Chapter 1314 Don't Want to Miss a Hundred Million

After the operation, Su Yun sat lazily on the rostrum of the amphitheater classroom, explaining the questions of dozens of experts and professors in Chinese.

Zhou Chunyong fainted, although he didn't see it, but he could clearly feel the changes in his technique before and after, there must be something wrong there. Director Zhou looked tough, but after all, the interventional operation had to wear dozens of pounds of lead clothing.

In addition, the boss has no habit of eating...

Thinking of this, Su Yun smiled.

Zhou Chunyong was tired of hypoglycemia, and I don't know how many people will have hypoglycemia in the future.

There were countless questions, but Su Yun sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and answered them one by one without haste.

Every time it gets to the point, it leaves the questioner in a moment of contemplation.

For less than half an hour, everyone was silent. Some had enlightened expressions on their faces, while others were contemplating.

Su Yun's cell phone rang, and he glanced at the call.

"Feng, what's the matter?"

"Oh, the boss is going with Heizi, okay. I forgot about this, have you contacted me?"

"Okay, that's it."

Su Yun didn't deliberately control the volume, and didn't even turn off the microphone in front of him, just chatting on the phone so carefree.

This is the privilege of the technically superior, and Su Yun enjoys this feeling very much.

Under the stage, more than a dozen local directors who have close ties with Zhou Chunyong all looked contemplative. Obviously, Boss Zheng is going to fly the knife.

The simultaneous interpreters behind more than 20 foreign experts also translated Su Yun's words just now on the phone.

After 12.35 seconds, a Swiss specialist stood up and asked, "Is Dr. Zheng going to another place for surgery?"

"Yes, tomorrow's plane." Su Yun replied lazily.

Many experts and professors who had seen 20 surgeries were still not satisfied. As soon as they heard that there were still surgeries, they immediately began to ask where to go.

These people all know surgery. Although the technical level is uneven, the gap is not large.

There are two domestic directors whose level is a little worse, and they don't understand it very well. If no one fights, they'll just be fooled.

If you can ask Director Zhou to fly the knife, you have to learn it yourself.

But the scene in front of them far exceeded their expectations. I wanted to leave, but I was hesitant when I saw that foreign experts and domestic colleagues were going to follow.

If you don't go, you seem to have missed a million.

The thoughts of wanting to learn and for fear of missing a hundred million are sown, brewed, fermented, and then burst out.

Su Yun didn't have time to pay attention to these people, they were just NPCs who opened the map. After the operation is completed, the problem is explained, the fee charged is explained, and the rest is left to one's own business.

As for whether they do TIPS surgery or not, it doesn't matter much. The second group of people who came to study had already sent emails to Zheng Ren like crazy, so there is no need to worry about the third or fifth group of people in the future.

He put his mobile phone in his pocket and wrote the address of the flying knife on the blackboard. Without much explanation, I just walked out of the stairs to show the classroom.

The moment he left, the classroom began to boil.

Simultaneous interpreters book air tickets for foreign experts.

Only 12 hours, few plane flights to that side, there is no seat.

After a quarrel, the Swiss professor picked up his mobile phone and dialed the imperial consulate for help.

His actions reminded others.

More than 20 foreign experts and professors belong to 9 countries.

At this moment, the imperial capital trembled slightly.

The ambassadors of the nine consulates in China received calls for help from domestic medical experts at almost the same time. After they wrote down the matter, they called the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

The radio waves were transmitted over the imperial capital, and the demonstration operation had become a diplomatic event, but Zheng Ren had no idea how lively it was.

After stepping off the stage, he comforted Zhou Chunyong with a few words, made an appointment to meet him in his office, and followed Zhu Liangchen to see the patient with gastric fundus embolism.

"Boss Zheng, the Stomachcoccus you mentioned has really been detected." Zhu Liangchen introduced the patient's situation as he walked.

"Yeah." Zheng Ren replied.

In his opinion, it should be detected, but if it is not detected, it will be a big problem!

"It's true that I didn't pay attention. The clinical work is still inattentive." Zhu Liangchen began to self-examine, "Now the patient's blood in the stool has disappeared, and relevant treatment is being carried out according to your doctor's order."

"Then let's continue." Zheng Ren said: "One week after the operation, get a CT scan of the abdomen and send it to me to take a look."

Zheng Ren is like the director, and Zhu Liangchen is like the little doctor who manages the bed. One under the doctor's order, the other constantly responds.

"Boss Zheng, what should be done for this kind of patient's surgery?" Zhu Liangchen asked tentatively.

"I haven't thought about it." Zheng Ren told the truth, "I've been too busy lately. Dr. Mayhal's heart surgery has been completed, and I have to wait two days for interventional embolization of the prostate. I don't have time to accompany me, Ming Fly to Inner Mongolia."

Although Zhu Liangchen was a little slandered, how dare he say it.

He smiled and led the way ahead. His waist was slightly bent, and he was extremely attentive. How could he still see the appearance of the former Zhu Laowu.

The two first looked at the patient's various recent laboratory tests, and Zheng Ren had a good idea before going for a physical examination.

With the mutual confirmation of physical examination and systematic diagnosis, the risk of bleeding in patients did temporarily disappear.

"Director Zhu, the patient is relatively stable, but the medicine still has to be used for a while." Zheng Ren said in the ward.

The mother of the little patient looked at Zhu Liangchen with white temples, whose waist was slightly bent, but the little doctor beside him was very tolerant, explaining things like a director.

She felt odd, but said nothing.

"Boss Zheng, I wrote it down." Zhu Liangchen held a notebook in his hand and wrote what Zheng Ren said on it with a ballpoint pen.

It seemed to return to the time when he was a young doctor twenty or thirty years ago and followed the director to round the room.

Zheng Ren explained a few more things to pay attention to, and went out with Zhu Liangchen.

The patient's mother was startled, Boss Zheng? The name sounds familiar.

She pondered hard, but in the end she couldn't think of where Boss Zheng had heard of it.

"Mom, I don't want to eat at night." The girl said tenderly.

"No, Director Zhu said, you need to drink less porridge. Otherwise, the more hungry you get, the smaller your stomach will be, and it won't shrink in the end." The woman said.

"Director Huan, you can see that he can't stand up when talking to that little doctor. If he knew this, he might as well wait and do it at Aunt Lin's place."

Lin Jiaojiao, the woman suddenly remembered what Lin Jiaojiao said.

Boss Zheng, isn't that the person Lin Jiaojiao wants to find for herself? After a long circle, I finally returned to the starting point.

No, the situation is much worse than the original. The postoperative reaction was severe, as Lin Jiaojiao described, even worse than what she described.

If I knew it earlier... I didn't come here to do it, the woman thought to herself, a little regretful.