Chapter 389 I Have a Dream

The operation continued.

The TIPS surgery, which was supposed to be full of ups and downs, and every time it succeeded, would make the spectators excited, became very boring under the hands of Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner.

The waves were calm, and none of the surgical punctures failed.

Under Zheng Ren's command, the TIPS operation seemed to be the simplest operation to locate and puncture liver and kidney cysts with B-ultrasound. It even gave people the illusion that what he did was not a surgery at all, but just an operation.

One for half an hour, as rigorous as a machine, regardless of any changes in the surgical approach, regardless of changes in the patient's condition, the operation time is perfectly controlled.

In the operating room, Dean Ren, Dean Zhang and others all looked numb.

This is a gap like a mountain and a deep valley, enough to make people despair.

The last operation is over. On Zheng Ren's task panel, the completion rate of the main task - the second stage of the jewel in the crown has become 9/10.

There is still one case to be completed, Zheng Ren is a little relieved, but also a little looking forward to it.

Radiofrequency ablation, the surgical effect is equivalent to the radical cure of liver cancer, which is particularly attractive to Zheng Ren.

Almost, what a pity.

Zheng Ren went to the locker room, took off the lead clothes, put them into the system space, and then came to the operation room.

A dozen or so eyes in the operating room fell on Zheng Ren, and the short fat man's feet moved, but he held back.

There was silence.

Zheng Ren felt very strange, why didn't they talk?

After a few seconds, Dean Ren said sincerely: "Mr. Zheng, you are amazing!"

As Dean Ren's words sounded, it seemed as if the warm Pacific Current invaded the Arctic Ocean, and the huge iceberg melted instantly, and the operating room was filled with enthusiastic praise.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Ren smiled.

"President Zheng, what do you like to eat?" Humpty Humpty asked in a low voice, appearing next to Zheng Ren at the right time.

"It's fine, I can do whatever I want," Zheng Ren said.

The former dean said that he would have a meal in the evening. Zheng Ren had no interest in eating, but the dean invited him kindly, so it would be bad for him to refuse directly.

What's more, the Second City Hospital invited me to perform the operation this time, which was full of sincerity.

Every patient has indications for surgery, but there are no contraindications that are serious enough to affect surgery.

This proves that the Second Municipal Hospital is very concerned about the TIPS operation, rather than randomly looking for patients.

Zheng Ren knew about this favor. Although the original intention of the Second Academy was to leave a legacy in the history of the Academy.

"Mr. Zheng, at your age, you can perform TIPS surgery to such an extent that we old fellows are really envious." Dean Ren said with a smile.

"Coincidentally, coincidentally." Zheng Ren said dryly.

Really not knowing how to socialize, Zheng Ren could only use unnutritious words to perfuse Dean Ren.

Dean Zhang had been in contact with Zheng Ren a little more times, and knew him a little bit. He knew that this very high-level Mr. Zheng was not good at interpersonal communication, so he came up to make a rescue.

The atmosphere was adjusted very well by Dean Zhang. If his surgery had half the social skills, the Second Hospital would have already carried out TIPS surgery by itself.

When the professor stepped down, it was another round of flattery.

Humpty Humpty had booked a restaurant, but Zheng Ren still insisted on seeing the postoperative patient.

Because...it's a habit.

Finding problems and solving them early is always better than dying.

Since they are all medical practitioners, everyone has no objection to Zheng Ren's insistence.

This is a serious and responsible performance. No one wants to associate with the kind of doctor who runs the train with his mouth full of words in the audience, and is ashamed when he performs surgery on the stage.

The condition of the patient is stable after the operation, and the diagnosis given by the system panel can be seen clearly.

Because of the existence of the second retractable stent, the amount of venous blood that is not metabolized by the liver is controlled, so complications of hepatic encephalopathy occur, but they are not very serious.

Every patient is taking drugs such as ornithine-aspartate for the treatment and prevention of hepatic encephalopathy.

Zheng Ren also recognized the professionalism displayed by the Second Academy. After looking around, he followed the crowd to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

This is a farmyard, but the food is still very special, and there are many game dishes that cannot be eaten in other places.

Venison, swan and wild goose have their own methods and flavors.

Looking at the dazzling array of meals on the table, watching everyone frequently pushing and changing glasses, and watching Professor Rudolf Wagner start drinking baijiu as the Romans do, Zheng Ren felt so lonely.

The more people there are, the more lively it is, the more lonely it is.

Alas... It would be great if Xiao Yiren was here. Although she can't be a good dancer at the wine table, she can be both right and left, but I can see her bright eyes tasting all kinds of weird dishes, so I am already very happy.

Now that we have held hands, can we serve her food?

Zheng Ren's thoughts unknowingly went to the sky, and came to Xie Yiren through the folding space.

"President Zheng, I have something to trouble you for." Dean Zhang came to Zheng Ren with a glass of wine.

Zheng Ren was taken aback. Did he force himself to drink?

He didn't know how to drink, and as long as he had a glass, Zheng Ren wondered if he would spit directly on the table.

Seeing the change in Zheng Ren's face, Dean Zhang's thoughts were exquisite and clear. Guessing Zheng Ren's thoughts, he said with a smile: "Mr. Zheng is used to not drinking. If you drink too much, your hands will shake during the operation. It’s really not a good habit. It’s Mr. Zheng’s self-discipline, admiration, no wonder he can do TIPS surgery at such a young age.”

Zheng Ren felt relieved when he heard that he was not forced to drink.

"Dean Zhang, please be polite. If you have anything to say, just say it." Zheng Ren had a good sense of Dean Zhang and spoke more relaxedly.

"The TIPS surgery you did is really awesome." After speaking, Dean Zhang clenched his fist with his right hand and made a simple body movement, which made Zheng Ren feel embarrassed.

"Hahaha, you're younger than me, brother, I'll call you brother, don't be rude." Dean Zhang put his arm around Zheng Ren's shoulders, warmly like a long-lost brother.

"Uh...it's okay, it's okay." A little cold sweat broke out on Zheng Ren's forehead.

"Brother, your surgery is awesome, it is awesome, no one can say no to this." Dean Zhang said: "Brother, I have a dream, that is to do TIPS surgery. I am old now, I can’t do it anymore, but I still hope that someone in our second hospital can do it.”

I have a dream, Zheng Ren plays in an instant, as if being hugged by that black man, with goosebumps all over his body.

"Brother, you must help me with this." Dean Zhang hugged Zheng Ren's arm very hard, Zheng Ren was helpless.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's actually very simple." Zheng Ren said hastily: "Anyone with a little basic knowledge can learn it. But..."

"Don't worry, just tell me if you have anything to say." Dean Zhang said enthusiastically with the help of alcohol.

"Be obedient. I'm busy there, so I don't think there's much time for lectures."

"Okay, I'll find you someone who can resist beatings, if you don't obey, just beat him."

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Thirty, wishing everyone a happy new year, everyone is auspicious~~~ By the way, I whispered that today is Monday, and I would like to ask for a recommendation ticket.