Chapter 557 Top Secret Mission

The surgery is over.

Zheng Ren took off the lead suit and pretended to put it in the trolley case, but actually put the lead suit back into the system space.

Put on the isolation suit and come to the operation room.

"Old Gao, I'm going back." Zheng Ren said, "How many patients are there on your side?"

"6-10, I'll go back and check again." Gao Shaojie said.

"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded, "Second-stage surgery, do you understand?"

Gao Shaojie nodded, then shook his head again, "I can see it clearly, but I can't do it."

"You'll be fine slowly." Zheng Ren said, "I'll go to the provincial capital for the second-stage surgery in a few days, and I'll teach you."

What Gao Shaojie said was the truth. Zheng Ren's second-stage surgery was very simple. It seemed that he took out a recoverable stent.

However, when the stent moves in the liver, the liver parenchyma may be scratched and ruptured at any time.

If we talk about the first-stage TIPS operation, the test is to use MRI to find the puncture point. Then the second phase of the TIPS surgery examination is mainly about the technique - the delicate technique of the surgeon.

Zheng Ren knew that this couldn't be solved with one or two genius ideas.

After all, he is at the master level of participation, while Gao Shaojie has not even reached the master level.

Had it been done by Professor Rudolf Wagner, he would have failed one or two times out of ten.

Although the consequences will not be serious, it will greatly affect the therapeutic effect of TIPS surgery.

This problem needs to be solved.

In fact, if it is not resolved, it is also possible. The stent remains inside, but the shunt vein is thinner, and the postoperative recovery is not so good.

But Zheng Ren doesn't have a good idea about it now, so he can only think about it this way.

After changing clothes, I got into the car with the professor and Director Kong.

Gao Shaojie didn't follow, he wanted to go back to the provincial capital overnight, and go through the patients who were going to undergo TIPS surgery carefully.

Today, Gao Shaojie saw Zheng Ren's rigor.

If Cheng Lixue's problem also appeared in his own place, Gao Shaojie felt that he would just commit suicide and apologize, and he would not have the face to learn surgery with Zheng Ren.

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Back at City No. 1 Hospital, the emergency ward and the atmosphere were completely different from yesterday.

It wasn't noisy in the hallways, it didn't feel like the end of the world.

Several doctors were silently writing medical records, while Su Yun was sitting in a corner, quietly playing with his mobile phone.

Seeing such a scene, Zheng Ren finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The God of Night Shift's anger towards Director Kong ended at eight o'clock in the morning, as expected.

After all, eight o'clock in the morning belongs to the second day. The night nurses are all off work, and the curse of the night shift god ends here.

"I'm back." Su Yun raised his head, his black hair fluttering on his forehead.

"Well, the patients are all stable." Zheng Ren said.

"You're not here, the patients are all stable." Su Yun stabbed Zheng Ren without losing the opportunity.

Zheng Ren shook his head. What happened last night really had nothing to do with him. It was all Director Kong's fault.

"I'm going to catch up on sleep." Zheng Ren said listlessly.

"Boss, do you remember that you have more than a dozen surgical records that you haven't written?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren coldly, and brought up the one thing Zheng Ren didn't want to hear the most.

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.

But what should be written still needs to be written, otherwise Zheng Ren would sleep through the night, afraid that he might have mixed up the operation process of two patients.

Although it is said that the operation was performed without any problem, the operation record is only a way of recording, and it is not important.

But rules are rules.

Zheng Ren still sighed, found a computer to sit down, and began to write operation records one by one.

The professor went back to the ward to see his precious patient after interventional embolization of the prostate. Director Kong sat beside Zheng Ren, watching Zheng Ren work, but his eyes were a little scattered, thinking about something.

The office is quiet and everyone is busy.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted the tranquility, and Director Kong subconsciously stood up and strode out of the office.

He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. It was an encrypted number.

After finding the duty room and looking back to see that there was no one there, Director Kong entered the duty room and answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Okay, I'm in Haicheng, so I'll notify Comrade Zheng Ren."

"Yes, on December 10, the Nobel Prize will be awarded."

"good."

After speaking, Director Kong hung up the phone.

He thought about it, and a smile appeared on his face. After leaving the duty room, he went directly to Director Pan.

Knocking on the door, Director Pan was dealing with a medical dispute, or those trivial matters in the emergency department.

Seeing Director Kong coming, Director Lao Pan motioned Director Kong to sit down first, and then patiently explained to the family.

Maybe it's because Director Pan is full of momentum, or maybe it's because it's almost four o'clock and it's time to go home. The patient argued for a few words, then was appeased by Director Pan and left the office.

"Director Pan, I have a mission." Director Kong said directly without being polite.

Director Pan's expression turned serious, and he asked seriously, "What do you need me to do?"

"Use your office, I'll call Zheng Ren and ask him and Su Yun to come over."

"Okay." Director Pan didn't hesitate or ask.

This is discipline, which has been deeply rooted in Director Pan's bones.

Walking out of his office, Director Pan did not leave the door, but stood at the door like a guard.

Soon, Zheng Ren and Su Yun rushed over with puzzled expressions.

"Go in." Director Pan said.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Ren asked, puzzled.

"Task, don't talk too much, just accept the task. Let Director Kong arrange what you need to do." Old Director Pan told Zheng Ren a few words.

Zheng Ren nodded, and walked in with Su Yun.

Su Yun, who has always been cynical, lost his usual playful expression. He seemed to have a premonition that something was going to happen, and he seemed to be a different person.

Although Director Pan has a serious expression, it can be seen that he is very relaxed.

There is even a little bit of self-satisfaction in his body.

Zheng Ren was leaving, and Director Pan would not keep him. The sky that belongs to Zheng Ren is very high and far away, and I just need to watch it off.

A few minutes later, Zheng Ren, Su Yun and Director Kong came out.

It is a matter of a few words to explain the task and not refuse it.

This is not a wartime, so director Kong and Zheng Renduo said a few words. If it were a war period, it would probably be over in a few tens of seconds.

Zheng Ren looked at Director Pan, wanting to say something.

Director Pan made a serious face, and said, "Top secret missions and related information cannot be communicated or leaked to anyone."

The voice paused, and Director Pan said sternly, "This is discipline."

Zheng Ren was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, turned and left.

"Director Pan, my flight is leaving tomorrow. The doctor from 912 should be here in a few days. I'll ask them to report to you." Director Kong said with a smile, "It's like training recruits. Who is so dishonest? Just pick it up and yank the belt."

The two looked at each other and laughed.