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Chapter 673

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The woman's husband's surgery was immediately suspended. The patient did not even have time to be anesthetized. He put on his shoes and sat in the recovery room, waiting for the hospital's decision.

Beijing University Sixth Hospital quickly set up a new meeting room for Big Boss Feng Zhixiang's consultation room.

What was the difference between a big shot doctor and a normal doctor?

When a normal doctor was still looking for freelance surgery, the big shot might say that if he wanted freelance surgery, the local hospital had to think of ways to create freelance surgery. Beijing University Sixth Hospital was not a low-level hospital, but if a conference room and a patient could make Professor Feng Zhixiang happy, they would definitely do it with both hands.

"The conference room is a little simple, please forgive me." Associate Hospital Director Wang led everyone to the conference room that was set up in half an hour. His tone was still quite proud. 'Even though Beijing University Sixth Hospital's technical level is not good, even though Beijing University Sixth Hospital's equipment and instruments are not good, even though Beijing University Sixth Hospital's academic ability is not good, our organizational ability is still quite good, and we are good at politics! Listen to the command! '

Feng Zhixiang glanced at it and smiled. "It's pretty good. Sorry to trouble you, Associate Hospital Director Wang."

"It's no trouble at all. Since the surgery is done, let's drink some tea? Professor Feng, I remember that you like Biluochun, right? "Of course, Associate Hospital Director Wang did not remember it. He just called a pharmaceutical sales representative and asked.

When it came to recruiting people, no matter how good a hospital was, it was not as good as a pharmaceutical sales company.

Professor Feng Zhixiang smiled nonchalantly. He had been flattered too many times, and this level of flattery was not very effective.

Academician Zhu Tongyi looked at Associate Hospital Director Wang with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Academician Zhu is drinking oolong tea, right?" Associate Hospital Director Wang quickly came to a realization.

Of course, he did treat Zhu Tongyi a little too lightly just now. After all, Zhu Tongyi was a doctor from Shanghai, and there were thousands of miles between them. No matter how fast the Beijing-Shanghai line was, there was still a gap.

Moreover, Academician Zhu Tongyi was from the Orthopedics Department. Honestly speaking, Zhu Tongyi was really very good to be able to become an academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineering with his specialty in the Orthopedics Department. Not only did he develop a variety of surgical methods, such as the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique, but he also developed a variety of orthopedics materials. For example, one of the domestic hip joints used in hip replacement was developed by Zhu Tongyi.

However, no matter how good his engineering was, it was still not enough in the capital.

Feng Zhixiang, on the other hand, was an expert in the General Surgery Department. He had produced a large number of disciples and grand-disciples, and they were all over Beijing and various lower-level hospitals. He had students all over the world, and he had the power to kill anyone he wanted.

However, Dean Wang didn't want to offend Zhu Tongyi for no reason. He first mentioned the tea leaves, then smiled at Zhu Tongyi. "Academician Zhu, do you want any refreshments? There is a Soviet-style pastry shop in front of our hospital. It's quite good."

Zhu Tongyi didn't say anything. Mai Chun, who had just entered the meeting room, raised her hand and said, "Let me prepare the desserts. We have a chef from France."

Mai Chun felt a little helpless. A normal pharmaceutical sales representative would not interrupt at this time. Not only would it offend people easily, but it would also waste resources.

Pharmaceutical sales companies liked to treat doctors, but it was not because they wanted to be taken advantage of. The first step was to get a return on the money they spent. If the doctor did not want something, why should they give it away for free?

However, with Tian Qi holding the line, Mai Chun had nothing to say.

Naturally, she would do whatever Tian Qi said.

After getting permission, Mai Chun took two steps back and asked Tian Qi in a low voice, "Do we have a chef from France?"

"No?" Tian Qi asked Mai Chun.

Mai Chun stood in the meeting room and looked at Tian Qi with an incredulous expression. She asked, "Why do you think so?"

"Because I often meet chefs who say that they just came back from France, or that they are French, and they came to China to work …" Tian Qi asked Mai Chun strangely, "Has the company not hired such people? You haven't met them either?

Mai Chun nodded solemnly. "I usually eat fried paste noodles. I won't meet a chef who came back from France in that kind of shop."

"What about a dinner party with colleagues? Is there no French chef to help? "

"No." Mai Chun shook her head.

"Why?" Tian Qi looked at her.

Mai Chun's lips trembled. "Why would there be, um … What should we do now? Where can I get a French chef for them? By the way, we don't have to specially invite a French chef. We can just say that we'll provide afternoon tea. "

"Don't worry." This time, it was Tian Qi's turn to persuade her. She thought about it and said, "His family must have a restaurant in Beijing. I'll ask them."

The effect of this answer was good. Mai Chun became quiet.

At about the same time, the doctors of Beijing University Sixth Hospital had already brought out the patient's medical records.

An attending physician from the General Surgery Department was pulled over to make an introduction. Ling Ran asked for a computer, opened the patient's medical scans, and read them.

This was the advantage of the patients in the hospital. All kinds of information were ready-made, and they could just pull it out from the system. There would be no trouble in consultation and so on.

This was especially true for this kind of consultation where the associate hospital director participated. The Medical Imaging Department and the Technical Department had sent people over. They had everything they wanted, and it gave people a sense of satisfaction.

Other than the doctors from Beijing University Sixth Hospital, Ling Ran, Zhu Tongyi, Feng Zhixiang, and the others, the doctors from other hospitals were also mixed in, and the place was not cleared.

There was no need to clear the place. On the one hand, Professor Feng Zhixiang did not ask to clear the place, and Beijing University Sixth Hospital was not worried. On the other hand, the current Department of Surgery would sound like a hen when a surgery was performed. They would spend money to invite people to come and watch various international conferences. If there were doctors from other hospitals who were willing to wait to watch the surgery, there was no need for the Department of Surgery to stop them.

And for the doctors from other hospitals, it would be a waste not to watch Professor Feng Zhixiang's freelance surgery.

In the medical environment in the country, freelance surgery by expert professors usually represented the highest standard of the person.

It was not like the surgery performed in the hospital, where there was someone to support them no matter what they did. When the expert professors left their own hospital to practice medicine in other hospitals, they had to bear the responsibility and risk. In the current environment, the experts who went to perform freelance surgery only performed the surgical method they were best at, and the surgical process was also as standard as possible.

Because of this, the average quality of freelance surgery was naturally much better than in-hospital surgeries.

And the major hospitals often had the willingness to train their team through freelance surgery. If they followed the normal procedure, they would need to spend a lot of money and effort to invite a famous doctor from Beijing to guide them. It was far less cost-effective than a freelance surgery.

Even if it was to ensure the quality of their own surgery, freelance doctors also needed to guide some work in the hospitals under them and complete the basic work.

Meng Shan also stared at the conference table with sparkling eyes. Meng Shan saw the surgery just now and how much Zhu Tongyi and Feng Zhixiang valued Ling Ran, and it made him feel that something was wrong.

However, Meng Shan was not willing to leave just like that, and he kept looking for other opportunities.

At this time, Feng Zhixiang was already sitting at the end of the conference table and began to explain the surgery plan.

In Feng Zhixiang's opinion, radical cholecystectomy and hepatectomy were already relatively mature plans. Now, as long as they confirmed that this was the surgery, they could assign tasks according to the patient's condition.

"Ling Ran, how about hepatectomy?" Feng Zhixiang discussed with Ling Ran. This was also his main purpose.

Ling Ran nodded and agreed. "Sure."

"You've performed cholecystectomy before, right?" Feng Zhixiang asked worriedly.

Ling Ran nodded slightly. "Not many, a total of 127 cases."

When he was in Yun Hua, Ling Ran also went through the process of cholecystectomy crazily. He even climbed up the ranks of cholecystectomy by himself.

Gulp, gulp, gulp … The 220-pound resident doctor who stood behind Zhu Tongyi drank mineral water and looked at the ceiling. He recalled his surgery experience in his mind, and he could not help but feel sad. '127 cases is not many?'

Feng Zhixiang looked kind at this time, and he said in a comforting tone, "127 cases is indeed not many, but everyone has to practice step by step …"

Gulp, gulp … The 220-pound resident doctor gulped down another bottle of water.

Feng Zhixiang looked at him strangely and continued, "Ling Ran, will you be my assistant when I perform cholecystectomy?"

"Yes, sure." Ling Ran agreed.

Feng Zhixiang smiled and looked at Zhu Tongyi.

"Old Du woke up and insisted on saying something to Ling Ran. I asked them to record it and send it over." Zhu Tongyi raised his phone.

The phone buzzed a few times, and Academician Du's weak voice was heard. "Doctor Ling, thank you. I've thought about it. If I'm still alive when you're elected as an academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineering, I'll vote for you."

The recording was very short. After it was played, Zhu Tongyi put away his phone and looked at Feng Zhixiang. He said, "We old people in the Chinese Academy of Engineering look forward to having young academicians join us the most.

Feng Zhixiang really wanted to say, 'Do you think you can live for a year?'

Feng Zhixiang did not say anything because the people in the room were complicated.

"Afternoon tea is here." Mai Chun took the time to say this. After she got permission, a man who looked like an old butler entered the room and said with a smile, "We heard that everyone is very busy, so we made some simple snacks for everyone to fill their stomachs."

"Thank you." Professor Feng Zhixiang looked very polite.

"You're welcome." The old butler said as he clapped his hands, and a row of messengers wearing tall hats entered the room to deliver the food.

The long food delivery line and the food plates could almost surround the entire meeting room.

"Because of the rush, we can only make twenty-six kinds of snacks. Please forgive us," the old butler said politely.

The group of doctors who were still analyzing the medical cases were stunned.

Feng Zhixiang and Zhu Tongyi's eyes were on Mai Chun.

"What's the name of your company?" Feng Zhixiang asked.

"Yunli Medical Company," Mai Chun quickly answered and gave him her name card. She also gave one to Zhu Tongyi and Associate Hospital Director Wang.

"Not bad. It looks like a big company." Feng Zhixiang nodded.

Associate Hospital Director Wang and Zhu Tongyi also looked at the name card and put it away.

Mai Chun was so excited that she was about to explode.

At the bottom of the meeting room, Meng Shan got a piece of bread with foie gras. He swallowed it in one gulp and quickly made a decision. 'I'll go to the Qi family and get skinned. Ling Ran is too complicated.'

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