Zheng Ren had no choice but to reject him. Dr. Charles's words were unquestionable.
Zheng Ren opened the box. There were five layers and all kinds of surgical hilts were available.
The forceps, forceps, and retractors were meticulously differentiated. This was definitely not a common product produced by a factory. It was indeed a custom-made product by the old man. The set of hemostatic forceps produced by a German manufacturer that Zheng Ren had wanted could not be compared to this set of instruments. They were too common and crude.
"You can take the box and disinfect it. No problem," Dr. Charles said.
He seemed to know what Zheng Ren was thinking. One sentence answered Zheng Ren's question.
Zheng Ren's hand gently stroked the surgical instruments. There was a touch of coldness, as if rejecting him.
'This is good stuff.' Zheng Ren thought to himself. Then, he picked up a pair of hemostatic forceps.
Facing the sun, Zheng Ren pulled out a strand of hair and clamped it with the hemostatic forceps. It was only half a buckle, but the hair was clamped tightly. The force was not strong enough to break the hair.
He tried a few different angles, but it was the same.
'This equipment is f * cking good,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Dr. Charles smiled and nodded when he saw Zheng Ren experimenting with hair. If the person he chose did not even know this, he would be blind.
"Send it for disinfection. You'll experience it during the surgery later," Dr. Charles said calmly with his hands behind his back.
Zheng Ren could not bear to part with them, but the thought of using them for surgery soon made him uncontrollably excited.
Someone took the box and carried it to the disinfection room. Dr. Charles walked out of the laboratory with Zheng Ren carefully following beside him.
Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren's back and mocked him in his heart.
However, he was also very confused. This kind of behavior and gift was given by Dr. Charles. His boss's luck could be said to be heaven-defying.
He was really envious. Su Yun's eyes showed a rare trace of genuine emotion.
When they returned to the gastrointestinal surgery department, Dr. Charles walked at the front with Zheng Ren beside him. The two of them whispered something.
When they saw Dr. Charles, the arrogant doctors showed extremely respectful expressions, even a little flattering.
Dr. Charles did not say much about their behavior. He just waved his hand to indicate that he understood.
Soon, Dr. Charles's assistant rushed back. He had Wu Hui's medical information in his hand. Whether it was the admission physical examination, surgical records, or various examinations, intraoperative and postoperative medication, everything was available.
"Take a look and then go to the surgery." Dr. Charles looked at the time and said, "There's still an hour. I should go home. Jenny has already prepared dinner. Please hurry up with the operation. "
Zheng Ren knew what was going to happen, but he still carefully took the information and read it from the beginning.
It was exactly the same as the System's simulation subjects. to.
In this regard, the System's excellence was unparalleled.
He read carefully and then nodded at Ren of Ren.
The doctor on the other side knew that Dr. Charles wanted to watch this Chinese doctor perform surgery. Although he did not know the reason, he still prepared everything.
He was. Wu. Wu Wu Hui was to to Ren.
Mayo Clinic used a high-pressure steam method to disinfect surgical instruments, which was a pre-vacuum method. When Wu Wu Wu Ren's Ren're Wu Wu Wu Wu Through his in and in. under to Ren's under.
When Wu Hui saw Zheng Ren's eyes through the sterile cap and mask, he was stunned.
The anesthesia for appendectomy was epidural anesthesia. He was still conscious and his upper limbs were not affected.
Wu Hui subconsciously raised his hand and said in surprise, "Doctor Zheng?"
"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded. He saw the silver box being moved up and opened. There were more than a dozen knife handles and forceps inside. He was overjoyed. Even his words, which usually contained little emotion, were a little more lively.
"Why are you here?" Wu Hui was completely dumbfounded.
"Well, it's a long story, but don't worry. My surgical skills are very high," Zheng Ren comforted Wu Hui. Zheng Ren comforted Wu Hui casually. Su Yun laid out the sheet, disinfected it again, and stood opposite Zheng Ren.
Hearing Wu Hui's question and seeing that Zheng Ren had already reached out for the equipment, he said, "I really don't know how lucky you are to have the boss operate on you."
"Lucky?"
"Of course. The boss's surgical skills are world-class. Do you know who was watching outside the operating theater? " Su Yun said, "Dr. Charles, the Nobel Prize winner. He brought forward your diagnosis and treatment just to watch the boss's surgery."
So that was the case. Wu Hui finally understood.
Before this, he did not understand how the surgery could be performed so quickly. After listening to Su Yun's explanation, he immediately understood.
To Wu Hui, being the recipient of the Nobel Prize in Medicine was a very impressive feat.
"Close your eyes. It'll probably be done in twenty to thirty minutes." Su Yun did not know the situation inside and was more conservative.
Wu Hui did not close his eyes. He stared at the ceiling of the operating theater in a daze.
He had gone to Rochester and it was a Chinese man who operated on him. Fate was really strange.
However, he was lucky to have met Doctor Zheng. Otherwise, he would be lying in the community hospital surrounded by emergency patients on the verge of death. He would be scared to death.
Moreover, he would definitely not be able to avoid this surgery. It was said that he would have to undergo a second-stage surgery in half a year. At that time, the surgery would probably be even more difficult.
However, was this Doctor Zheng's surgical skills really as good as Dr. Su said?
Wu Hui was only slightly suspicious, but he still believed Su Yun's words.
The logic was simple. This was the Mayo Clinic. Could anyone perform surgery here? That would really be a fantasy story.
At the very least, Doctor Zheng's skills were not bad. That was for sure.
Although he was seriously ill, his mind was still very clear.
Zheng Ren stood in front of the operating table and touched the still-warm blunt scissors in his hand. With a thought, he entered the System and bought surgery training time again.
Like soldiers, they had to be familiar with all firearms before they could go on the battlefield. Doctors had to be familiar with all the surgical instruments to perform surgery.
Although there was not much difference for Zheng Ren, he still cautiously warmed up for the surgery.
The surgery was over after eighteen minutes.
It took longer because Zheng Ren had to familiarize himself with the various instruments. At Zheng Ren's level, the instruments seemed to have their own spirit and temperament as soon as they were in the hands of the Grandmaster General Surgery Department.
It was like greeting these little guys, Zheng Ren thought.
The surgery was very smooth. Although the custom-made surgical instruments were not Zheng Ren's style, they were really useful.
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