Soon, the directors of the relevant departments in the hospital rushed over.
There were a little too many people. More than ten of them stood in the operating theater and whispered to each other. Zheng Ren also felt that it was a little noisy.
He was very impatient, especially the blood in his heart that could not be erased.
"Boss, let's go smoke a cigarette. There's nothing for us to do here," Su Yun said softly. He saw that all the directors and directors were standing. Only the boss was sitting there with his eyes closed to rest. He felt that it was very inappropriate. In order to let Zheng Ren attract less hatred, he wanted to pull him out.
Zheng Ren nodded, opened his eyes, and walked out with Su Yun.
Chief Xu of the anesthesiology department had already taken over the anesthesia, so Lao He was free. His attention was always on Zheng Ren. When he saw him leave, he immediately told his assistant a few things. If the chief was looking for him, he would say that he was going to the toilet and so on.
"Boss Zheng, you must be tired," Lao He asked from behind.
"I'm fine."
Lao He, who had always been long-winded, did not say much. Today's matter left everyone speechless. Everyone's hearts felt as if there was a big rock pressing down on them. It was heavy, and even breathing felt especially difficult.
When he came to the duty room, Lao He took out a cigarette. With a shake of his wrist, a cigarette poked out of the cigarette box. He was very familiar with it.
Zheng Ren picked up the cigarette, his hands trembling slightly.
His hands were as steady as a rock during the surgery, like someone else's.
When Lao He saw it, he felt uncomfortable. He took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Zheng Ren. He then gave Su Yun another one and opened the window.
"Boss Zheng, when did you come back?" Lao He asked.
"I just got off the plane," Zheng Ren said.
"You're preparing to participate in the commendation ceremony, right?" Lao He grinned. He wanted to show a smile, but it was even uglier than crying.
"Yes." Zheng Ren was very depressed, especially depressed. His hand that was holding the cigarette trembled unevenly.
The surgeon's hand was steady. Just now, Lao He had seen Boss Zheng's hands operate with his own eyes. His skills were amazing. When he got off the stage, his hands were actually shaking like this.
"Lao He, what happened?" Su Yun asked directly.
"Sigh, don't mention it." Lao He sighed. "These few days, I saw that there were a lot less urological surgeries. Coincidentally, Chief Yu came to the assistant stage to do a case of kidney cancer in the morning, so I went to ask. Director Yu said that recently, the patient's family members are still the same as before. They either go to the ward director's office or the outpatient clinic. "
"…" Zheng Ren and Su Yun were silent. They could already imagine the scene at that time.
"When he saw me, he didn't say anything. He just knelt on the ground and cried."
"Howling? Su Yun sneered.
"No, it's the grief-stricken kind. Director Yu … Sigh, this matter is really quite helpless. "Lao He said as he looked out of the window.
It was afternoon, and there were a few clouds in the blue sky. They were like cotton candy floating in the air, making the sky look especially beautiful.
However, the hearts of the few people who were talking were filled with dark clouds. From time to time, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and violent storms raged.
The matter was actually very simple. Lao He didn't know much and only heard a few words from Director Yu.
"Boss Zheng, can people live?" Lao He asked nervously in the end.
Zheng Ren thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "If there's no serious intracranial hemorrhage, there shouldn't be a problem with the ICU."
When this conclusion was said, both Lao He and Su Yun heaved a sigh of relief.
"What the hell is going on?!" Su Yun was furious. "In Rochester, Wu Hui didn't even do a single appendicitis, and he didn't cry. Chief Miao said before the surgery that the possibility of success was very small, but he got into this. "
"Wu Hui? What's wrong? "Lao He was very gossipy. When he heard that it was a celebrity, he immediately changed the topic.
If they did not ask about Chief Miao, Zheng Ren and Su Yun would not be satisfied. However, once they really talked about it, the three of them still did not want to mention it.
In this kind of conflicted mentality, talking about other gossip could still make the atmosphere as relaxed as possible.
Su Yun told Lao He about Wu Hui's treatment in Rochester and what happened. Lao He was also quite emotional. What bowel washing? It sounded like nonsense. They were all old Chinese medicine doctors, and it was not a complicated disease. After listening to a few keywords, they could roughly guess the truth of the matter.
"The technical level of the United States is also average," Lao He sighed.
"That's a community hospital. Actually, the technical level of Mayo is very high," Zheng Ren told the truth.
"There are still very few awesome doctors. By the way, Boss Zheng, I heard that you were hired as a guest professor at Mayo?" Lao He asked.
If it were not for Chief Miao, Lao He would have gossiped about this long ago.
"Right, right?" Zheng Ren was a little vague at first. Then, he looked at Su Yun and asked.
"Yes, I've finished contacting him. When we were in Heidelberg, Dr. Smith confirmed this matter and even sent a letter to the hospital. Didn't I tell you? "Su Yun said disdainfully.
"I forgot. There were a lot of surgeries during those few days. Who would remember these things if they had nothing to do?" Zheng Ren said indifferently.
After chatting for a while, Zheng Ren felt much better.
Lao He was dumbfounded.
A guest professor at Mayo had become a small matter that was not worth mentioning in Boss Zheng's eyes? This was too much of a pretentious act.
"Other than surgery, I really suspect that if you go to Rochester by yourself, you will starve to death on the streets."
"Always criticizing people proves that you're mentally unhealthy." Zheng Ren took a puff of his cigarette and said lightly, "On the Internet, you're a troll. Actually, this is the same as the American hippie culture. In essence, it's a kind of anti-tradition and anti-authority psychological activity.
To solve and deconstruct everything, break all the ordinary moral standards. At the same time, it's also a background that alienates people. One after another, unemployed or low-level young people, out of a sense of helplessness towards their own fate, pour their anger and rebellion against society onto the Internet. "
Zheng Ren was very depressed. His mind was full of blood red. His heart was not smooth, and his thoughts were not clear. When he attacked others, it was quite sharp.
Lao He quickly stopped the two of them from bickering. He used all his strength to squeeze out a smile and said, "You two, you two, wait."
"What's the matter?" Zheng Ren and Su Yun asked in unison.
"…" Lao He had nothing to do, but he did not want to listen to them bicker. Hippies, cultural differences, insignificant individuals struggling in the ocean of society, working hard, but after struggling, they drifted with the tide, and expressing their dissatisfaction through the Internet. To Lao He, these were all f * cking nonsense.
Even an honest person like Boss Zheng would say these things.
"Shall we have dinner together tonight?" Lao He was out of words, so he could only find an excuse.
"I've made an appointment," Su Yun said. "I just picked up the plane. There's an acquaintance on Department Chief Kong's side who has a meal. Zhou Chunyong from the Imperial Capital also said that he wants to eat in the near future. Let me tell you, first come, first served. If you want to treat us to a meal, let's talk about it in a week. "
Lao He spread his hands. Boss Zheng was so busy.
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