"Director, Doctor Zheng's interventional embolization is mine … It's definitely the best in the world." Chief Jing changed the attribution once, but he still felt that it was not enough.
Just the best in the world? It did not seem to be possible.
He had studied at Johns Hopkins Hospital in the United States. He had seen the surgery to embolize the transverse lumbar artery before the lumbar resection. Even the interventional experts at Johns Hopkins Hospital, which was as famous as the Mayo Clinic, would not do such a surgery.
However, he could not think of a new word for Chief Jing in a short period of time even if he racked his brains.
World-class was already the most awesome adjective in Chief Jing's three views. What else did he want? No matter how awesome it was, Chief Jing really did not know what to say.
"Okay." Chief Yan did not say anything. He just grunted with his nose.
While they were talking, Xie Yiren walked in from the door, carrying a white metal box in her hand.
Little Yiren slipped away and tried her best not to disturb the chief physicians and hospital leaders.
"Yiren?" Chief Kong wanted to ask Xie Yiren about her situation in Sea City. Xie Yiren was not prepared. When she turned around, the lower right corner of the metal box happened to hit Zhao Yunlong, who was hiding in the corner in a daze.
"What are you doing!" Zhao Yunlong covered his leg and glared at Xie Yiren.
"I'm sorry, Professor Zhao." Xie Yiren quickly apologized. "I'm really sorry. I'm sorry."
"What are you carrying?" Chief Kong tried to help.
When he got off the plane, he saw Boss Zheng carrying this box. He knew that it was a gift from Dr. Charles to Zheng Ren. However, he did not expect Xie Yiren to bring it to the operating room. However, Zhao Yunlong actually shouted at Boss Zheng's girlfriend. Chief Kong did not want to see the scene of Boss Zheng and Zhao Yunlong's blood splattering everywhere in the operating theater.
"Chief Kong, this is a surgical instrument given to Zheng Ren by a doctor from Mayo," Xie Yiren said softly. She was not nervous, nor was she embarrassed. She was natural and unrestrained. Her big eyes suddenly flashed and she instantly understood that Chief Kong was helping her.
"Uh …" Zhao Yunlong was stunned.
"Zheng Ren asked me to disinfect it before the surgery. I saw that the general surgery and thoracic surgery were all done, so I probably wouldn't need it, so I took it out," Xie Yiren explained with a smile.
"A small gift from a doctor from Mayo?" Chief Yan suddenly became interested. He sat on the chair and twisted his body slightly. The chair rotated as he asked Xie Yiren.
"It should be."
Dean Yan was a little happy.
Previously, he had heard from Ye Qingqiu that Zheng Ren had been hired as a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic. This kind of thing could be true or false. Although a visiting professor was enough to prove Zheng Ren's status and surgical skills, he was still too young and unstable.
Moreover, the gift given by a certain doctor from Mayo Clinic was a surgical instrument. This made more sense.
"Which manufacturer is it? Open it and let me broaden my horizons, "Director Yan said gently with a rare smile.
"Oh." Xie Yiren raised her head and saw through the lead-lined glass that Zheng Ren had already left the stage. She walked over, placed the white metal box in front of the console's screen, and opened it.
The design of the box was exquisite, and all the three-dimensional space was used to the fullest. The five levels opened up from top to bottom, left to right, and without a sound, nearly a hundred surgical instruments were displayed in front of everyone.
Even the experienced and knowledgeable Director Yan was stunned for a moment. This was definitely not a standard instrument produced by a factory, but a privately custom-made surgical instrument!
Everyone present was a first-rate expert in the domestic medical field. They knew all kinds of manufacturers and brands of surgical instruments like the back of their hands.
With just a glance, they could tell that it was a custom-made surgical instrument. The degree of familiarity had already reached a perfect level.
It was good, but the price was definitely the best in the world. Even the chief of the 912 would not order so many things for no reason.
Director Jing was closer, so he could see it the most clearly.
The surgical instruments were in the white box, looking at him coldly like countless coquettish girls. Although his attitude was cold, Director Jing still ignored the existence of the director. He could not help but reach out his hand and gently brush a hemostatic forceps with his fingertips.
There was also the residual warmth from the disinfection. It was as warm as a lover's hand.
Unfortunately, there was no adze, chisel, axe, or saw. The person who sent the surgical instruments was probably not from the orthopedics department. Director Jing felt a little regretful, but just a pair of hemostatic forceps had hooked his soul away.
Just touching it was not enough. Director Jing gently lowered his hand and gently took out the hemostatic forceps. It was light in the hand and hard in texture. Looking at the position of the buckle, it was almost at the nanometer level.
All the surgical instruments he had seen before paled in comparison to this hemostatic forceps.
Director Jing felt the residual warmth. He reached out his left hand and gently flicked the hemostatic forceps with his finger, feeling the texture.
It felt like a rare metal. It was hard but extremely resilient. If this was used to do … Director Jing's heart was burning with passion.
Director Kong was an interventional doctor. He usually did not use hemostatic forceps and other surgical instruments, so he did not feel much about it.
However, looking at Director Jing's expression, he knew in his heart that this was a set of treasures.
"Who gave it to Doctor Zheng?" Although Director Yan also felt that this set of surgical instruments was good, he had long been out of clinical practice for decades. These coquettish girls and ordinary surgical instruments did not make him feel much.
What Director Yan paid attention to was the personal relationship between Zheng Ren and the Mayo Clinic.
"Dr. Charles Moore gave it to me." Zheng Ren walked out of the operating theater and was slightly stunned. He was a little unhappy. He passed through the crowd and stood in front of the silver-white box, blocking the covetous gazes of others.
"Charles Moore? Yes … "
"He used to be a surgeon. Later, he engaged in basic research and won the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine twenty-eight years ago." As Zheng Ren explained to Director Yan, he almost snatched the hemostatic forceps from Director Jing's hand and put them into the box. Then, he closed the box.
Director Yan was only stunned for less than 0.1 seconds. Seeing Zheng Ren's childish actions, he smiled and said, "Dr. Charles gave you the surgical instruments. You must use them well to save lives."
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded. At this moment, he felt countless hostile gazes.
If a box of US dollars was placed here, there would not be so many greedy and hostile gazes. However, for doctors, especially surgeons, it went without saying what a box of custom-made surgical instruments meant.
Zheng Ren used his body to block the white box and did not look at the covetous gazes.
"How many times can it be sterilized?"
"It's said that I won't use it for the rest of my life."
"What about the surgical blades?" Director Yan asked meticulously.
"This is a bit of a headache. Ordinary blades can't be pressed in. They're too thick. I need to order blades from the factory in Osterley. Dr. Charles gave me 300 of them," Zheng Ren replied.
Tsk tsk. Many envious gazes became even stronger.
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