"Has he been saved?" Zheng Ren's heart tightened as he asked.
"Of course he can be saved. In the ICU, even the dead can live for another three days. "Su Yun's tone was a little off. Zheng Ren felt that it was very strange and glanced at him.
"The patient's family has now thought it through and requests surgery," Su Yun said. "But they want you to perform the surgery. What do you think is going on? Do they think the hospital is owned by their family and they even have a roll call? Dr. Mehar has to make an appointment for you to perform the surgery. "
"Looking for me?" Zheng Ren was surprised.
"Just now, I heard from someone that the master was saved and went to the ward area to look for you." The corner of Su Yun's mouth revealed a trace of contempt. "Who knows what he wants to do?"
Zheng Ren did not think there was anything wrong with it. In broad daylight, how could he be afraid of a Jianghu warlock?
"So many things happened?"
"Yeah, you've shown your magical powers. Now, the family thinks that you can defy the heavens and change your fate." Su Yun lowered his voice and said mockingly, "Boss, why don't you find time to go to Hong Kong to develop? The people there believe in this more."
"Don't talk nonsense. This is feudal superstition. It should be spurned," Zheng Ren said. "We'll talk about it when we get back."
"Surgery? Or did you directly reject it? "Su Yun asked.
"Of course, surgery," Zheng Ren said. As he said that, a relaxed expression appeared on his face. It was fleeting but Su Yun caught it.
"Don't tell me you're using the surgery to avoid the welcoming banquet tonight?" Su Yun immediately understood Zheng Ren's thoughts. This f * cker actually wanted to escape with the surgery.
"Welcoming and sending off is the most boring. I can consider not eating, "Zheng Ren said with a chuckle.
"Boss." Su Yun spread his hands. "Getting to know an internationally renowned expert and Nobel Prize judge is …"
As he said that, he suddenly paused and the expression on his face was very strange.
Did the boss need to know Dr. Mehar? The doctor had come all the way from Sweden to perform the surgery to save his life.
Dr. Mehar's interventional surgery could not be done by others, only the boss could do it. Or perhaps others did not dare to do it, only the boss dared to do it.
This was a technical barrier. Was there a need to rush to curry favor with Dr. Mehar? The doctor was probably worried that the boss could not win the Nobel Prize now.
If he really could not get it and disappeared in a fit of anger, Dr. Mehar's old illness would relapse in just half a year. At that time, he would probably lose his life.
"What are you talking about?" Deputy Director Yuan asked curiously when he saw Zheng Ren talking to Su Yun while walking. Shouldn't he introduce Huaxia to Dr. Mehar? Talking and laughing with Su Yun, what was this?
"There's a patient in the hospital who wants me to operate on him. His heart has stopped twice and he has fainted several times. His condition is quite urgent, "Zheng Ren reported honestly.
Deputy Director Guo was chatting with Dr. Mehar. At the same time, the translator was whispering beside the doctor. Suddenly, the doctor noticed that Deputy Director Yuan was talking to Zheng Ren. He immediately asked the translator to stop talking about Deputy Director Guo and translate Zheng Ren's words.
Deputy Director Guo felt embarrassed, but he didn't have a better solution. The person in front of him was a judge for the Nobel Prize. His international academic status was very high.
Most importantly, this was Dean Yan's request. No matter how unwilling he was, he had to accept it.
The translator was smart and multitasking. He translated while listening to the conversations around him. He quickly told Dr. Mehar what Zheng Ren had just said. Although it was not complete, the general meaning was similar.
"Zheng, do you want to go back for emergency surgery?" Dr. Mehar asked.
"I'm sorry, doctor. The patient's condition is more urgent, but the surgery will be very fast." Zheng Ren made up his mind. Even after the surgery was done, he still wanted to see if the hospital would give Dr. Mehar a welcome dinner.
If it was a welcome dinner, he would rather squat in the operating theater and read a book than rush over as soon as possible.
A group of people sat at the wine table and said insincere words. It was as boring as it could be.
"Zheng, I want to see your surgery," Dr. Mehar said.
"Doctor, I've arranged a welcome dinner for you," Deputy Director Guo said.
"There's no need. I want to see Zheng's surgery," Dr. Mehar said affirmatively.
The two deputy directors were stunned for a moment. It was normal to pick up the guests and have a meal to liven things up. That was more like it.
But now, Dr. Mehar had just arrived in the Imperial Capital and he was going to visit the operating theater of the 912? At this time, it was already afternoon. After a day of surgery, the operating theater staff were exhausted. It was estimated that some of the operating rooms had not been cleaned yet. It was a mess. Was it really good to be seen by Dr. Mehar?
Zheng Ren also knew that he could not make the decision on his own at this time, so he could only look at Deputy Director Yuan helplessly.
He was not stupid. He was just not willing to socialize. He knew that on such an occasion, even looking at Department Chief Kong was useless. In the end, the one who made the decision was still Deputy Director Yuan.
"Since the doctor wants to watch the surgery, then go." Deputy Director Yuan smiled and said, "Zheng Ren, you have to do it well."
Zheng Ren was very helpless. A heaven-sent escape plan had been ruined just like that.
Deputy Director Yuan was also very helpless. After confirming Dr. Mehar's itinerary, he deliberately slowed down and walked behind him. He found an opportunity to arrange for someone to immediately inform the operating theater and take the time to clean it up so that they would not see anything that they should not see.
Chief Ye was definitely the person who took the order. As he made a phone call to arrange matters, he left in a car first.
After the circulatory catheter room received the phone call, it immediately became like a machine, bursting out with a roar. The matron stood in the corridor and gave instructions. It was a busy scene.
The news spread everywhere, and the entire hospital was in an uproar.
Dr. Mehar, like his wife, was a top international expert in circulatory medicine. After coming to the Imperial Capital, he did not even drink water and wanted to watch Boss Zheng's surgery.
The more this matter spread, the crazier and more outrageous it became. In the end, it could not be heard at all.
Ye Qingqiu stood in the corridor of the circulatory catheter room and carefully checked every inch of space.
Although it was almost four o 'clock in the afternoon, only one of the twelve operating theaters was empty. That was prepared for emergency patients.
Chief Zhang Lin stood beside Chief Ye. Seeing that his expression was not good, she carefully explained the situation of the preparations.
"What's the situation with the patient's family?" Chief Ye was mainly concerned about this matter.
There were unstable factors in the patient's family. If they made a fuss in front of Dr. Mehar, it would be embarrassing. At that time, if Chief Yan was angry, from Deputy Director Yuan, who was in charge of the clinical department, to himself, and then to the entire circulatory department, they would probably not have a good time.
This matter seemed to be getting out of control. Ye Qingqiu was a little helpless.
"The patient's family …" Chief Zhang Lin hesitated slightly, as if she was thinking about what to say, but she did not say it.
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There was also the list of winners. He smiled and thanked everyone.
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