Gene test? There were more than 2,500 genes. If he were to check all of them, he would have to spend millions. It could be said to be a huge number.
However, Dr. Mehar had casually found someone around him and asked him to do it. Could it be that the top international medical experts did not care about money?
Zheng Ren was a little emotional. Su Yun smiled and shook his head. It seemed that he had the same thoughts.
Seeing that Zheng Ren did not object, Dr. Mehar whispered to the people around him, "Is the machine on this side the best?"
"The third-generation test just came in. The personnel are being trained," the man said respectfully.
"Go do it. Be fast," Dr. Mehar said.
This paragraph, the two of them spoke in Swedish, and the simultaneous translator did not translate this paragraph, so Deputy Director Yuan did not know what happened. He waved his hand and looked at Su Yun.
"What are you talking about?" Deputy Dean Yuan asked in a low voice.
"The patient who has to undergo surgery was diagnosed by the boss to have a heart ion channel disease, but there was no auxiliary examination to confirm the diagnosis," Su Yun said.
Deputy Principal Yuan felt helpless when he heard that. Dr. Mehar was the world's top surgical expert. This was the first surgery he wanted to see after coming to China, and the patient's condition was not even confirmed. It could only be regarded as a preliminary diagnosis. What the hell!
Little Zheng was too careless in doing things.
"And then?" Deputy Principal Yuan felt that the lights in the hall had dimmed a little.
"The country has imported a machine to detect the ion channel disease of the heart. It's in the Imperial Capital. I'm guessing it's either in Fuwai or Anzhen. The person next to him, the one who is bending over and talking, he should be the chief engineer of the research or something. Dr. Mehar said to let him do it himself and finish it as soon as possible. "
"Can't our hospital do it?"
"More than 2,500 gene fragments. If I were to do all of them, I would have to spend more than a million. It's not that useful." Su Yun said, "Moreover, Heart Ion Channel Disease is a rare disease. If you really buy it, I estimate that it will only be used a few times a year."
Deputy Director Yuan nodded, but he was still a little nervous.
Boss Zheng directly diagnosed a rare disease, and it was still without conclusive clinical evidence. Dr. Mehar wanted to do an examination to confirm the diagnosis. Was he trying to slap him in the face?
After all, Dr. Mehar still wanted Zheng Ren to perform the surgery. How could he offend his own leading doctor before the surgery?
No! Deputy Director Yuan suddenly thought of why the name of this disease sounded so familiar.
Cardiac ionic channel disease … Cardiac ionic channel disease …
"Su Yun? Is this what Zou Jiahua in Hong Kong diagnosed a few days ago? "He immediately remembered why it was so familiar.
"Yes, the surgery was very successful. I went to Mayo Clinic for a postoperative follow-up," Su Yun said with a smile.
Looking at Zheng Ren and Dr. Mehar chatting and laughing in Swedish, Deputy Director Yuan was a little emotional and asked, "When did you learn Swedish?"
"A few years ago, when I was experimenting with mice, I was bored, so I learned it for a few days. It's not as good as the boss. He still has the accent of Dr. Mehar's hometown. "Su Yun was also quite emotional.
It was already not easy to learn a foreign language. If one wanted to add accents from all over the world, the difficulty would increase exponentially.
While he was thinking, Zheng Ren came to Deputy Director Yuan's side and said, "Director, please accompany the doctor to change his clothes first. I'll go take a look at the patient's family."
"Huh?" Deputy Director Yuan looked at Zheng Ren suspiciously. There seemed to be something wrong with his words.
"The patient's family members were still causing trouble in the afternoon," Zheng Ren approached deputy director Yuan and whispered.
Deputy Principal Yuan's head buzzed.
Foreign experts and scholars came to China to perform demonstration surgery. Deputy Director Yuan would not prohibit this. After all, Boss Zheng's level was obvious. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize and a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic. These were all world-class honors.
But if he wanted to perform the surgery, he could just do it. Look at what kind of patient he found! Not only was the diagnosis not confirmed, but the patient's family members were still causing trouble?!
What the f * ck!
"Things are more complicated. I'll go meet with Chief Ye. You guys go into the operating theater first." Zheng Ren was also worried that Dr. Mehar would meet the patient's family members.
If they met, the patient's family members would cry, make a scene, and threaten to hang themselves. That would be interesting.
Moreover, if he did not take a look, he would not be at ease during the surgery.
Deputy Director Yuan looked at Zheng Ren coldly. He did not comment and did not say anything to Zheng Ren. Instead, he walked to Dr. Mehar's side and began to introduce the hospital.
"Boss, this matter is a little big." Su Yun sighed. He turned around and walked to the fifth floor with Zheng Ren through the fire escape.
"There's nothing we can do, but I think Chief Ye has already resolved the matter." Zheng Ren smiled. "After all, he specifically asked me to perform the surgery. There might be other changes in the matter."
Su Yun thought about it and it seemed to be a possibility.
With doubts in mind, the two of them went to the fifth floor.
The operating theater was on the fifth floor. The patient's family members were waiting there. The sixth floor was the operating theater's lounge and changing room, so the doctors and patients did not go through the same passage.
When he arrived on the fifth floor, Zheng Ren immediately saw Chief Ye standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back. He looked out of the window thoughtfully. The fingers of his right hand kept tapping on the back of his left hand. Sometimes it was fast and sometimes it was slow, as if he was typing Morse code.
He quickly walked toward Chief Ye. However, just as he took a few steps, there was a slight commotion in the crowd of the patient's family members. A person strode in front of Zheng Ren and knelt in front of him with a thud.
Uh …
Zheng Ren was caught off guard.
Looking at Chief Ye's appearance, he originally thought that the matter had been resolved. However, he did not expect that there would still be someone who …
When he took a closer look, why was it that Master?
"This kid is untalented and ignorant. Please don't hold a grudge against me and save my life." The person was very serious. As he spoke, he knelt on the ground.
This was not the only family member waiting in front of the operating theater.
Although it was already late, there were still seven or eight patients undergoing surgery inside. The family members waited nervously and were a little bored. Seeing that there was a commotion, they had already surrounded him.
Chief Ye heard the commotion behind him. He turned around and saw that it was indeed Zheng Ren.
He turned around and walked over. He separated the crowd and came in front of Zheng Ren.
That person almost prostrated himself on the ground. His head touched the ground and he did not say a word.
Zheng Ren and Chief Ye looked at each other helplessly.
"Chief Ye, this is …"
"Boss Zheng, this is …"
The two of them asked almost at the same time.
No one knew what was going on. Zheng Ren immediately realized this.
He did not like this so-called Master at all. The Imperial Capital was big and rich, but there were also many scammers.
The Imperial Capital had 30,000 people. That was no joke.
However, this person should be the kind of person who was not popular at all. Moreover, Zheng Ren did not like what he did at all. A family of three. Perhaps more people would die because of a word from him in the future.
This kind of person was not a good person at all!
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