Xiangjiang, He Sanatorium.
After Qin Lu once again babbled nonsense, he sobered up for a short while.
His eyes no longer had the luster of wisdom. They were filled with fatigue as he looked at his children and grandchildren in the room blankly.
Who could tell how much of the concern in the eyes of his children and grandchildren was real and how much was fake?
He rested for a few minutes and felt that his energy had recovered a little. He opened his turbid yellow eyes and said, "Qin Tang, stay here. The rest of you can go out."
Qin Tianming was very respectful and obedient. He watched the others go out meekly and said in a low voice, "Qin Tang, don't talk for too long. Your grandfather is tired."
After saying that, he looked at Qin Lu with concern and turned to leave.
The ward was quiet. Qin Lu looked at Qin Tang and asked, "I'm afraid I don't have much time left."
"Grandfather, don't say that." Qin Tang felt very guilty.
Although Qin Lu's eyes were already turbid, they still seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
"I don't know when I'll fall asleep again. Listen to me quietly," Qin Lu said lightly. He did not dare to use too much strength. He was afraid that he would fall asleep early and would not have time to explain to Qin Tang.
Qin Tang nodded.
"You know that I think most highly of you, but I didn't leave you a large amount of family property. I hope you can understand," Qin Lu said briefly. "The assets I left you represent the future. From the information port to the Chinese medicine port, in the end, they still turned it into real estate. There's no future in real estate. You have to understand this. "
Qin Tang nodded.
Qin Lu looked at him silently. After 10 seconds, he continued, "It's good that you understand. The absolute value of those companies' shares is not very large, but they were all carefully selected by me. Don't throw money into real estate projects. This is my last advice to you. "
"Grandfather!" Qin Tang had a bad premonition.
"Don't interrupt me. I won't give up so easily," Qin Lu said. "Who treated Zou Jiahua's illness?"
"Doctor Zheng Ren from 912."
"Did you invite him?"
"I did, but the hospital directly refused. I asked someone to find out more about it. It was said that Dr. Olsen from the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences is at 912 and is studying the problem of turbulence with Doctor Zheng. "Qin Tang tried his best to explain the situation.
"How can a really good doctor be invited over? You should go there immediately. You know my situation, right? "
"I know."
"Go, this is my last hope." Qin Lu said, not dispirited, but smiling instead, "You think about Zou Jiahua's performance in this matter, and you will understand a lot of things."
"…"
"Propriety, control of the fire, and judgment." Qin Lu said. His eyes once again slowly closed, and a weak snore sounded.
…
…
The next morning, Zheng Ren woke up and saw Little Yiren's reply.
He clicked on it anxiously.
She didn't say anything else. She didn't seem to be any different from her usual goodnight greetings. It was as if meeting her father-in-law last night was just a hallucination.
However, Little Yiren was not at home. Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue were like stray dogs. They went to the breakfast shop and casually took a bite.
Su Yun lamented that her cooking was still delicious. Under the strange gaze of the breakfast shop owner, he ate until he was half full and rushed to the hospital early.
According to yesterday's order, the first patient was Chang Yue's request.
Although in Zheng Ren's opinion, the effect of Liu Zewei's surgery was similar to him doing it himself, the only difference was the time and some small details that were not used in TIPS surgery.
However, since it was Chang Yue's request, he still did it.
Zheng Ren also felt a little disgusted with yesterday's talk about the patient being a dead person while trimming her nails and talking about what kind of woman to look for.
At home, he could not control it.
Coming to the hospital, the patient had an additional identity — she was his patient!
What right did he have to say that his patient was a dead person?! She was dead, but his patient could not die. Zheng Ren thought so in his heart.
The patient wanted to lie on the hospital bed obediently, but he could not lie down peacefully.
A large amount of ascites caused the diaphragm to rise and reduced lung function. Breathing was difficult, venous blood flow was not smooth, and all kinds of problems made the patient look particularly uncomfortable.
Twenty to thirty years ago, the patient's current state was beyond cure. He could only go home and wait for death.
Ascites pumping to lower abdominal pressure would cause more fluid to seep out of the blood vessels, which would then lead to hypoproteinemia.
It could only improve the symptoms for one or two days, and the patient could only feel comfortable for about 12 hours.
With the advent of TIPS surgery, patients could choose to fight to the death. If they were lucky and the surgery went smoothly, if the hepatic encephalopathy was not serious, they would slowly recover under the effect of diuretics and other drugs, and portal hypertension would no longer exist.
It would not be a problem to live for another ten or eight years.
Zheng Ren's improved version of TIPS surgery allowed this' terminal illness' to have a high probability of complete recovery.
Zheng Ren recalled the woman's face yesterday and smiled slightly.
"Boss, when can you get me two more surgeries?" Professor Rudolf Wagner followed them up. He expressed his extreme dissatisfaction with Zheng Ren bringing Liu Zewei to the stage.
The number of patients was limited. Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei were like little beasts waiting to be fed. They needed countless surgeries to experience.
They used surgery to improve their skills to a certain level and then used a large number of surgeries to stabilize it.
With their age, it was estimated that the Legend level was their limit.
Zheng Ren heard the professor's dissatisfied question and smiled. "The community hospital will be built soon. When the time comes, all the European and American experts who come to study will be under you."
"Oh my god, boss, your generosity can illuminate the entire universe!" Professor Rudolf Wagner said excitedly.
The professor was particularly interested in this. He had forgotten that his previous goal was to be beaten by Zheng Ren for a few surgeries to improve his skills.
"Yiren, what did your father say yesterday?" Zheng Ren saw that Xie Yiren was busy, so he leaned over and asked in a low voice.
"He didn't say anything. My mother likes you very much and said that you're silly," Xie Yiren said with a chuckle.
Zheng Ren scratched his head.
It was normal to be silly. Zheng Ren had a correct understanding of his performance yesterday.
"Then Uncle Ning … What did your father think?"
"He said that you're too honest on the surface, but your heart is actually dark," Xie Yiren said with a smile.
"…" Zheng Ren did not expect his father-in-law to give him such an evaluation.
"Let me translate. Look at how scared you are," Xie Yiren said. "It means that there's a little beast in your heart that needs to be disciplined."
Zheng Ren nodded repeatedly.
Xie Yiren was right!
"Hurry up and look at the radiographic films. The surgery is about to begin," Xie Yiren urged, afraid that Zheng Ren would keep thinking about his family's matters and delay the surgery.
Zheng Ren laughed foolishly and went to look at the radiographic films with his arms crossed. His habits were still the same as before. Before the surgery, he did not look at the radiographic films and simulated the surgery process. He always felt that it was not enough.
The patient lying on the operating table was a little timid. He carefully looked at the people around him and asked, "Doctor, can I leave the stage alive?"
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