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Chapter 1479

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"This is the most reasonable explanation," Zheng Ren said. "Moreover, I only said that it was a possibility. I wanted to discuss it and the patient agreed."

"…" For the first time, Su Yun felt that Zheng Ren was particularly unreliable.

"I'm joking." Zheng Ren chuckled and said, "Placenta allergy is actually an allergy to the fluid in the placenta tissue space, similar to drugs. She has drug-induced maculopapules on her body. In addition, she has respiratory symptoms and there is no obvious history of drug allergies, so the initial diagnosis is placenta allergy. "

"What if it's not?" Su Yun asked.

"If it's not, it's still the right thing to do," Zheng Ren said. "Long-term hypoxia, the fetus does not have enough oxygen, and the fetal heart rate has begun to become abnormal. Instead of suffering like this, it's better to give birth and stay in the newborn incubator for a period of time. "

"Moreover, without the burden of the fetus, the patient's own resistance will be stronger," Zheng Ren explained.

The final explanation had obviously convinced Su Yun.

In fact, Zheng Ren was telling the truth in the first paragraph of the explanation.

However, he did not expect Song Mo to directly admit it. He did not even give him a chance to discuss it or even enter the System's operating theater to perform a surgery.

It would be great if all patients' medical compliance was so strong.

After explaining, Zheng Ren closed his eyes slightly and entered the System's operating theater.

However, the person on the operating table was Qin Lu.

Zheng Ren sighed. Things did not go according to his wishes.

It seemed that the System would not give him this chance. He had to wait for the System's mission to be completed before he could carry out the next surgical training.

Zheng Ren had no choice but to come out of the System's operating theater.

He thought about it again and there was nothing wrong with what he said. There was a high probability that it was still placenta allergy.

As for the surgery, it was a kind of diagnostic treatment.

The important thing was that the patient would have a severe allergic reaction after the surgery. As long as he survived it, he would be fine.

He had to solve Qin Lu's problem first.

"Boss, can I help?" Su Yun asked.

"Come on," Zheng Ren said. "Old Mr. Qin's illness is the type that is difficult to diagnose and simple to operate on. Next, you're better than me at emergency treatment for the patient who has a cesarean section. You have to worry more about that side. "

"En." Su Yun nodded with a look that said, "You know what to do."

After dealing with this matter, Zheng Ren saw Su Yun go to Zou Yu to ask about the procedures for the surgery.

He simply sat on the chair in the conference room.

The sky was already turning bright. After a busy night, the sky had already brightened.

He slowly closed his eyes and entered the System's operating theater to begin his surgical training.

Although the surgery was not difficult for him, he still habitually performed it a few times before the surgery to avoid any mistakes.

In the silent System's operating theater, Zheng Ren performed three surgeries, each with a 100% success rate.

The reason he had to undergo three surgeries was that his mind was in a mess.

Perhaps it was because of Song Shi's strange illness and her quick acceptance of the surgery, Zheng Ren felt anxious.

It would be best if he didn't see through the System Space.

After the surgery, Zheng Ren's mind gradually calmed down. Soon, his emotions stabilized and he stopped thinking about those trivial things.

What Master Song? In his eyes, he was just an ordinary patient.

After three surgeries, he walked out of the System's operating theater.

He was calm and composed.

He glanced at the little white fox, smiled, and left the System Space.

After a while, the old butler, Qin Shan, approached him and bowed. "Boss Zheng, this way please."

"You're welcome." Zheng Ren stood up, returned the greeting, and followed Qin Shan all the way to the ward.

Qin Lu was sleeping soundly. It seemed that this side had decided to perform the surgery and used a sedative.

Zheng Ren finally confirmed that there were no abnormalities. Su Yun had handled all the procedures and a few doctors sent Qin Lu to the operating theater.

"What are the medical supplies?"

"There's no domestic Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery equipment here. I just took the rest. Boss, the top private hospitals are amazing. They even prepared the kind of spring coils that Lil Fugui brought. "

"I remember reading an article." Zheng Ren nodded and walked out with the hospital bed. "It's an article that analyzes a real five-star hotel. There's nothing worth remembering, but there's one thing that makes sense."

"What?"

"The article said that the hotel's trash can doesn't use plastic bags, so the grade is relatively higher. It's just a detail, but I think it's still very interesting. "

Su Yun smiled. He knew what it meant.

Torment, trouble, and labor were all components of luxury.

And in a private hospital, what could show its quality?

A seven-star environment?

That was just a detail.

In the corridor, one could constantly see young and beautiful nurses in pink nurse uniforms, smiling at them?

That was also one of the details, but it was not the whole story.

What was really important was how many high-level doctors were there, how many top professors in the world could be invited to consult, the conditions of the operating theater, and the reserves of medical supplies.

No matter what kind of surgical habits a doctor had, as long as he came to Heyang, he did not need to bring his own equipment.

For example, the spring coils that were rare and did not appear on the market were only used for basic research. Heyang had reserves.

He could not help but sigh that this place was truly worthy of being the world's top private hospital.

Zheng Ren felt that he really liked Heyang more and more.

No professional doctor could resist this kind of temptation.

There was no need to worry about the patient's hospitalization fees being insufficient like in 912. Sometimes, even when they knew that there were better medical supplies, they absolutely could not use them.

Because …

The patient had no money.

When they arrived at the operating theater, Zheng Ren and Su Yun went to wash their hands and change their clothes.

"Boss, are you confident?" Su Yun asked.

Zheng Ren nodded.

"That's good," Su Yun said. "If we make a name for ourselves in Heyang this time, the number of students in the third batch will be even more. As for money, I'm going to raise it again. "

Zheng Ren was almost in a carefree state when it came to money. He was not interested.

Su Yun put on his lead apron, washed his hands, and went to disinfect.



Doctor Huo stood in the conference room like an invisible person.

She watched the old butler, who was old but loyally carried out Old Master Huo's orders, push Song Moxu out.

She watched the two doctors from the "public" hospital, who were so young that they could make one's hair stand on end, walk out as if there was no one else around.

Zou's eldest daughter followed behind like a female assistant in a tight skirt. She followed Zou's every step.

She watched Fan Tianshui's cold and fierce gaze sweep over her, like a real sharp blade.

In the empty conference room, Doctor Huo stood there in a daze.

No! She should go and take a look.

Doctor Huo quickly understood.

She had not failed yet. Whether it was Old Master Qin or Master Song agreeing to the surgery, it did not mean that she had failed.

As for herself …

She had to witness it with her own eyes …

The two doctors from the public hospital had failed the surgery!

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