Mao Chi was stunned for a moment and smiled helplessly.
He did not know if Doctor Su would do that. It was very likely that he was joking. However, who would dare to bet on such a thing? What if he really added such a sentence?
He heard that he published top SCI papers like it was a game. What if he really added a sentence in it … This possibility was even smaller, but who knew?
If it became a fact, would the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University still be shameless?
Seeing Sun Chao's face like an eggplant, Mao Chi quickly tried to smooth things over. "Doctor Su, this is too expensive."
"I'm joking, Chief Mao." Su Yun chuckled and was in a good mood. "Are you all so serious when you perform surgery? As serious as my boss? If you do the surgery like this, it'll be too boring. "
"…"
MMP！ Sun Chao cursed in his heart.
"The forceps are all made of alloy. Even if the world is destroyed, they will probably still be there, carrying our memories. Tens of millions of years later, they will be discovered by a group of monkeys," Su Yun nagged. "Old Zhao, send the patient to the ICU. I'm leaving."
Zhao Yunlong realized that he was the most innocent one.
"Old Zhao, what's with that expression?" Su Yun glanced at Zhao Yunlong and said, "It's very comfortable to lose focus when your eyes are empty. I recommend it."
After saying that, he walked away casually.
Lao He chuckled. He was too anxious today and did not give himself time to let his good luck come before the surgery.
Without his good luck, Brother Yun was much more active on the operating table.
Now that he thought about it, it seemed that the good luck song had the effect of focusing Brother Yun's attention.
Every time this song was played as background music, Brother Yun would talk a lot less.
Boss Zheng was indeed almighty. He even knew this!
…
Zheng Ren got off the stage and went to the operating room first. He said a few words to Feng Xuhui.
Little Feng was on call. Zheng Ren knew how much enthusiasm and focus he had put into it. After the surgery, he felt that something was missing if he did not say a few words.
If he was in Sea City, Zheng Ren would not have realized this.
As the surgery was done one by one, he, the stone, was also changing bit by bit.
"Xiaojie's friend, is the lightning-like pain better?" Zheng Ren sat in front of the computer and asked while watching the image of Professor Rudolf Wagner's surgery.
"A little better," Liu Xiaojie immediately replied. "After three weeks, it will be a little better every day."
"It'll be better slowly. Lil Fugui, come here, "Zheng Ren said.
"Gah, boss?" Professor Rudolf Wagner, who had been standing beside Zheng Ren the whole time, said directly when he heard himself being called.
"When you put down the IV filter, there was a problem with your hand shape, which caused you to be slower by about one second." Zheng Ren said, "I've knocked you many times. It's probably a habit from when I first started learning surgery."
The professor was a little vexed. "Yes, Boss."
"It's fine if you can't change it. Nothing is perfect. I can see that you hesitated for a moment. It seems that your movements are not as smooth as before. You can do whatever you want next time. "Zheng Ren quickly finished watching the professor's surgery. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he stood up.
"Boss, where are we going to eat tonight? Everyone is here today. "Su Yun walked out and asked.
"Whatever, I don't care."
"Don't go. Let's have dinner together. Boss, push down the dinner over there. I really don't want to see the people from the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, "Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren knew that it was not because of the people from the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, but because he had performed the interventional surgery to remove the bullet. Su Yun did not go up, so he was angry at everyone in the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University.
He might even find their parking lot an eyesore.
Did Su Yun need a reason to criticize others?
He did not want it at all.
"Got it." After Zheng Ren said that, he turned around and left.
Feng Xuhui wanted to follow but was pulled back by Su Yun.
"Why are you following me? There's Director Yuan, Principal Zhang, and Chief Ye over there. " Su Yun put his arm around Feng Xuhui's shoulder and said with a smile, "Are you going to let Director Yuan scold you?"
Feng Xuhui quickly nodded.
It was a rule that forbade medical supplies from entering the operating theater a year ago.
Boss Zheng still brought him in because he had done a meticulous job. Moreover, Boss Zheng's reputation was getting higher and higher. Everyone turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it.
However, this was just pretending to be confused.
If he rushed over, he would shoot the bird that stood out. With a bang, more than half of his martial arts were crippled.
"Brother Yun, the surgery today was really fast," Feng Xuhui said with a smile.
"Uh, I forgot something," Su Yun said. "Take your phone and come in with me."
After saying that, Su Yun hurriedly entered the operating theater. He put on a sterile glove and began to fiddle with the 12cm blood clot.
He first used the hemostatic forceps as a reference and let Feng Xuhui take a photo. However, ordinary people did not know the length of this thing. Then, Su Yun found all kinds of reference objects and took photos one by one.
"Brother Yun, what are you doing?" Feng Xuhui asked as he took photos.
"This is a case report. There must be photos and evidence. Only then will those judges who have eyes on the back of their heads believe that it's true," Su Yun said. "Also, don't you think it's cool to take a photo with a blood clot?"
Feng Xuhui really could not empathize.
However, when he saw that Lao He had also joined in after finishing his work, Feng Xuhui seemed to understand something. However, he could not tell what he understood.
He was not a doctor, so it was really difficult for him to understand the psychology of taking a photo with a 12cm blood clot.
Lao He pretended to be casual and asked Feng Xuhui for the photo with a smile. He also added him on WeChat.
"Lao He, don't tell me you want to show off in your WeChat moments?" Su Yun asked.
"How could that be!" Lao He said.
Su Yun did not believe it.
"Just my WeChat moments are not enough!" Lao He raised his voice a little and said, "I've entered five anesthesia groups. I have to post photos in every group!"
"Hahaha!" Su Yun laughed.
"This is a full achievement. A 12cm blood clot in the right main pulmonary artery. It scared them to death!" Lao He clenched his right fist, looking a little excited.
"Little Feng, see? This is an old man," Su Yun said to Feng Xuhui disdainfully. Su Yun said to Feng Xuhui disdainfully, "An old man's dream is to achieve the freedom of WeChat and WeChat."
"Brother Yun, don't say that." Lao He was not angry. He said with a smile, "In the past, someone showed off a 6cm blood clot in the group. It was the kind that was broken. When I saw it, I felt that their surgical skills were really f * cking good. "
"Do you know now?" Su Yun looked at the blood clot and spoke softly.
"No matter how strong they are, can they be stronger than Boss Zheng?" Lao He said with a smile.
"The boss isn't here. There's no need to flatter him so loudly," Su Yun said.
"Brother Yun, first of all, I'm telling the truth. Secondly, I'm using this word as my own code of conduct, "Lao He said very seriously.
Su Yun shrugged. Lao He was hopeless.
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