Boss Zheng, I'll relay everything you said to my friend, "Song Ying said seriously, knowing that the matter was of great importance.
This kind of thing had nothing to do with him.
However, Boss Zheng's serious expression and the spirit of saving lives that Song Ying had not seen in many years? He did not know how to describe it, but in short, Song Ying was touched by Zheng Ren in that instant.
"Yes, thank you, Brother Song. By the way, ask the old man to stop taking amiodarone or change it to something else, "Zheng Ren said. Zheng Ren said, "In a few months, the problem of the liver shining will be solved, and the liver function will gradually recover."
"Okay, I'll remember," Song Ying said.
He did not tell Song Ying what medicine to change. With Song Ying's ability, these things were not important at all.
Just ask anyone and they would know.
After that, things became simple. Song Ying put away the film and started drinking with Su Yun and Chang Yue.
This guy had a good alcohol tolerance, downing a bottle of Maotai without changing his expression.
It was getting late, and Song Ying knew it. He had to be close but not annoy Boss Zheng.
He had grasped the timing of the fire just right.
After saying goodbye, Song Ying went downstairs but was not in a hurry to get into the car. Instead, he leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette.
He looked at the community hospital and smiled. Song Ying's smile was a little blurry in the smoke.
Little Boss Zheng had grown up really fast.
His medical skills were also high. Boss Zheng had treated his brother's illness.
This was a good card, but the flaw was also obvious — Boss Zheng seemed to value treating patients more than the sky.
If that was the case, he would not have any advantage.
However, Song Ying was just thinking about it. At least now that he had reached a higher level, he could be considered a close friend … probably.
In the night, Song Ying looked at the lights of the community hospital and seemed to be a little distracted.
After six or seven minutes, he woke up when the cigarette burned his fingers.
He put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can next to him. Song Ying got into the car and took out his phone.
"Brother, I'm out from Boss Zheng's house."
"I think it's fine. It's just a routine physical examination, no problem."
"Yes, Boss Zheng has always had no prejudice against mental illness. In the recent cases, it was said that many people were diagnosed with mental illness, but Boss Zheng overruled it."
"Okay, then I'll contact him. Boss Zheng will be returning to Sea City soon. We'll wait for him to come back. "
After a few words, Song Ying hung up the phone.
He had a business partner whose wife suffered from depression. The diagnosis was quite clear. Because of some small problems, the annual physical examination became a major event.
Song Ying did not think that Boss Zheng could overturn the diagnosis of depression. He just wanted to have a normal physical examination.
Boss Zheng, a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital, and a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic. Such a resplendent halo should be enough.
Sitting in the car, Song Ying seemed to be thinking about something, but also seemed to be in a daze.
After ten minutes, he shook his head slightly, lit the fire, and left.
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After sending Song Ying off, Xie Yiren began to clear the table. Zheng Ren wanted to help but was pressed down on the sofa by Xie Yiren.
Just like in the operating theater, Xie Yiren did not seem to have any notion of asking Zheng Ren to pack up.
"Boss, with your treatment, you can beat countless people in seconds." Su Yun reluctantly poured the last bit of wine in the iron cap bottle into his throat and said enviously.
"I need to perform left ventricular volume reduction surgery. Can you do it?" Zheng Ren was thinking about something else.
"Are you talking to me? Or are you talking to Chang Yue? "Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and said disdainfully.
"It's good that I can do it," Zheng Ren said. "The surgery is very difficult, and the postoperative care is also more difficult. You have to go to the ICU to take a look."
"The power of our 912 critical care is very strong. Don't worry about it. However, I'm very curious about how the patient can leave the stage alive, "Su Yun said.
"Who knows? I'm only 70% confident. If you are included, I might have a higher chance of success. " Zheng Ren looked at the television, but Su Yun could feel that his pupils were dilated. He was in a state of emptying himself.
This guy only knew how to perform surgeries.
Su Yun shook his head. After cleaning up the table, they washed up and went to bed.
Zheng Ren lay on the bed and recalled the report that Song Ying had just given him. He entered the System space.
Zheng Ren knew that the surgery was very difficult. However, in 1997, Huang Fangjiong had developed this surgical method in the country. There was no reason why he could not do it.
However, when he tried to buy surgical training time, the System's operating theater was empty.
It seemed that the System did not approve of this self-selected surgical training method. Zheng Ren also expressed his helplessness.
Then he could only wait for the patient to come. Zheng Ren sat in the System space and looked at the little white fox that was becoming more and more … lifelike. He was not afraid.
As he met its gaze, Zheng Ren gradually entered a state of emptiness.
When the alarm rang, Zheng Ren realized that he had actually sat in the System space for an entire night.
After getting up, Zheng Ren moved around.
He did not feel tired at all. He was full of energy, as if he had resurrected on the spot with full health and energy. Zheng Ren wondered if he could rest in the System space in the future.
He had never thought of such a thing before. He was really stupid. Zheng Ren laughed at himself in his heart.
He got up, washed up, and went to the community hospital for ward rounds.
After all, dozens of patients were thrown into the community hospital. Although the surgery was more at ease and there were not many postoperative complications, ward rounds were still necessary.
Zheng Ren was still very happy when he came to the community hospital. This place was gradually being filled up by himself. His steps towards the Nobel Prize were very steady.
Zheng Ren came to the community hospital almost every day at this time. The doctors who were training had long figured out the pattern.
Although they were eager to go to the operating table, Su Yun's rigid rule was that they had to stay in the community hospital for a month. After that, it would depend on their individual performance before they had a chance.
They had just arrived and were on the edge of the Nobel Prize project team. The chief residents and professors from all over the country did not dare to criticize them in their hearts. They only did their best to do their best.
However, the more they worked, the more magical they felt.
For TIPS surgery, even in provincial hospitals, the mortality rate and postoperative complications of hepatic encephalopathy were frighteningly high, let alone county-level and city-level hospitals.
However, in the community hospital, what they saw was quiet and peaceful. There were almost no postoperative complications, and some of them were simply dealt with.
As time passed, the group of doctors' new skepticism began to quickly turn into inexplicable admiration. To be able to do TIPS surgery with few postoperative complications, if they were to learn it and go back, it would be a skill they could use!
There were hundreds of millions of hepatitis B patients in the country. How many of them were complicated by portal hypertension? Not to mention treating patients and saving people, just having a skill to make a living was enough to know this surgical method.
The doctor on duty was waiting for Zheng Ren's arrival at the door early in the morning.
Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue walked into the community hospital and listened to the doctor on duty introduce the patient's situation last night.
Suddenly, a noise came from the end of the corridor.
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