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Chapter 2802

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Boss, the annual salary in this letter is empty. "Su Yun flipped through the document and said with a smile.

"Oh, you want me to fill it in casually?"

"Look at how Hua Nuo does things, he's so straightforward!" Su Yun praised.

"I wonder what I'm going to eat at home tonight," Zheng Ren muttered to himself as he stood in the elevator and watched the numbers change.

"With your energy, what's the difference in what you eat?" Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren smiled as if the document did not exist. It did not attract his attention at all.





The weather was getting colder and colder, and it looked like it was going to snow soon.

The last snowy day that Zheng Ren remembered was when he celebrated his beloved's birthday in Sea City. And this birthday, he seemed to be going to Stockholm.

What he didn't know was that the waves he had inadvertently stirred up were rippling and expanding, changing the world. Among them, Lao He's feelings were more obvious. One of the salted fish finally had a chance to make a comeback.

The annual anesthesiology conference in the Imperial Capital was held in mid-November.

Lao He received more attention, and many of the directors at the meeting even went around asking who Lao He was.

In the past few days, Lao He had been so busy that he had lost his mind. He had inexplicably gained more than a hundred friends on WeChat. They were all chief physicians who had participated in the Imperial Capital's annual meeting of anesthesiologists.

For a moment, Lao He even understood the pain of being hit on that he had heard people talk about before.

In the past, he was just an invisible person. No one paid attention to him. Although he would complain occasionally, his days were still normal.

But now that he had received attention, it seemed to make him even more distressed. During the two days of the annual meeting, Old He was so tired that his back and legs ached.

He didn't want to participate in this year's annual meeting. Lao He felt a headache when he thought about how many people were looking for him.

He knew all these things in his heart. It was not because his level of anesthesia was high, but because everyone was curious about Boss Zheng, who had broken the fourth wall with clinical surgical methods. As Boss Zheng's anesthesiologist, he naturally loved the house and its dog.

Today, Director Xu talked to Lao He and said that he would be promoted to the position of Deputy Director after the New Year.

If it had been a year earlier, Lao He would have been so excited that he would not have been able to control himself. To be able to become the deputy director of the Imperial Capital's Department of Anesthesiology was enough for his entire life.

But now, Lao He's heart was like an ancient well, calm and unperturbed. These things were really not as simple as being a full-time anesthesiologist by Boss Zheng's side.

In the past few years, there had been news of sudden deaths of doctors, and the department with the highest number of deaths was the Department of Anesthesiology. High pressure, working around the clock, these were all problems.

However, with Boss Zheng's side, these worries no longer existed.

Yes, there was more work, but the pressure was much lower. There was nothing to be afraid of since he had a surgeon who was even more skilled than him standing behind him.

Although Boss Zheng did not display his anesthesia skills many times, Lao He firmly believed in this. Therefore, no matter what kind of anesthesia it was, Lao He could easily deal with it and perform at an extraordinary level.

In the face of Director Xu, Lao He still expressed his gratitude to Director Xu through his superb acting skills. Although both of them knew what was going on, it was still a skill to see through it and not point it out.

When it was time to get off work, Lao He did not leave. He was waiting for Su Yun's call.

Professor Yang of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery was treating him to dinner tonight. On the surface, it was to express his gratitude for the pancreatic pseudocyst surgery a few days ago, but Lao He knew that Professor Yang was looking for an opportunity to get close to Boss Zheng.

His luck had really turned for the better, Lao He thought with a smile.

When Boss Zheng came to the 912, he only found out about such a person very late. However, he could not help but be thick-skinned, and his eyes were bright.

Why was his ear a little hot? Who was talking about him behind his back? Lao He smiled and touched his ear.

It was indeed a little hot. Not only was it hot, but it was also a little hot.

In Wolf Mountain County Hospital 156 kilometers away, there were really people talking about Lao He.

It was an emergency surgery for acute appendicitis. The chief of the anesthesiology department of the county hospital personally anesthetized him. The patient was his family's old man. He was already 76 years old.

Chief Xiang Heping of the anesthesiology department did not have the problem of not being able to do it to his own family. He directly put on his armor and went into battle to perform epidural anesthesia.

"Chief, is it very boring to go to the Imperial Capital for the meeting this time?" The assistant chatted at the side.

"It's indeed boring, but I added He Junjin's WeChat and left my phone number." Chief Xiang sat on the chair and opened the puncture kit to prepare to disinfect it.

"He Junjin, who is that?"

"During this period of time, there have been people in the WeChat group asking who Lao He is. Don't you know?" Chief Xiang said disdainfully.

In the large and small anesthesia groups, Chief Qiu of Yang City had started to look for Lao He. It had already become a joke.

Who was Lao He? The more he thought about it, the funnier it was.

"It's him. He's Boss Zheng's exclusive anesthesiologist! Chief, is he very arrogant? "the assistant asked.

"No, he's the kind of person who has the ability but doesn't have a temper," Chief Xiang said. "He's very kind and speaks in a low voice. He's not like you guys. If you have any ability, your tails will already be up in the sky."

"Hehe, Chief, look at what you're saying. How could that be?"

"Why not?" Chief Xiang said. "Look at Lao He …"

"Chief, Lao He …"

"How can you call him Lao He? You have to call him Teacher He! " Chief Xiang corrected him. "His level is high. It's said that Boss Zheng's anesthesia skills were all taught by Lao He."

"Isn't Boss Zheng an interventional doctor? Why does he still need anesthesia?"

"What do you know! Those top professors don't know anything. They all say that the experts in the Imperial Capital have big mouths and directly diagnose. That's because they have the ability. A few years ago, the patient who cut off the common bile duct during cholecystectomy went to Chaoyang Hospital and wiped his ass. "

As he spoke, Chief Xiang had already changed the topic to the most practical matter of wiping his ass.

Wolf Mountain was not far from the Imperial Capital, but the patients had been sucked too much by the Imperial Capital, so the medical level here had never been able to develop.

Wiping his ass was a matter of being prepared. Chief Xiang actually admired his shamelessness. At that time, so many people wanted to add Lao He's WeChat, but he had forcefully carved out a bloody path.

"Dad, I'll give you an injection. It doesn't hurt!" After Chief Xiang finished disinfecting, he raised his voice and said to his old man.

His old man was in a kneeling position on the right side. It was a very ordinary position. Chief Xiang chose the puncture point of the chest 11 to 12, so there was nothing much to say. Although it was his old man and he looked a little nervous with his limbs slightly stiff and trembling, Chief Xiang did not show any mercy at all.

After routine disinfection and draping, he went through the bypass puncture to the epidural space and placed the tube upward.

It was just an epidural anesthesia. It was too simple!

Chief Xiang then withdrew the puncture needle and adjusted the epidural tube. Just as he adjusted the angle, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The strength coming from the catheter was not right!

What was going on? Chief Xiang's heart suddenly jumped. A bad thought appeared in his mind.

(End of this chapter)

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