We'll know once we ask. " Chief Xia did not think much of it, nor did she seek Director Zhang's opinion. She called out from the corridor of the operating theater, "Chief Zheng, come here."
"Hold on." Zheng Ren's voice came from the changing room.
"Sigh, why are you in such a hurry?" Director Zhang asked anxiously. "What if Chief Zheng asks for a high price?"
Director Zhang's worry was reasonable. Once Zheng Ren asked for a high price, there would be no room for negotiation.
As for the Secondary Academy, they could either accept it or regretfully say no.
If the price exceeded 5,000 yuan … Rich people would have gone to Provincial Capital, Imperial Capital, or Sorcery Capital for TIPS surgery. Who would stay in the Secondary Hospital?
Director Zhang sighed.
"What's the matter, Chief Xia?" Zheng Ren changed and walked out in a white coat.
"Old Zhang wants to ask you how much the specialist fee is for you to perform TIPS surgery at the Secondary Hospital," Chief Xia said casually.
"Specialist fee?" Zheng Ren was unfamiliar with the topic and had no idea how much it was.
No one had paid Zheng Ren a specialist fee in the past.
Moreover, Zheng Ren was the type who had no use for money.
He had gotten used to living on his own. Tens of thousands of yuan did not make a difference to Xie Yiren's parents.
"We still have to pay the specialist fee to invite you for surgery. Otherwise, we won't be able to show our skills and respect for the technical staff," Director Zhang said carefully. Director Zhang chose his words carefully and said, "But the patients who can be treated in the Secondary Hospital, their family conditions …"
Director Zhang had subconsciously used the term 'sir' to address Zheng Ren.
"It's fine." Zheng Ren smiled, revealing a row of white teeth. "It doesn't matter how much it is, but we have to communicate with the patient before the surgery. TIPS surgery is still very risky."
This was difficult. Director Zhang was astute. Usually, when he said 'it doesn't matter', he meant it and cared.
An old fox like him who had been in the government service for more than a decade naturally did not take polite words seriously.
With a bitter face, Director Zhang gave his bottom line. "Chief Zheng, how about 5,000 yuan per surgery?"
"Sure. Send me the patient's scans before the surgery and make sure there are no contraindications." Zheng Ren did not care. "If it's really difficult, there's no need for specialist fees. The Secondary Hospital isn't far. "
Director Zhang was stunned.
Was Chief Zheng telling the truth?
Now that they had invited a professor to perform the surgery, there was actually someone who didn't want to pay? Wasn't this nonsense?
However, Zheng Ren was right in front of her. His sincere smile and honest eyes were silently telling her that he was telling the truth.
"Don't worry, don't worry. If the patient's family is in trouble, I still have a sum of money. I can give it to them through the hospital's subsidy. Five thousand yuan per patient, you will definitely get your share. "Director Zhang subconsciously struck while the iron was hot and made this matter a reality.
Chief Xia pursed her lips.
Zheng Ren smiled and said, "You can make the arrangements. You must pay attention to the safety of the surgery and prepare all kinds of preoperative examinations as much as possible. Let me emphasize that the risk of TIPS surgery is still very high. You must fully communicate with the patient's family. "
Needless to say, TIPS surgery was risky. Director Zhang's heart was clear. What he was thinking was completely different from what Zheng Ren was thinking.
"Chief Zheng, if you're going to the Secondary Hospital for surgery, will you be going alone or with an assistant?" Director Zhang asked softly.
"I think I'll be bringing an assistant." Zheng Ren did not mind. With Professor Rudolf as his free labor, there was no reason not to bring him along.
"…" Director Zhang's heart seemed to stop beating in an instant.
Bringing Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg University to perform surgery … How much would that cost?
Seeing Director Zhang's bitter expression, Zheng Ren immediately understood and said with a smile, "It's okay, the professor doesn't need to pay."
"…" Director Zhang was still speechless.
Things were going better than expected, but Director Zhang still felt that something was amiss.
"Right, you can perform diffusion-weighted MRI on the liver, right?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I can do it, I can do it." Director Zhang nodded hurriedly.
"Before the surgery, I need diffusion-weighted MRI scans. If you can do it, get someone to send it over for me to take a look. It's not far anyway, so I'll have to trouble you, Director Zhang. "After saying that, Zheng Ren bid Chief Xia farewell and returned to the console room.
"Old Zhang, look, it's so convenient," Chief Xia said. "You've been in the government service for a long time, so why are you so thoughtful?"
Director Zhang smiled bitterly. Perhaps what Chief Xia said made sense? This Little Zheng was quite naive.
Wait, preoperative diffusion-weighted MRI?
Diffusion-Weighted MRI? Liver scans were usually done with contrast-enhanced MRI or 64-slice CT scans. Why did Zheng Ren need diffusion-weighted MRI? It was not like he was performing a brain surgery.
By the time he realized this, Zheng Ren's figure had already disappeared from Director Zhang's sight.
He still had to ask. This time, he could not let his mind wander.
Director Zhang asked Chief Xia for a pen and a few pieces of paper before hurrying to the console room and asking, "Chief Zheng, you said that the patient needs a diffusion-weighted MRI before the surgery. Is there anything else?"
He did not question Zheng Ren's statement, but carefully confirmed it again.
"We'll need the usual blood collection, anything more than that. Make sure the patient's cardiovascular and cerebrovascular systems are not at risk for surgery, then consult them when necessary. Also, tell the family that the risk of TIPS surgery is high and the mortality rate is high, so we'll talk about it later if they can accept it. "
There was nothing special. The only special examination was the diffusion-weighted MRI of the liver.
Director Zhang nodded and wrote down Zheng Ren's words on a piece of paper. He carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket.
This was the basic respect for a professor, or so Director Zhang understood.
This trick had always worked in Shengjing. No professor would be willing to repeat what they had said over and over again.
The appropriate amount of respect would not make people look down on them, but it would shorten the distance between them.
At that moment, the puncture point had been massaged and the professor helped carry the patient onto the stretcher trolley. He tore off the sterile surgical gown and walked out.
"Lil Fugui, there will be more patients who will need TIPS surgery in a few days," Zheng Ren said.
"Go ahead, the more the merrier," Professor Rudolf Wagner said. Professor Rudolf Wagner said, "The preoperative examination must be strict. Don't go on stage carelessly."
Director Zhang's face was covered in tears when he heard the familiar Northeastern accent.
"What do you think about the fee?" Zheng Ren asked. "The Secondary Hospital will pay 5,000 yuan per surgery."
"650 euros?" Professor Rudolf Wagner's mental calculation was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had converted 5,000 yuan into euros.
"Something like that."
"I don't need it," Professor Rudolf said.
"I'll give you a little," Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, I'm in Heidelberg. Each surgery costs between 15000 to 20000 euros. Just filling out a letter of intent costs 5,000 euros to book a surgery. 650 euros, and I have to give it to you? "The professor was confused." Is this what you call dedication? "
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