The surgery continued.
The TIPS surgery, which was supposed to be full of twists and turns and make the audience excited every time it succeeded, became boring under Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner's hands.
Not a single surgical puncture failed.
In Zheng Ren's hands, the TIPS surgery was like the simplest ultrasound puncture for a liver or kidney cyst. It gave the illusion that he was not performing surgery at all, but a routine.
He performed one in half an hour. He was as rigorous as a machine. Regardless of the changes in the surgical approach or the patient's condition, the timing of the surgery was perfect.
In the control console, Director Ren, Director Zhang, and the others were numb.
The gap between them was like a mountain and a ravine. It was enough to make people despair.
After the last surgery, Zheng Ren's mission panel showed that the second stage of the main mission, The Crown Jewel, was 9/10.
There was still one more case to complete. Zheng Ren was a little relieved and expectant.
The effect of radiofrequency ablation was equivalent to radical liver cancer treatment. It was very attractive to Zheng Ren.
It was a pity that he was so close.
Zheng Ren went to the changing room, took off his lead apron and put it in the System before entering the control console.
Dozens of eyes fell on Zheng Ren. The plump man's feet moved slightly, but he resisted the urge.
Silence reigned.
Zheng Ren thought it was strange. Why were they not saying anything?
After a few seconds, Director Ren said, "Chief Zheng, you're amazing!"
Director Ren's words were like the warm current of the Pacific Ocean invading the Arctic Ocean. The huge iceberg melted instantly and the operating theater was filled with enthusiastic praise.
"Not bad, not bad." Zheng Ren smiled.
"Chief Zheng, what do you like to eat?" the plump man appeared beside Zheng Ren and asked in a low voice.
"Anything is fine. I'm fine with anything," Zheng Ren said.
The former director had said that he wanted to have dinner tonight. Zheng Ren had no interest in eating, but it would not be good to reject the director's warm invitation.
Moreover, the Secondary Hospital was very sincere in inviting him to perform surgery.
Every patient had their own indications, but none of them were serious enough to affect the surgery.
This proved that the Secondary Hospital was quite concerned about the TIPS surgery. They were not randomly looking for patients.
Zheng Ren was grateful for the favor.
"Chief Zheng, you're able to perform TIPS surgery to such an extent at your age. We're really envious of you," Director Ren said with a smile.
"It's just a coincidence," Zheng Ren said dryly.
He really did not know how to entertain them, so he could only use meaningless words to brush off Director Ren.
Director Zhang had interacted with Zheng Ren a few times and had some understanding of him. He knew that Chief Zheng was not good at socializing, so he stepped forward to help.
Director Zhang adjusted the atmosphere very well. If he was half as good at socializing as he was, the Secondary Hospital would have started TIPS surgeries a long time ago.
When the professor got off the stage, there was another round of flattery.
The plump man had booked a restaurant, but Zheng Ren still insisted on seeing the postoperative patient.
Because … this was a habit.
Discovering the problem and solving it early was much better than being incurable.
As they were all in the medical field, no one objected to Zheng Ren's insistence.
This was a serious and responsible performance. No one wanted to associate with the kind of doctor who talked nonsense in front of the operating table, but criticized when performing surgery on the operating table.
The postoperative patient's condition was stable. The System's diagnosis was clear.
Due to the second recyclable stent, the amount of venous blood that was not metabolized by the liver was controlled, so the complications of hepatic encephalopathy were not serious.
Every patient was injected with ornithine aspartate to treat and prevent hepatic encephalopathy.
Zheng Ren was impressed with the professionalism displayed by the Secondary Hospital. After looking around, he followed the crowd to a nearby restaurant for dinner.
It was a farmhouse, but the food was very unique. Many wild animals that could not be found elsewhere were available here.
Venison, swan, and wild goose were all cooked in different ways and had their own flavors.
Looking at the dazzling array of dishes on the table and the frequent toasting and toasting of Professor Rudolf Wagner's baijiu, Zheng Ren felt lonely.
The more people there were, the more lively it was, but the lonelier it was.
Sigh … If only Little Yiren was here. Although she wouldn't be a sociable person at the table, he was already very happy to see her taste all kinds of strange dishes with sparkling eyes.
Now that they were holding hands, could he pick up food for her?
Zheng Ren's mind unknowingly wandered to the highest heavens and returned to Xie Yiren through the folded space.
"Chief Zheng, there's something I need to trouble you with." Director Zhang came to Zheng Ren with a glass of wine.
Zheng Ren was shocked. Was he forcing him to drink?
He did not know how to drink. Zheng Ren suspected that he would vomit on the table if he only had one glass.
Seeing Zheng Ren's expression change, Director Zhang was smart and guessed Zheng Ren's thoughts. He smiled and said, "Chief Zheng, it's a good habit to not drink. If you drink too much, your hands will tremble during surgery. This is indeed not a good habit. Chief Zheng, I'm impressed. No wonder you can perform TIPS surgery at such a young age. "
When he heard that he was not being forced to drink, Zheng Ren was relieved.
"Director Zhang, you're too kind. If there's anything, just say it." Zheng Ren had a good impression of Director Zhang and was more relaxed when he spoke.
"Your TIPS surgery is really amazing." As he spoke, Director Zhang clenched his right fist and made a simple body gesture. It was so straightforward that Zheng Ren felt embarrassed.
"Hahaha, you're younger than me. It's not rude for me to call you brother, right?" Director Zhang put his arm around Zheng Ren's shoulder. He was as enthusiastic as a long-lost brother.
"Uh … It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Ren's forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
"Brother, your surgery is amazing. No one can say no to that," Director Zhang said. "I have a dream, and that is to perform TIPS surgery. I'm old now and can't do it anymore, but I still hope that someone in the Secondary Hospital can do it. "
'I have a dream.' Zheng Ren instantly felt as if he was being hugged by the black man. He had goosebumps all over his body.
"Brother, you must help me with this." Director Zhang held Zheng Ren's arm tightly. Zheng Ren felt helpless.
"It's okay, it's okay. It's actually very simple," Zheng Ren said quickly. "Anyone with a little foundation can learn it. But … "
"Don't worry. If there's anything, just tell me," Director Zhang said enthusiastically with the help of the alcohol.
"You have to be obedient. I'm busy and I don't think I have much time to lecture."
"Okay, I'll find you someone who can take a beating. If he's not obedient, just hit him."
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It's thirty. Happy New Year to everyone. Good luck ~ ~ By the way, whisper that it's Monday today.
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