Everyone did not wake Zheng Ren up. Instead, they looked at each other.
The conversation that followed became much quieter.
"Teacher Zheng, this is …" Director Zhang asked in a low voice.
"He performed more than twenty surgeries in one night." Department Chief Kong immediately realized that he should ask his family to hurry up and find a capable man. Otherwise, even if he pulled Zheng Ren away, this kid would probably not be able to rest assured about this matter.
It was very difficult for ordinary people to understand his temper and way of doing things, but Department Chief Kong felt that it was very normal.
In the army, if a comrade who had died was the only son, everyone would raise funds and remit money to his comrade's parents every month.
After experiencing life and death, many things had been thought through.
Old Chief Physician Pan was already old. No matter what, he refused to go home to retire. He insisted on building the emergency department of Sea City General Hospital. It was also a common idea.
They were all stupid people.
But sometimes, these stupid people were quite good.
The lunch, which was originally full of enthusiasm and exchange of feelings, became tasteless in Zheng Ren's snoring.
They ate quietly. Soon, everyone was full.
Director Zhang glanced at Zheng Ren and then at Department Chief Kong.
Among the people present, Department Chief Kong was the oldest. Director Zhang obviously wanted to ask for Department Chief Kong's opinion.
"Wake him up. After the Budd-chiari syndrome, go back and have a good rest," Department Chief Kong said.
Thinking back to the busy state of the emergency department of Sea City General Hospital yesterday, even an experienced doctor like Department Chief Kong shuddered.
He hoped that he would not be so busy tonight.
He called Zheng Ren and informed Wang Qiang to prepare to send the patient. Everyone rushed to the operating theater.
Zheng Ren was listless along the way, but when he stepped into the changing room door, he suddenly became energetic.
Department Chief Kong knew that this was a conditioned reflex. At this moment, Zheng Ren was Pavlov's dog. The operating theater subconsciously stimulated the excitement center of Zheng Ren's nervous system. Coming here meant that he had to go all out.
"Zheng Ren, can you endure it like this?" Department Chief Kong asked.
Although Zheng Ren was still young, his body might not be able to withstand this kind of endurance.
"It's fine. Isn't everyone like this?" Zheng Ren went to wash his face with cold water and was completely energized.
"By the way, I told the hospital that I'm going to build a TIPS surgery research and experimental center for you in the Imperial Capital," Department Chief Kong said while he was changing his clothes.
"Uh …" Zheng Ren was stunned. "Research center?"
"Don't think too much. There's no place to be alone." Department Chief Kong looked at Zheng Ren's expression and was overjoyed. He knew that Zheng Ren would think too much. "I'm just going to find you some funds and fix a consumables supplier. In the future, when you have money to spend, you won't have to worry."
"Rich?" Zheng Ren's interest was piqued.
"For example …" Department Chief Kong paused for a moment and instantly decided that he must not tell Zheng Ren those negative things. For example, he must not say that the research funds were his own private treasury.
If this small tree grew crooked and became a towering tree in the future, it would still be a towering tree with a crooked neck. It would not look good.
"For example, I'll use Cook's consumables. If the research center fixed Cook as a supplier, you can ask them for a certain amount of high-value consumables for research purposes. You'll have a lot more autonomy in terms of the patient's expenses, "Department Chief Kong said earnestly.
"For example, let a few consumables suppliers pay for it as an entrance fee. Whoever is willing to fork out a large sum of money for your research fund will be able to enter. "
There were many ways to go about it. This research fund sounded nice, but it was actually a benefit for Zheng Ren.
It was just that the big international manufacturers wanted to avoid commercial bribery, so they came up with a variety of excuses.
"Oh," Zheng Ren replied dryly.
Department Chief Kong was a little surprised. Was Zheng Ren really above the common people?
"You don't lack money?" Department Chief Kong asked curiously.
"I do," Zheng Ren said frankly. "However, Lil Fugui said a few days ago that after he applied for the Nobel Prize, he can pull in charity sponsorships and give them all to me. I can spend them however I want without supervision."
"…"
"I don't know the exact amount. About 20 million US dollars? If it's any more, Lil Fugui can't guarantee it. "
"Right, Lil Fugui?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Boss, I'm confident that I can raise this number to 30 million," Professor Rudolf Wagner said. "There's a lot of money. The key is to have a project that can be taken out. If it's a Nobel Prize project, I think that a slightly larger charity fund can take out this money. There's no need for it. When the time comes, you won't be able to chase it away. "
Department Chief Kong cursed in his heart. It turned out that the other party had already had financial freedom, but he was still here racking his brains to pave the way for the bridge.
Thinking about it, it made sense. How could such a top talent lack money?
Every scientific research burned money. The only difference was how much was burned.
Zheng Ren had completed a world-class project on his own. If he could really sell it, 20 million US dollars was only the starting price. The transaction price would be at least ten times more.
It seemed that he had to carefully consider his calculations. He could not give too bad of a treatment, right?
Forget it, he would not talk to him about this anymore.
"Have you done Budd-chiari syndrome before?" Department Chief Kong asked.
"I've never done it before," Zheng Ren said frankly. "But I've read a lot of information. According to the method, the method is very simple."
"Hehe." Department Chief Kong smiled and said, "Do you need me to make one for you?"
"Boss, I've done it before. I've done a research project before," Professor Rudolf Wagner said. "It's very simple. I think if you go on stage, you'll be able to settle this Budd-chiari syndrome patient in three minutes." Department Chief Kong was very regretful.
He wanted to show off, but he did not even have the chance.
But Budd-chiari syndrome was indeed like this.
In the past, when there was no interventional surgery, surgery for patients with Budd-chiari syndrome required the tissue near the second hepatic portal.
The mortality rate … was at least 90%.
With interventional surgery, the layer of membrane in the inferior vena cava would be punctured and the next stent would be done.
It was a super simple surgery, and the patient could recover after the surgery.
From birth to death, perhaps it was just a matter of a new surgical method.
Zheng Ren smiled. Everything was under control. Although he had never done it before, as an interventional expert, what interventional surgery couldn't he do?
In the field of intervention, Zheng Ren could really understand it at a glance. He didn't even need to look at it. He could learn it just by reading a book.
Gao Shaojie listened quietly and didn't say a word.
The thirty million US dollars and the TIPS Surgical Experimental Center had nothing to do with him. In today's four TIPS surgeries, his prediction of the puncture point was accurate three times and he made one mistake.
At this moment, Gao Shaojie was summing up his experience and climbing towards Zheng Ren's height.
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