The car soon arrived at a beautiful, semi-open area. A three-story building with a large area stood in the middle of a field of lush green grass.
"Boss, this is the special care area of the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm." Professor Rudolf Wagner said, "I'll help you with the procedures later. There will be a very strict security check before you enter."
"Who has been diagnosing and treating here recently?" Su Yun yawned and asked absent-mindedly.
The professor did not open his mouth but remained silent. He quietly asked for their passports and got out of the car.
The lights were bright inside, and the professor's back view was very long. It scattered on the ground, looking a little lonely.
"Boss, without you, Lil Fugui would have been finished this time," Su Yun said as he looked at the professor's back.
"That won't happen." Zheng Ren smiled. "After so many years in business, there will definitely be difficulties, but it won't be impossible. Also, as a mature doctor, the first thing he considers is not the profit after the surgery, but the consequences of the surgery's failure. "
"Are you so sure that Lil Fugui isn't blinded by greed?"
"It's alright. Lil Fugui looks rough, but he's still very meticulous." Zheng Ren said, "We don't have to argue. Whether we can see Dr. Mehar or whether we can perform the surgery means that Lil Fugui has backup here."
"I'm talking about being blinded by greed." Su Yun emphasized the last two words.
"Oh, even if you're blinded by greed, you have to have the ability to take it away, right?" Zheng Ren smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Besides, I still have you. "
"You only know how to pretend to be stupid all day long. Why don't you come and run for the Nobel Prize?!" Su Yun suddenly became angry.
"The key is that I'm not very interested in the Nobel Prize," Zheng Ren said. "Well, doesn't it sound very pretentious to you? But he just wasn't interested. It was meaningless. If you have the time to watch a group of foreigners plot against each other, you might as well perform a few more surgeries. "
"You …"
"Su Yun, what do you think about teaching surgery when we get back?" Zheng Ren asked, interrupting the argument between them.
"Teaching? TIPS surgery? "Su Yun frowned." Aren't you afraid of losing your job? "
"There are two problems with what you said. First, a doctor must be benevolent. No matter what you do, you must … "
"Shut up. I'm not fully awake yet. If you feed me chicken soup, I won't go easy on you," Su Yun rudely interrupted.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren did not get angry. Instead, he laughed and continued, "Second, you want to steal my job? Who do you think has this level? You, or the professor? Or anyone else here? "
Zheng Ren pointed at the small building of the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm and asked with a smile.
F * ck … Su Yun imagined what Zheng Ren was going to say next. I'm not talking about someone, but everyone here is trash.
Su Yun felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
Shouldn't he be the one to say such pretentious words?
Who gave him such confidence!
However, after calming down and thinking about it, Zheng Ren's words were true.
Su Yun couldn't even find a negative example.
If it was a general surgery, Zheng Ren's standard could only be considered decent. He could lead a surgical team in any Class Three Grade A hospital in the country. But as for how high it was, that might not be the case.
However, if it was interventional surgery … Looking at the whole world … Even Professor Rudolf Wagner was completely defeated. Su Yun really could not find a good example.
"Okay, boss, you win." Su Yun was helpless.
"Then it's settled. Go back and contact Department Chief Kong. The first batch of patients will be doing demonstration surgery," Zheng Ren said. "Hurry up and train everyone so that the new surgery can be promoted nationwide as soon as possible."
Su Yun knew what Zheng Ren meant. There were at least 100,000 patients in the country with advanced cirrhosis who needed TIPS surgery. Every year, the same number of new patients appeared.
One person definitely could not do it all.
But … Was this not a good business to make money? There was a lot of traffic outside, and it was difficult to get a registration ticket. Was it not normal for a bed to be sold for thirty to fifty thousand yuan?
If he asked himself, he had worked hard for the surgery. There was nothing morally wrong with it.
Was there really a saint in this world? No! Absolutely impossible! Su Yun frowned and pondered. Ten minutes later, when Professor Rudolf Wagner walked out, Su Yun slapped his thigh and almost jumped up.
"Boss, your move is really good! Good! Really good! "Su Yun's face showed a rare expression of admiration.
Zheng Ren was confused. What was this guy talking about?
What was he talking about? What kind of awesome thing was he going to do? Why did he not know?
Su Yun did not explain. He just looked at Zheng Ren with an expression that said he knew what he was going to do. There was a bitter smile on his lips.
"Boss, the procedures are done. We can go to the observation room outside the ward to see Dr. Mehar." Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed to have something on his mind. His voice was slightly dull.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun got out of the car and followed the professor all the way into the small building of the Karolin Medical and Surgical Research Institute in Stockholm.
The decoration style here was very similar to the underground research institute in Resident Evil.
Every step Zheng Ren took, he heard an echo and felt a little creepy.
This was a cultural difference and a geographical difference, Zheng Ren comforted himself.
The elevator was very big, very spacious, and very quiet.
When they arrived on the second floor, a young nurse led the three of them all the way to a ward inside. When they opened the door, the ward and the observation room were separated by a transparent glass door.
In the observation room, they could clearly see an old man lying in the ward. His body was full of tubes, and countless machines made subtle sounds, proving that modern humans were using the most advanced technology to delay the arrival of death.
A few doctors were focused on observing and recording. They looked very young, but they were very serious.
"Boss, Dr. Mehar is inside." The professor looked a little depressed and extremely depressed. "Severe coronary artery occlusion. More than 95% of the three blood vessels are blocked at the same time. Now, we're relying on the extracorporeal membrane lung to relieve the burden on the heart. At the same time, we have to hurry up and find a treatment method. "
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded. He had already seen all this from the System panel on the upper right of his vision.
"Where are the radiographic films?" Zheng Ren asked.
The professor immediately communicated with a young doctor who was observing the changes in Dr. Mehar's condition.
After showing his identity card, the young doctor made a record and then retrieved the silhouette process of Dr. Mehar's coronary angiography from the computer.
It seemed that he had already undergone interventional surgery when he had a myocardial infarction.
However, the surgery was not successful, so only a copy of the radiographic films was left, Zheng Ren guessed in his heart.
However, this was not important. Since he was his patient … He treated Dr. Mehar as his own patient. The important thing was to look at the radiographic films, look at the patient, and then perform the surgery.
Zheng Ren's thinking was very simple. He sat in front of the machine and began to read the radiographic films.
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