After washing up, Zheng Ren lay on the bed.
He picked up his phone and left a message for Little Yiren. After saying goodnight to each other, he prepared to sleep.
Just as he was about to turn off his phone, a thought came to his mind and he flipped to his phone's QQ. Zheng Ren was no longer young, and there was no business that required QQ to contact him. To him, QQ was just a tool to reminisce about his youth.
Although Zheng Ren's youth was relatively bitter, there was nothing worth remembering. But no matter what, it was still youth.
However, there was one more thing that Zheng Ren needed to do.
Watch the little boy talk.
As expected, it was time to update — I can't go to school again. I really miss the times when I went to school at this time last year.
She must be undergoing chemotherapy, Zheng Ren guessed.
He scrolled up and saw that for the past few days, the little boy had been updating his post every day. It was as if this was a window for him to communicate with the whole world.
I feel so bad today. I really want to turn into a bird and fly without worries … There were seven or eight such stories. Zheng Ren did not flip through the pages further up.
She hoped that he would suffer less and be happier.
After setting a timer on his phone, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
…
The next morning, the four of them went upstairs for breakfast and rushed to the hospital.
Xie Yiren went to the operating theater to prepare the various medical supplies needed for the TIPS surgery. Zheng Ren and Su Yun checked the second-stage surgery patients and confirmed the number of patients who could be discharged today. Then, they passed the information to Chang Yue and went to the gastroenterology department and general surgery department to continue their ward rounds.
Once again, he had to walk ten thousand steps every day just to do ward rounds. However, Zheng Ren did not feel that it was tiring. This was a wound that he had painstakingly torn open. It was absolutely impossible to let it close again.
The patients' preoperative preparations had been completed. Two patients were told that they needed to fast water and did not take oral antihypertensive drugs.
Zheng Ren asked them to take their medicine normally. TIPS surgery did not require a strict water fasting.
After all, there was no need for general anesthesia. Fasting water was just to prevent the patient from vomiting out the contents of his stomach due to nervousness after eating too much in the morning, causing aspiration.
Everything was ready.
Zhao Yunlong presided over the shift. The shift this morning was very rushed. After the ward rounds, he left in a hurry.
'He should be picking up Department Chief Kong,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
He missed Department Chief Kong a little, but unfortunately, he said that there was no need to pick him up. There was a big red banner from the hospital to welcome him at the airport. Zheng Ren was more afraid of this kind of scene.
Fortunately, when he returned from the frontlines, no one had the time to welcome him. Otherwise, it would have been a headache.
As usual, Zheng Ren went to pick up the patient and sent him into the operating theater. Su Yun and the professor made preoperative preparations while he went to change his clothes.
Just as he arrived at the door of the locker room, he heard someone calling his name.
"Teacher Zheng, Teacher Zheng!"
Zheng Ren turned around and saw Hu Yanhui.
The girl carried a big black backpack on her back. She looked like a pony as she ran over.
Although he was running, his speed wasn't that fast. Moreover, it was quite smooth. On the contrary, Zheng Ren felt that it would be faster if they walked.
Perhaps this was just a way for her to express her inner anxiety.
"I'm coming," Zheng Ren said seriously with a straight face. "Come earlier next time."
Hu Yanhui also knew that she was late, so she could not blame him. There were too many people on the subway, so they couldn't squeeze in. These were not excuses.
Her face was a little red, so red that it turned purple.
"Go change your clothes and get ready to start the live broadcast." Zheng Ren turned around and entered the changing room. He heard Hu Yanhui call from behind, "Teacher Zheng, have you eaten? I brought you breakfast. "
"No, you can eat it yourself." Zheng Ren smiled. "Hurry up. The live broadcast will start soon."
He could imagine what kind of speed this girl would use to eat.
However, she really arrived late today. Zheng Ren thought that she was already waiting in the operating theater for the live broadcast of the surgery.
Zheng Ren did not realize that he would occasionally speak sternly to people.
For him, who was still a young doctor in the General Surgery Department a year ago, this change was huge.
After all, he was now called a boss. The boss meant that he had to take care of the meals of a few or a dozen people.
Not only did he have to eat, but he also had to eat well.
Su Yun, that guy, did not eat well, okay? As for Little Yiren, that was taste. She could eat whatever she wanted.
Zheng Ren changed his clothes and walked into the operating theater. In the corridor, the door to his operating theater was open. Zheng Ren went straight to the operating theater.
Mu Tao appeared in Zheng Ren's field of vision. His eyes were a little dark and he looked a little tired.
"Old Mu, did you not sleep well?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I studied the radiographic films all night. Those few pictures of yours really gave me a lot of inspiration." Although Mu Tao looked tired, he was a little morbidly excited.
"Yes, that's probably the case," Zheng Ren said faintly, directly ending the conversation.
Mu Tao felt as if his body was suspended in the air, his heart empty.
Shouldn't he follow up on his words and ask how far the research has progressed? What kind of experience did he have? Why did Boss Zheng just …
Mu Tao was helpless. He could only pick up the patient's MRI radiographic films and said, "Boss Zheng, let me tell you my opinion first."
"Okay." Zheng Ren took the Google Glasses from Hu Yanhui's hand and adjusted them slightly. He was not in a hurry to put them on. He held them in his hand and entered the operating theater with Mu Tao.
Mu Tao inserted the radiographic films into the radiographic film viewer and confidently pointed at a certain spot on the radiographic films. He said, "This point."
"It's almost there," Zheng Ren said.
"…" Mu Tao was stunned. What did he mean by almost there?
Zheng Ren looked at the radiographic films for more than ten seconds. After confirming the location of the puncture point, he put on the glasses and went to wash his hands.
"Boss Zheng, what do you mean when you said it's almost there?" Although Mu Tao was a little embarrassed, he still asked.
"Hmm … How should I put it?" Zheng Ren scrubbed his hands as he sorted out his words.
He had only said it casually before. His entire mind was focused on the upcoming surgery. Who would have the time to care about Mu Tao?
"Old Mu, you have to find a node. The anatomical diagram I drew for you starts at a certain location. You can understand it and find the puncture point through nuclear MRI. "Zheng Ren's words were a little awkward, but Mu Tao understood.
He nodded.
Zheng Ren wanted to truly master and understand the new TIPS surgery himself. Even if it was separated from the local anatomical diagram he had drawn, he could still do it.
Perhaps Su Yun was able to master it so quickly because Zheng Ren and Su Yun were both from surgical backgrounds? Mu Tao's thoughts suddenly jumped to another channel.
"Old Mu, every time you scrub your hands, do you feel like you're begging?" Zheng Ren placed his hand under the induction faucet and washed away the foam.
Uh … This thought changed even faster than his own.
Mu Tao shook his head blankly.
"In the past, the faucet used to scrub hands in the operating theater was hit with a knee. I still like that kind. With a thud, there's water. "Zheng Ren smiled and said," It's simple and crude. "
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