Early in the morning, Xie Yiren drove to the hospital.
Today, he was going to the Imperial Capital for hepatobiliary surgery. Zheng Ren wanted to come early to see the patients.
Seeing patients had become a deep-rooted habit, just like eating and sleeping. If he did not see the patients before and after the surgery every day, Zheng Ren would always feel that something was missing.
Although Chief Resident Shen had returned long ago, and there was also a doctor like Chang Yue who was in charge of the bed, Zheng Ren was still worried.
Perhaps this was also a type of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Interventional, hepatobiliary, and digestive wards. Eleven postoperative patients' conditions were stable. When Zheng Ren arrived, there were still three patients who had not woken up. The patients in the department were discharged today, and a group of patients who had already made appointments were prepared for the surgery the day after tomorrow.
The surgical arrangements in the Imperial Capital were almost calculated to the bone. The turnover rate of the beds was something that could never have been imagined when they were in Sea City.
After the ward round, Chang Yue stayed in the Interventional Department and continued to work.
The surgery was done, but Chang Yue's work was endless. Every day, the condition of each patient, what items needed to be checked urgently, and whether there were any changes in their condition needed a good doctor to take good care of them.
Zheng Ren was very confident in Chang Yue. After arranging the matters at home, Xie Yiren drove all the way to the Imperial Capital's Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Hospital.
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Zhu Liangchen arrived at the Imperial Capital's Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Hospital early in the morning. He first looked at the patients who were going to be operated on today to ensure that nothing went wrong.
Zhu Liangchen was under a lot of pressure to invite Zheng Ren to perform the surgery.
In particular, the surgery needed to be broadcasted live. This was clearly written in the agreement. However, the surgery fee, or the fee for external experts, which the freelance surgeons were most concerned about, was not marked.
Every time Zhu Liangchen thought about it, he would feel a little emotional. He even faintly envied this group of young people.
They did not perform surgery for money, did not have any restrictions, and focused on scientific research. This was the life that many doctors yearned for.
Young people were full of vigor and looked unsteady. However, after interacting with them for a period of time, Zhu Liangchen sincerely sighed that his dormitory boss's eyes were really sharp.
Not only was Boss Zheng good at surgery, but his lectures were also very simple. From anatomy to imaging to surgery, they were all closely related.
He had pondered for a long time, but in the end, he could not enter the door. However, after listening to a class, he suddenly understood. After asking the remaining few questions, Zheng Ren also answered them one by one.
At this level, if he was twenty years younger, Zhu Liangchen would definitely throw everything aside and follow Boss Zheng no matter what.
Unfortunately, he already had a foundation on his side. Leaving behind the director of a Class Three Grade A Hospital in the Imperial Capital to become someone else's assistant?
Zhu Liangchen had already lost the courage to start over again.
Moreover, he couldn't bring himself to do this. In the Imperial Capital, he could be considered a respected person. If Zheng Ren bowed his head and worshipped him, he would be the big brother and do his best to protect him. This was the best ending that Zhu Liangchen could think of.
Zhu Liangchen could not accept changing positions.
However, it was still necessary to ask Boss Zheng to perform the surgery. Zhu Liangchen knew that he only understood it in theory. The actual operation was another matter.
The Interventional Department of the Imperial Capital's Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Hospital had a hundred beds and two departments. Zhu Liangchen was only the director of one of the departments.
In terms of business, he had the final say, but in terms of administration, it was the Department Chief of Intervention Department One, Zhou Chunyong, who had the final say.
It was just that his administrative rank was half a level lower, and he usually minded his own business, so there was no problem.
However, the conflict between the two of them had been going on for a long time. Zhu Liangchen knew that Zhou Chunyong had been watching him for the live broadcast of the surgery.
In fact, he also had some complaints in his heart. He could just come to perform the demonstration surgery. Why did he have to broadcast it live?
However, after watching Boss Zheng perform more than ten TIPS surgeries, he could only hold back all his complaints.
The surgery was really flawless. Even the TIPS surgery, the pearl of the crown of the interventional discipline, had been simplified. The success rate … Not to mention success, Zhu Liangchen had never seen Zheng Ren fail.
However, although Boss Zheng performed the TIPS surgery well, he was still very careful to avoid all accidents.
Zhou Chunyong had been staring at him, waiting for him to make a mistake.
Especially the live broadcast of the surgery. Zhu Liangchen had a headache when he thought of this.
The agreement did not force all the demonstration surgeries to be broadcast live, but there was not a single one. Zhu Liangchen was also afraid that Boss Zheng would think that he was not serious.
Therefore, today, ten patients were prepared to perform the demonstration surgery. Two of them had financial difficulties and were persuaded to do the live broadcast surgery.
After all, if it was broadcast live, the cost of all the surgical consumables could be saved.
Speaking of expenses, it was yet another dirty account.
Zheng Ren insisted on using the medical consumables and equipment from Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery, but Zhu Liangchen rejected his request without hesitation.
The medical consumables could be said to be the most fundamental problem. The people from Changfeng who came to run the business were not very enthusiastic either. They said that the manager in charge of this was hospitalized and would only be able to come over in a few days.
Zhu Liangchen could not understand why Boss Zheng chose such an unreliable company. He did not even have any joints on his face, and he wanted to enter the hospital. Dream on.
However, he was too lazy to think about it. As long as he learned the TIPS surgery, it would be fine.
The agreement only required that the surgery within three years be recorded according to the format of the Nobel Prize. It did not involve anything else.
These matters were complicated and complicated. It was not something that could be settled in a short week. Zhu Liangchen felt that it was already very impressive that he could do this in a short period of time.
However, he still had to admit that Boss Kong was amazing.
If it were not for his repeated reminders, he would not have put on airs so quickly and shamelessly gone to learn a new surgical method from a junior doctor who was not even thirty years old.
After he finished checking the ward with the doctors under him, he contacted Zheng Ren. Knowing that they were almost there, Zhu Liangchen did not put on airs. Instead, he personally went to the entrance of the inpatient department to welcome Zheng Ren.
He had always been the one who went out to run freelance surgeries, and others would welcome him. Now, it was his turn. Zhu Liangchen was not unhappy. He wore a white coat and slowly walked downstairs.
Just as he left the entrance of the ward, he met Chief Zhou Chunyong.
Although the two of them did not get along, that was all in private. On the surface, they were still very gentle.
"Chief Zhou, why are you here?" Zhu Liangchen asked with a smile.
"Isn't there a live broadcast of the surgery today? I came to take a look," Zhou Chunyong said with a smile. Zhou Chunyong said with a smile, "Little Zhu, I'm also curious. I've watched the live broadcast of Boss Zheng's surgery in Xinglin Garden. You've really invited a god this time."
It sounded very normal, but when Zhu Liangchen heard it, his words were full of thorns.
However, he did not refute. He just smiled and kept praying that nothing would happen to Boss Zheng's live broadcast of the surgery today.
He was a little regretful. It was enough to have one live surgery. It was just for show, and everyone would be able to get by with it. With two cases, the risk was still quite high.
After greeting Zhou Chunyong, Zhu Liangchen went downstairs. He did not expect Zhou Chunyong to be following behind him.
"Chief Zhou, you …" Zhu Liangchen was a little unhappy.
"I'm going to pick up Boss Zheng. This is the first time I've seen someone who can come to our specialized hospital to perform freelance surgery. I have to take a good look at him."
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