Chapter 1110 Boss Zheng's Prosperous People

The dissection patient is sent to the ICU, waiting for Wang Qiang to send the aortic stent. Zheng Ren glanced at the emergency room, and ran back to do emergency surgery with President Wang.

The operation was quick, and it was only the most basic operations such as appendicitis and cholecystitis. The two did it separately, and it was over before seven o'clock.

Send the patient down, it seems to be the same as it was a few months ago. It's just that there is one less assistant around, and one less capable resident doctor below.

"Mr. Wang, this situation is not much." Zheng Ren changed his clothes and exchanged bluntly with Mr. Wang.

"Not much, I guess you have to come back, so there are more. I heard from the doctors and nurses that you are very busy when you are on duty." President Wang smiled.

The doctors in the hospital have the distinction of being busy and not busy. Some people are naturally busy, and when they are on duty, they can go to the emergency room all night and can make people collapse.

But some people are very idle. Not to mention not coming to the emergency room, the patients in the ward are also in stable condition, there is no shit at all, and they slept until dawn.

These are baseless claims, but almost all healthcare workers believe it. Just like the god of the night shift in the legend who does not even have a shrine, they are all typical of believers or not.

Back in the familiar office, Zheng Ren sat directly in the position of Xiangyang, which he was most familiar with, and took out his mobile phone.

Xiao Yiren left a message that she and Chu Yanzhi went out to buy breakfast and would be back soon.

After breakfast, everyone came to work one after another. Zheng Ren didn't wait in the office, he ran to the door of Lao Director Pan's director's office and waited for the old director to go to work.

The confusion in my heart seems to be a little better after a few operations. Standing at the door of the director's office, a feeling of near-nostalgia and timidity arises spontaneously.

I've been very busy lately, I should have come back to see the old director long ago. Zheng Ren was doing self-examination in his heart, but video chat was not enough.

Soon, Director Pan appeared at the other end of the corridor.

Zheng Ren stood at attention, saluted, and watched Director Pan approach.

"Zheng Ren? When did you come back?" Director Pan asked happily but doubtfully.

"I just came back from abroad, I missed you, Director, so I ran back to have a look." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

"I have nothing to do at home, so focus on work. How is the Nobel Prize project?" Director Pan asked as he opened the door.

"Director, I'm a little confused, I don't want to ask your opinion."

Entering the room, Director Pan sat on the chair behind the desk and listened to Zheng Ren's recount of the recent events.

As he was talking, there was a knock on the door.

Zheng Ren stood up and opened the door. It was Wang Qiang from the Second City Hospital.

Holding a box in his hand, he bowed politely, no matter how big the age gap was.

"Director Wang, you are too polite." Zheng Ren said quickly.

"Boss Zheng, I've brought something. Take a look to see if there is any disagreement. If there is, I'll send it back." Wang Qiang said.

"What's going on?" Director Pan asked.

"Director, there was a patient who jumped off the building early in the morning. The diagnosis was aortic dissection. The condition is relatively serious. There are no consumables in the hospital. This is not to trouble Director Wang to send something for emergency."

Director Lao Pan nodded and did not answer Zheng Ren's doubts, nor did he express surprise to the mezzanine.

"Where is the patient?" Director Pan asked.

"In the ICU, blood pressure is controlled." Zheng Ren said.

"No shift, just let President Wang watch it, let's take a look at the patient." Director Pan stood up, imposing like a mountain.

Arterial dissection is a disease that cannot be delayed, and may decide the life and death of the patient in a few minutes.

But there are not many people who can do surgery...it's really not many, Wang Qiang can't do it, he's not a blood vessel. If he really wants to catch a duck on the shelves, he can try it, but it is always not as skilled as a professional vascular doctor.

In the vascular department of the city's first hospital, no one does interventional surgery, they are all surgeons.

Interventional surgery eats the line, this is a natural disaster.

It’s okay to treat illness and save people, but if you trade your own health for the health of others, most people will think about it.

Especially after a doctor from the Interventional Department of the First City Hospital was diagnosed with a blood tumor, no one performed this operation.

If Zheng Ren is not there, and there are confirmed patients, they can only be transported to the provincial capital at a huge risk. Or wait for half a day, waiting for a doctor in the provincial capital to run the knife.

It's hard to explain the cause and effect in a few words.

But with Zheng Ren, all this was solved easily, and Director Pan was very relieved, even walking a little faster.

"Director, how are you feeling recently?" Zheng Ren had nothing to say. Director Pan only had a few geriatric diseases in the system panel, none of which were serious.

But when you see Director Pan, you don't even say a word? Isn't that bullshit.

"I'm fine, don't run around all the time." Director Pan said, "I'm done with this, I'll go out for lunch at noon, and I'll tell you what I think."

Zheng Ren nodded.

Wang Qiang followed all the way, he didn't want to just leave. I finally got an opportunity to brush my face in front of Boss Zheng. In the future, I will rely on Boss Zheng for further studies.

Boss Zheng is very popular, and Wang Qiang knows this.

Cheng Lixue, how many years have you suppressed yourself? Boss Zheng had two TIPS operations, and Cheng Lixue had another misdiagnosis of Budd-Chiari syndrome. He lost his face in front of everyone. Now Wang Qiang is not afraid of him.

Without Boss Zheng, even with Teacher Gao supporting him, Wang Qiang knew that if the whole process went smoothly, it would take at least three to five years. If it doesn't go well, he might be crushed by Cheng Lixue for the rest of his life.

Besides, Teacher Gao Shaojie in the provincial capital is very respectful to Boss Zheng, and he has many woolen threads! Not to mention Teacher Gao, even the professors from Temeo and Heidelberg have been taught by Boss Zheng to teach surgery. When will I be able to take my turn?

Wang Qiang's judgment of the situation was very accurate, and he lowered his attitude. He was ready to "serve" this young man. It is best to find an opportunity to invite Boss Zheng back and give him a teaching operation.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiang was delighted.

Whether he can learn it or not is one thing, as Boss Zheng, the great god, stops there to show his connections.

Even the dean can't take it lightly.

Soon, when I came to the ICU, a few people changed their clothes and walked in.

Before the shift time, doctors came to work one after another. They were all surprised when they saw Zheng Ren.

Seeing that Director Pan and Zheng Ren entered the ward, the two doctors who were changing their clothes began to talk in a low voice.

"Why is Mr. Zheng back? It's not a crime, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense, didn't you watch Xinglinyuan's live broadcast a few days ago? Mr. Zheng took hemostatic forceps and taught foreign professors."

"I saw it, so I think it's weird."

"Who knows, it is estimated that he is coming home to visit relatives. You said, who is Mr. Zheng going to hit with hemostatic pliers?"