Chapter 1394 God's Operation (1)

It turned out to be so.

The professor's question is also the question of President Wu Hang. Boss Zheng was in the pathology department.

It turns out that this place is only used as a laboratory. What Boss Zheng really wants to do is to take a biopsy of the pathological tissue in the CT room and conduct an on-the-spot examination?

Is it intraoperative freezing? Wu Hang didn't know Zheng Ren's real purpose.

Director Chi's microscope is a teaching microscope with a high grade and three lenses.

In other words, when Director Chi was observing the pathological tissue, there were two people beside him who could see the vision he saw together.

If Director Chi is on a whim, he may explain it.

That's the benefit of a multi-head microscope.

Wu Hang was also curious and wanted to see how high the pathological level of Boss Zheng, who was recommended by the Nobel Prize in Medicine, was the risk of being kicked by the director to the intraoperative freezing group to suffer hard work and wait for the freezing. machine.

He even thought that no matter how high a clinician's level is, he can't be better than himself.

At that time, if I can give Boss Zheng a few pointers, and if Boss Zheng wins the Nobel Prize decades later, I can spit and tell people that Boss Zheng's pathology was taught by Laozi!

Although it is all bragging, as long as there is a little practical matter, it will not be too false to say.

He was a little selfish.

Seeing Zheng Ren sitting down, Wu Hang began to look at the tissue. He also came to another microscope and began to observe Zheng Ren's movements.

Professor Rudolf Wagner did not understand pathology, but he was also curious about what the boss was doing, occupying the third microscope head.

The messy cellular organization under the microscope was incomprehensible to Professor Rudolf Wagner, who did not understand cytology.

All he could see was the camera moving constantly.

For Wu Hang, it was another world.

Because it is opaque and has not undergone post-processing, he can barely see the characteristics of certain cells and tissues. Even if he knew that it was a piece of liver cancer tissue, he could barely judge that some cells were "probably" liver cancer cells by using the reverse method.

The camera freezes, and a faint light appears in the field of vision. The fluid in the interstitial space fluctuated slightly, as if a naughty child stirred a pool of spring water with a branch.

What is Boss Zheng going to do? Wu Hang had a question mark on his forehead.

The cells are very small, is he going to take the cells? What type of tweezers or pliers are you using?

Clinical microsurgery is only millimeter-level, which is very different from the micrometer-level diameter of cells.

One millimeter is equal to one thousand microns, and microsurgery at the millimeter level is not perfect for many people in clinical practice, let alone micron-level cell tissue.

It is impossible to directly take cells.

"Wu Hang!" A voice shouted angrily.

Wu Hang was looking at the beam of light, thinking about what Boss Zheng was going to do, but he didn't realize that this was the voice he was most afraid of.

The light stirs the liquid in the interstitial space of the cells, and as another light appears, the liquid in the interstitial space vibrates slightly, and an indescribable force of interaction between the light and the cells appears.

A cell was stably taken out from the pathological tissue with the light movement of Zheng Ren's finger.

I'm going... there is such a god operation? !

What does Boss Zheng use? ! How can I get cell tissue? !

The countless question marks and exclamation marks in Wu Hang's consciousness were intertwined, and he was inexplicably surprised. In surprise, his right ear hurt.

The sting woke him up.

A little old man held Wu Hang's ear with a look of anger.

"Director Chi, Director Chi, you..."

"Wu Hang! Who told you to touch my machine!" Director Chi asked angrily.

"Slides, fixatives, coverslips." Zheng Ren didn't seem to notice anyone coming. He concentrated on using optical tweezers to take the case cells, and said lightly.

"Who are you?" Director Chi saw the master and looked familiar, but he was very young and looked like a graduate student.

"Director, it's Boss Zheng from the Interventional Section, and Boss Zheng from the Nobel Prize." Wu Hang quickly explained, and even moved out of the Nobel Prize as his shield, trying to defuse Director Chi's anger.

Boss Zheng? Intervention department?

"What are you doing in the pathology department?" Director Chi asked. He took a closer look at the machine and saw an attached pendant on his precious microscope. His heart was burning with anger.

"Director, Director, look! Boss Zheng directly took a pathological cell with something he didn't know." Wu Hang quickly explained.

"Impossible." Director Chi directly denied Wu Hang's statement. As soon as he let go, the huge head was free. "The clinical instruments are all millimeter-level, at most 0.1 millimeters, and there is no way to remove μm-level. cells."

"I just saw it."

Zheng Ren was operating the optical tweezers. Seeing that there were no slides brought in for a long time, and hearing someone talking, he left the microscope and looked up.

"Boss Zheng, this is our Director Chi." Wu Hang immediately introduced.

"Director Chi, hello." Zheng Ren showed a standard smirk, and then said, "Slide glass."

Wu Hang glanced at Director Chi, and seeing that he didn't speak, he quickly took a slide and put it on the shelf.

"Does it need to be dealt with?"

"Yes, but I'll do it myself." Zheng Ren smiled, then buried his head and continued the operation.

"Director, take a look." Although Wu Hang was reluctant to part, he could only give up his position to Director Chi.

Didn't he say that he was going to the bank to do some business today, why did he rush back?

Wu Hang shouted bad luck in his heart, recalling the scene he just saw, he felt as if a kitten scratched in his heart, and it was extremely itchy.

Director Chi sat down dubiously, first carefully observed the pendant, and seeing that there was no damage to his precious microscope, he glared at Wu Hang again and began to observe through the microscope.

After 23", Director Chi's body froze.

After 1'02", his hand tightly held the base of the precious microscope, and there was a crackling sound between the joints, like a piece of dead wood eroded by termites, and it would break at any time and turn into dust.

At 3'13", Director Chi was already watching Zheng Ren take the living pathological cells quietly, fascinated.

At 22'23", Zheng Ren finally raised his head and moved his cervical spine.

"Boss Zheng, are you done?" Wu Hang asked.

"Well." Zheng Ren said, "After taking the material, you can observe it under the microscope."

Wu Hang glanced at Director Chi, and saw that his eyes were firmly attached to the microscope lens, as if the whole person was going to get into it.

What is this situation?

"Boss, what are you doing? It's been a long time since you've watched it, and it's annoying." Professor Rudolf Wagner said with a frown.

"Micromanipulation may be that your vestibular nerve can't stand it. Don't look at it, it has nothing to do with intervention." Zheng Ren smiled.