Chapter 1988 It's Unlucky to Drink Cold Water and Stuff Your Teeth

However, Director Mao still didn't move. The whites of her eyes rolled up, her limbs kept shaking, and the shaking became stronger and stronger, as if a pair of big hands were grabbing her and shaking her continuously.

One side of her mouth was tightly pursed, and white froth gushed out from the other side.

Something is wrong!

Director Mao's lover had no time to be afraid, he shouted loudly: "Maomao!"

There was still no movement, Director Mao's body shaking became more and more obvious, and the bed made creaking sounds, overwhelmed.

He pressed Director Mao's body hard, pinched her with his hands, and shouted loudly at the same time: "Doctor! Doctor!"

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The operation in the morning went smoothly. After a period of running-in, Zheng Ren's medical team was able to operate at high speed even though the parts were changed.

Professor Rudolf Wagner is the second... the third person in the world to perform TIPS surgery.

He is now able to complete each operation in about 30 minutes.

After cooperating for a day, Lin Yuan's eyes straightened.

I thought that the patients on the first day were carefully selected, so it happened that the puncture was successful every time.

But after today's surgery, Lin Yuan was silent.

All TIPS operations, in front of Boss Zheng's medical team, the so-called difficulty almost does not exist. The TIPS surgery, which made doctors fearful before, turned out to be so simple that even Boss Zheng didn't come on stage.

One day, several surgeries may be coincidental. But it is inevitable that there are more than a dozen surgeries like this.

No wonder it can become a Nobel Prize project. Boss Zheng has really fundamentally changed a surgical technique.

Lin Yuan studied hard, but Professor Rudolf Wagner's operation was too fast, and Lin Yuan couldn't understand the Northeast dialect that came out of his mouth from time to time.

After the last operation was completed, the professor turned and stepped off the stage. Lin Yuan pressed the puncture point, ready to send the patient back.

"Have you ever done a similar operation in the United States?" Zheng Ren sat in front of the console and asked through the intercom.

Lin Yuan was taken aback for a moment. Is Boss Zheng talking to himself?

After coming for two or three days, I have always been like a small transparent blank, as if in Boss Zheng's eyes, it doesn't exist at all.

"Huh?" Boss Zheng's voice came from the intercom, "Are you hypoglycemic?"

Lin Yuan immediately realized that he forgot to speak.

"No, I'm fine." Lin Yuan said, "Boss Zheng, I only had interventional angiography examinations at Harvard, but no related operations."

"oh."

Lin Yuan was still ready to listen to Boss Zheng's next words, but the intercom was turned off immediately.

Oh what does oh mean!

She was a little apprehensive, she wouldn't drive herself away just because she couldn't have the operation.

After coming to the medical team for two days, Lin Yuan simply liked it so much.

This place is not as boring as I imagined. I repeat the same work every day, and there is no challenge at all.

Boss Zheng always has all kinds of strange medical records, and Boss Zheng can make an accurate diagnosis every time.

Not every time, at least for now.

It was Lin Yuan's idea to stay. She knew that her opponent was not her old man, but the gentle but tough Boss Zheng.

This is not something that Miao Miao Miao can solve by acting coquettishly.

But what did Boss Zheng mean by oh?

Lin Yuan was a little apprehensive.

She looked sideways through the leaded glass. Professor Rudolf Wagner was standing beside Boss Zheng, and Boss Zheng was pointing at the screen, as if explaining something to Professor Rudolf Wagner.

The world-renowned professor behaved like a student in front of Boss Zheng, Lin Yuan was in a daze.

Professor Rudolph's reputation is no lower than that of his mentor, and they are all doctors of the same level. But the actual level of surgery is obviously higher than that of Professor Rudolph.

Not a little, but a lot.

Lin Yuan guessed that the reason for this gap was because of the scene in front of him—after each operation, Boss Zheng would make clips and point out the deficiencies of the operation.

A little bit of accumulation, one after another operation practice, there is no shortcut in medical treatment. In life, there are no shortcuts.

When the compression time is up, pressurize and bandage the patient and send him back to the ward.

Lin Yuan was wearing an isolation suit and was going to change. When he passed by the doctor's office, he heard Boss Zheng answering the phone.

"Oh? Has Sjögren's syndrome improved? Why did he suddenly convulse?"

"I see, this is the past."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

Lin Yuan thought he had heard the most crucial word - Sjögren's syndrome.

This is a rare disease. I have only learned about it in books, but I have never actually seen it.

Then Lin Yuan saw Boss Zheng striding out of the office, passing by him, as if he didn't see him, he gave way for a while without looking sideways.

"Boss Zheng!" Lin Yuan shouted.

"Um?"

"Are you going to see a patient? A patient with Sjögren's syndrome." Lin Yuan asked.

"It used to be Sjögren's syndrome, but it has improved." Zheng Ren said simply, and strode forward, "Go and change your clothes, hurry back and write the surgery records."

"..."

Lin Yuan felt bitter for a while, this is what a low-level doctor should do, and he is not a low-level doctor!

A Ph.D. graduate from Harvard is treated as a little transparent, and he must prove that he is an indispensable member of the medical team!

She didn't have time to change clothes, so she trotted right behind Boss Zheng.

"Aren't you going to change?" Zheng Ren asked with a glance back when he heard footsteps.

"Isn't this going to a consultation?" Lin Yuan trembled when Zheng Ren saw it.

Boss Zheng's eyes were flat, with the contempt of the superior doctor.

This is the prerogative of a superior doctor, and I... I'm really just a little doctor.

Lin Yuan immediately began to think about the reason, and immediately continued with the previous sentence: "Today Su... Brother Yun is busy, don't you need someone to record the illness, get a film or something."

Zheng Ren didn't say anything, he didn't drive Lin Yuan away, and he didn't even look at her because of her words.

After finishing the previous sentence, Boss Zheng ignored Lin Yuan again.

He was thinking of Director Mao.

How could she be so unlucky? The first is the rare endometriosis to the spine, compressing the spinal nerves. Then came Sjogren's syndrome, which started pumping again.

Really, this man, if he is unlucky, he will stuff his teeth with a sip of cold water.

"Boss Zheng, what patient?" Lin Yuan asked from the side.

"The people in the hospital had appendicitis some time ago because of the endometrium..." Zheng Ren told Lin Yuan about Director Mao's experience, and Lin Yuan was quite emotional.

"When I was in the United States, I met a patient who was on the highway seven times in his life and had seven car accidents. One hundred and sixty-five people in his car died, but he was still alive."

Zheng Ren expressed his emotion that the Americans record certain things in great detail. If this person had been in China, there would certainly not have been such a detailed record of the deaths of 165 people in the car with him.