Chapter 2678 Lao He in the Ripples

"Boss, the annual salary in this letter of appointment is empty." Su Yun casually flipped through the document and said with a smile.

"Oh, do you want me to fill it in casually?"

"Look at Hua Nuo's errands, it's straightforward enough!" Su Yun praised.

"I don't know what to eat at home at night." Zheng Ren stood in the elevator, watching the numbers constantly changing, and said to himself.

"With your strength, what's the difference?" Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren smiled. The document didn't seem to exist, and it didn't attract his attention at all.

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The weather is getting colder and colder, seeing that it will snow soon.

The last snowy day in Zheng Ren's memory seemed to be Yiren's birthday in Haicheng. And this birthday, I seem to be going to Stockholm.

But what he didn't know was that the waves he inadvertently stirred up were rippling and expanding round after round, changing the world. Among them, Lao He's feelings are more obvious. Finally, one of the salted fish turned over.

Near mid-November, the annual meeting of the Department of Anesthesiology in the Imperial City was held.

Lao He got more attention, and even many directors present at the meeting asked who Lao He was.

The past few days have left Lao He in a daze. He has hundreds of friends on WeChat inexplicably, all of whom are directors who have come to chat with him at the Imperial Anesthesiology Annual Conference.

For a moment, Lao He even understood the troubles of being approached that he had heard about before.

In the past, I was just a little transparent, and no one noticed. Although I complained occasionally, my life was still normal.

But now that he has received attention, it seems to make him even more distressed. During the two days of the annual meeting, old He Lei's back was sore and his legs ached.

Don't participate in this year's national annual meeting. Lao He has a headache when he thinks that more people are looking for him.

He knew all these things in his heart, not because of his high level of anesthesia, but because everyone was curious about Boss Zheng, who broke the dimensional wall with clinical techniques. As Boss Zheng's anesthetist, he naturally loves the house.

Director Xu talked to Lao He today, saying that he will be promoted after the next year, to the position of deputy director.

If it had been a year earlier, Lao He would have been so excited that he couldn't help himself. Being able to become the deputy director of the anesthesiology department of 912 would be enough in this lifetime.

But now Lao He's heart is like an ancient well, calm and calm. These things are really not as simple as being a full-time anesthetist beside Boss Zheng.

In the past few years, the news of sudden death of doctors has been repeatedly reported, and the department with the most deaths is the anesthesiology department. High pressure, continuous rotation, these are all problems.

But with Boss Zheng, these troubles no longer exist.

There is a little more work, but the pressure has dropped sharply. Standing behind him is a performer with a higher level than himself, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Although Boss Zheng did not demonstrate the level of anesthesia many times, Lao He firmly believed in it. So no matter what kind of anesthesia, Lao He can easily deal with it, and perform at an unconventional level.

In the face of Director Xu, Lao He still expressed his gratitude to Director Xu through his superb acting skills without actual performances. Although both of them knew what was going on, it was their skill to see through the bridal sedan chair without telling the truth.

When it was time to get off work, Lao He didn't leave, he was waiting for Su Yun's call.

Tonight, the daring Professor Yang invited guests to dinner. On the surface, he expressed his gratitude to the pancreatic pseudocyst surgery for saving the stage a few days ago, but Lao He knew that this was Professor Yang looking for an opportunity to get close to Boss Zheng.

It's really a lucky time for me, Lao He thought with a smile.

When Boss Zheng came to 912, he didn't know there was such a No. 1 person until very late. But I can't help my thick skin and bright eyes.

Why are my ears a little hot? Who is this talking about myself behind my back? Lao He smiled and touched his ears.

It was indeed a little hot, not only hot, but also hot.

In the Langshan County Hospital 156 kilometers away, some people are really talking about Lao He.

An emergency operation for acute appendicitis, the director of the anesthesiology department of the county hospital personally anesthetized. The patient is his father, who is 76 years old.

Xiang Heping, director of the anesthesiology department, did not have the problem of his own family's inability to do it, so he went directly to the battle and gave epidural anesthesia.

"Director, isn't it boring to go to the imperial capital for a meeting this time?" the assistant chatted aside.

"It's really boring, but I added He Junjin's WeChat and left a phone number." Director Xiang sat on the chair, opened the puncture kit, and prepared to sterilize.

"He Junjin, who is that?"

"During this period of time, people in the WeChat group always asked who Lao He was, and you didn't know?" Director Xiang said disdainfully.

In the large and small groups of anesthetists, Director Yangcheng Qiu started looking for Lao He, but it has become a meme.

Who is Lao He? The more I think about this meme, the more ridiculous it becomes.

"It's him, Boss Zheng's exclusive anesthetist! Director, isn't he very arrogant?" the assistant asked.

"No, he's the kind who has the ability and has no temper." Director Xiang said, "It's very kind, and the one who talks in a low voice doesn't look like you. If you are a bit capable, your tail will be up to the sky."

"Hey, Director, look at what you said, how could it be."

"Why not." Director Xiang said, "Look at Lao He..."

"Director, Lao He..."

"Your name is Lao He? You have to be called Teacher He!" Director Xiang corrected, "He is of a high level. It is said that Boss Zheng's anesthesia skills were taught by Lao He."

"Isn't Boss Zheng an interventional doctor? Why is he still under anesthesia?"

"You know what! The top professors don't know anything. It is said that the experts in the imperial capital have big mouths and make a diagnosis directly. That is capable. A few years ago, the patient who had a cholecystectomy and cut off the common bile duct, Isn't it just the ass wiped by someone in Chaoyang Hospital?"

While talking, Director Xiang has already brought the topic to the most practical issue of wiping his ass.

Langshan is not far from the emperor, but the patients are so sucked by the emperor that the medical level here has not been able to develop.

As for things like wiping buttocks, it is necessary to be prepared. In fact, Director Xiang also admired his own face. At that time, so many people wanted to add Lao He's WeChat, and he made a bloody way out of nowhere.

"Dad, I'll give you an injection, it doesn't hurt!" Director Xiang said to his old man in a louder voice after the disinfection.

The old man of his family is in a knee-bending position on the right side, which is a very ordinary posture. Director Xiang's puncture point is chest 11-12, and there is nothing to say. Although he was his old man, and he looked a little nervous, his limbs were slightly stiff and trembling, but Director Xiang was not relentless at all.

After routine disinfection and draping, the bypass puncture was performed, and the catheter was placed upward after reaching the epidural space.

Just an epidural, don't be too simple!

Director Xiang then withdrew the puncture needle and adjusted the epidural tube. Just after adjusting the angle, he suddenly felt something was wrong, the force coming from the catheter was wrong!

How is this going? Director Xiang's heart suddenly hung up, and a bad thought appeared in his mind.