Chapter 367 Dedication

"Just ask and you'll know." Director Xia didn't think too much about it, let alone seek Dean Zhang's opinion, and shouted in the corridor of the operating room: "Mr. Zheng, come here."

"Wait a minute." Zheng Ren's voice came from the locker room.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry." Dean Zhang said anxiously, "What if Mr. Zheng said a high price?"

Dean Zhang's worry was justified. Once Zheng Ren asked for a price, there was no room for maneuver.

On the side of the Second Court, either accept it, or regretfully say no.

If the price is more than 5,000... The rich have already gone to the provincial capital, the imperial capital, and the magic capital for TIPS surgery, and who will stay in the second hospital.

Alas, Dean Zhang sighed.

"What's the matter, Director Xia." Zheng Ren changed his clothes, put on a white coat, and strode out.

"Old Zhang wants to ask you, how much does it cost for a specialist to go to the Second Hospital for TIPS surgery?" Director Xia said casually.

"Expert fee?" Zheng Ren is very unfamiliar with this, and belongs to the kind of mentally innumerable.

In the past, who paid Zheng Ren's expert fees.

Besides, Zheng Ren belongs to the type that asking for money is useless.

Living on my own, with more money and less money, I am used to it. For the parents of the Xieyi people, having tens of thousands of dollars is the same as having it or not.

"If you want to go for surgery, you still have to pay the expert consultation fee, otherwise it will not reflect the technical content and respect for scientific and technological personnel." Dean Zhang said carefully, "But the patients who can see a doctor in the Second Hospital , Family conditions……"

Unknowingly, Dean Zhang has already used you in addressing Zheng Ren.

"It's fine." Zheng Ren smiled, showing his white teeth. "It doesn't matter how much money you have, but you have to communicate with the patient before the operation. The risk of TIPS surgery is still very high."

This is difficult. Dean Zhang is scheming. Generally speaking, the subtext that doesn't matter is important, and he still cares about it.

An old fritter like him who has been in office for more than ten years will naturally not take polite words seriously.

With a bitter face, Dean Zhang directly gave the bottom line: "Mr. Zheng, how about 5,000 yuan for one operation?"

"It's ok, send me the patient's film before the operation, and pay attention to the fact that there are no surgical contraindications." Zheng Ren didn't care. "If the conditions are really difficult, there is no need for any expert fees. Going to the second hospital is fine. How far."

Dean Zhang was stunned.

Is what Mr. Zheng Ren Zheng said true or false?

Now that the professor is invited to perform the operation, there are still people who don't want money? Isn't this nonsense?

But Zheng Ren was right in front of him, with a sincere smile and a candid look in his eyes, silently telling the truth of what he said.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the patient's family has difficulties, and I still have a sum of money, which can be paid from the perspective of the hospital's subsidy. A patient's 5,000 yuan will definitely be without you." Dean Zhang subconsciously strikes while the iron is hot, and puts this Things are settled.

Director Xia pouted.

Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Look at the arrangement. You must pay attention to the safety of the operation, and prepare all kinds of examinations before the operation. Again, the risk of TIPS operation is still very high. You must fully communicate with the patient's family."

Needless to say, TIPS surgery is risky? Dean Zhang was clear in his heart, what he thought was completely different from what Zheng Ren thought.

"Mr. Zheng, if you go to the Second Hospital for surgery, will you go by yourself or with an assistant?" Dean Zhang asked in a low voice.

"Should bring an assistant." Zheng Ren didn't care. With Professor Rudolph as a free laborer, why didn't he take it with him.

"..." Dean Zhang's heart seemed to stop beating all of a sudden.

Taking Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg University for surgery... How much is the expert fee?

Seeing the look of Dean Zhang eating bitter melon, Zheng Ren immediately understood, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the professor doesn't need expert fees."

"..." Dean Zhang still had nothing to say.

Things went smoother than expected, but Dean Zhang just felt that something was wrong.

"By the way, you can do liver MRI on your side." Zheng Ren asked.

"I can do it, I can do it." Dean Zhang nodded hastily.

"Before the operation, I need an MRI scan. If it's done, I'll have someone send it to me. I'll take a look. It's not far away anyway, so I'll trouble Dean Zhang." After Zheng Ren finished speaking, he greeted Director Xia. Turn around and go back to the operating room.

"Old Zhang, look, it saves so much trouble." Director Xia said, "If you have been in the agency for a long time, why do you have so many thoughts?"

Dean Zhang smiled wryly, maybe what Lao Xia said made sense? This little Zheng is quite pure.

Wait, do liver MRI before surgery?

Do diffuse dry wool? The liver has to see MRI or 64-slice CT, why does he need to see the diffusion image? It's not brain surgery.

As soon as he realized this, Zheng Ren's back had disappeared from Dean Zhang's field of vision.

I still have to ask, this time I can't be distracted.

Dean Zhang and Director Xia asked for a pen and a few pieces of paper, hurried to the operating room, and asked: "Mr. Zheng, you just said that the patient needs liver MRI before the operation. Is there anything else I need?"

He didn't question Zheng Ren's statement, but just reconfirmed carefully.

"Regular blood collection is required, and there is no need for more. It is determined that the patient has no risk of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular surgery. It is time to consult. In addition, tell the family that the risk of TIPS surgery is particularly high, and the mortality rate is high. Let's accept it. "

Nothing special, the only special examination is the MRI diffusion image of the liver.

Dean Zhang nodded, wrote down what Zheng Ren said on the paper, folded the paper carefully, and put it in his pocket.

This is the minimum respect for professors, and Dean Zhang understands it that way.

This trick is always beneficial in Shengjing. Just imagine, no professor is willing to say what he has said over and over again.

Appropriate respect will not make people look down, but will narrow the distance between the two.

At this time, the pressure on the puncture point after the operation was over, and the professor helped lift the patient onto the flat car, and walked out after tearing off the sterile surgical gown.

"Fugui, some patients will need TIPS surgery in a few days," Zheng Ren said.

"Let's do it, the more the better." Professor Rudolf Wagner said: "The pre-operative examination must be strict, and don't rush to the stage."

Dean Zhang burst into tears when he heard the familiar Northeast dialect.

"Fee, do you have any comments?" Zheng Ren asked, "The Second Hospital will give 5,000 yuan for one operation."

"650 euros?" Professor Rudolf Wagner calculated extremely quickly, and converted 5,000 yuan into euros in an instant.

"Roughly the same."

"I don't need it," said Professor Rudolph.

"I'll give you some points." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, I'm in Heidelberg. The surgical fee for each operation is between 15,000-20,000 Euros. To make an appointment for surgery, it costs 5,000 Euros just to fill out the letter of intent. 650 Euros, and I have to share it with you?" the professor said puzzled. : "Is this what you call dedication?"