Chapter 580 The Feeling of Home
When I woke up, it was already six o'clock.
There was a burst of fragrance from the crack of the door.
Zheng Ren put on his clothes and went out to see Xie Yiren transformed into a little cook, wearing a simple and elegant checkered apron, preparing breakfast.
"You're up, go wash up, and get ready for dinner." The Shayman greeted.
"Alright." Zheng Ren smiled.
Is this what home feels like? Seems pretty good.
"Yi Ren, didn't you say you want to sleep late?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Make breakfast first, and I'll continue to sleep after you leave." Xie Yi turned his head and smiled brightly.
During breakfast, Zheng Ren contacted Feng Xuhui, who said that he was already waiting for Professor Rudolf Wagner.
Share the location with Feng Xuhui, and then have breakfast with peace of mind.
Because it was still early, before the morning rush hour, Feng Xuhui called more than half an hour later, saying that he had arrived at the door.
"Then I'm leaving. After the operation is over, I'll take you back to Haicheng." Zheng Ren said.
"Go, go, I want to catch up on sleep." Xie Yi said: "The day Director Kong came, I was exhausted to death."
Zheng Ren also felt sympathy when he recalled Director Kong's relentless challenge to the god of the night shift.
Hope, never encounter such a thing again.
Standing up, Zheng Ren walked to the door, changed his shoes, and opened his arms with a smile.
Embrace lightly and leave with one touch.
Zheng Ren laughed loudly, patted Xie Yiren's head, turned around and opened the door to go out.
In the car, Professor Rudolf Wagner was still nagging that it was too early and he didn't have a good breakfast.
Zheng Ren ignored him, closed his eyes, and began to recall the movie he watched yesterday.
Go through it again when you have time, in case there is a problem?
It took a long time to perform the operation, and they all became patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Countless what-ifs surround me like flies.
"Boss, I've booked a plane ticket for tonight." Zheng Ren just recalled the two films before he heard the professor say.
"Oh." Zheng Ren said flatly.
"Boss, you must turn on your mobile phone. I will call you if I have something to do." The professor was always worried about asking Zheng Ren for surgery.
"Okay." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Actually, the success rate of your surgery has already reached 70%."
"It's not enough at all!" The professor waved his hand and said, "One hundred percent! Definitely!"
"You can do whatever you want, I will definitely pass when I have time." Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, you can't be so shilimaha." The professor said: "Dr. Mehal, in the evaluation of the Nobel Prize in Medicine, it takes a lot of weight."
"Understood." Zheng Ren interrupted the professor, "Fugui, what is the success rate when you apply for the Nobel Prize on the 31st of next year?"
"It is closely related to the success of the operation." The professor was a little nervous. To be honest, he didn't understand Zheng Ren's thinking.
The Nobel Prize, in his opinion, is even higher than the sky. But in the eyes of the little boss in front of him, that's all.
Perhaps this is a cultural difference between the East and the West?
The car soon arrived at the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, and Gao Shaojie stood at the gate of the third department of the hospital to welcome Zheng Ren.
It was really early, and there were still parking spaces in the hospital early.
"Boss, why is it so early?" Zheng Ren also brought Gao Shaojie here from home. It was just seven o'clock. He arrived so early, and the nurses were not at work. There was no way to perform the surgery.
"I have something to say." Zheng Ren said.
Gao Shaojie's heart shuddered, seeing Zheng Ren's serious expression, he immediately fell silent.
"How well do you master the second-stage surgery?" Zheng Ren asked directly, not politely.
When he was in Haicheng, Zheng Ren said that he would teach Gao Shaojie the second-stage surgery this time, but he was not as serious as he is now.
"I did some research, and I feel that my skills are still lacking. But I can barely do it, and the success rate should be reasonable." Gao Shaojie said.
"Well, for today's second-stage surgery, I'll do one, and you'll do the rest." Zheng Ren said, "Hurry up and learn, I may go to the Imperial Capital in a few days, can the patients in the second hospital catch up with the second-stage surgery?" , I can't guarantee it."
Gao Shaojie understood in his heart, it turned out to be the case.
Going to the emperor is a good thing, but you can't make a special trip to fly back just for the second-stage surgery.
You know, when you go to the imperial capital, there are many patients there, and if you really want to fly back, the time will be very rushed.
And it is not practical to ask the patient to go to the imperial capital for surgery.
According to Gao Shaojie's observation, after the first-stage TIPS operation, the patients' symptoms were relieved to varying degrees.
No one is willing to undergo surgery as long as it is not too heavy.
This is human nature.
Only 60% to 70% of patients choose to undergo two-stage TIPS surgery because of the improvement of symptoms.
If they were to go to the imperial capital to do it, it is estimated that not one out of ten would go. The boss wanted to take care of the patients on his side, so Gao Shaojie nodded.
The second-stage surgery is a bit difficult for him, but it is not difficult and impossible to solve.
"By the way, boss." Gao Shaojie said: "The hospital called me last night and asked about the TIPS operation. It is said that the article has been published in The New England Journal of Medicine?"
"It should be, I heard from Su Yun once." Zheng Ren said.
"It was published yesterday, boss, didn't you read it?" Professor Rudolf Wagner made an exaggerated gesture, "This is a big event, and we need to open champagne to celebrate. Boss, can you not be so plain."
Zheng Ren smiled, but said nothing.
"Director Lin came to work on TIPS patients overnight yesterday, and agreed to reduce the fees for patients who have undergone live or recorded surgery." Gao Shaojie said cautiously: "Boss, I just found out about this. Is there anyone on your side?" What taboo?"
"No." Zheng Ren didn't know why the Affiliated Hospital of the Provincial Medical University suddenly paid more attention to it, but the improvement of TIPS surgery was rooted in the diffusion of liver MRI, which could not be reflected in the operation recording.
If you are willing to leave information, then do so, it is not a big deal. Excellent articles have been published, which can be regarded as branding his own marks on the surgical procedure.
When he came to the office, Zheng Ren asked Gao Shaojie for a postoperative review film of a patient who had undergone TIPS surgery in the provincial capital last time, and explained the specific techniques to Gao Shaojie.
A certain location, how to deal with it. Somewhere, something needs special attention.
There are no details, full of empirical summaries, which can be described as worth a thousand dollars.
Gao Shaojie has a good foundation and a solid foundation. Although he cannot compare with Professor Rudolf Wagner, he is far superior to others.
In particular, he had personally witnessed Zheng Ren performing many second-stage TIPS operations, so he had some ideas.
Time passed bit by bit, and even Professor Rudolf Wagner gradually listened attentively.
In many places, after Zheng Ren explained, he was interrupted by Gao Shaojie or the professor. They had to think carefully for a long time before they could understand Zheng Ren's meaning.
Zheng Ren wasn't impatient. After all, it was a difference in level, not because they were not smart enough or had bad attitudes.
Unknowingly, more and more doctors went to work.
They all felt very novel when they saw a blond foreigner standing in the office watching a film.
Someone leaned over to see what was being said, but soon discovered that each word could be understood, but when put together, it was like a bible, and they didn't know the meaning at all.