Chapter 737 Strong Desire to Survive

After the operation was over, Zheng Ren felt extremely refreshed, and all the pores exuded an aura of joy. He lowered his head and sewed the last stitch, and roared, "Next..."

As soon as the voice came out, Zheng Ren was keenly aware of a sharp gaze fixed on him.

A strong desire to survive rose from the bottom of his heart, and Zheng Rensheng swallowed the following words back.

Raising his head, seeing Xie Yiren looking at him with serious eyes that he had never seen before, Zheng Ren quickly apologized.

Wearing a hat and a mask, you can only express yourself with your eyes.

"When was the last time you slept?" the Shayman asked in a low voice but sternly.

"I was 22 hours ago. The boss fell asleep all the way when he came by car from Pengxi Township Hospital, and never closed his eyes again." Zheng Ren didn't speak, but Su Yun reported the time very "freshly".

"When was the last time you ate?" Xie Yiren's voice became colder countless times, and Zheng Ren felt that her usually gentle eyes turned cold and severe.

"I took a bite before going to bed. The boss ate the rice bowl in Pengxi Township. It has been more than 55 hours." Su Yun was proud, and finally, he was able to hang Zheng Ren up and beat him justifiably.

"Do it again? Don't die." The Xie Yi whispered: "Take a break for three hours, and I'll go out and buy food for you."

Zheng Ren originally felt that his energy was boundless now, and just as he was about to say something, he felt his cold eyes suddenly become sharp, like a knife stabbing him.

"Uh... ok..." Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment before replying.

It's good to take a break, I haven't eaten for two days, and I can't stand it with just the energy potion. This time, seeing the Xie Yi people came suddenly, which shocked his spirit, but this could not bring about a fundamental change.

"Pick up the patient!" Su Yun roared, then looked up at Zheng Ren, and asked, "Boss, do you or I?"

"I'll go, don't let someone take over the operating table in three hours." Zheng Ren said.

Xie Yiren lowered his head to pack up the surgical supplies. Zheng Ren gave her a deep look, then turned and walked out of the operating room.

The two doctors were flipping through the images of Zheng Ren's thrombectomy in the operating room, and when they saw Zheng Ren walking out, they immediately stood up. Too anxious, the chair slid back and hit the wall with a bang.

Because he got up too fast, the sitting person almost didn't fall down.

Uh... what's the matter?

Zheng Ren looked at the two doctors in confusion, and the older one asked politely, "Doctor Zheng, what do you need?"

Zheng Ren never left the operating room, thinking that the doctors in the Provincial Hospital were really polite, so he smiled and said, "Who are you looking for in the operating room?"

"Arranging the table?" The young doctor was taken aback for a moment, and an older doctor in his forties immediately realized what was happening next to him and asked, "Doctor Zheng, are you tired?"

"Well, after five or six days of continuous rotation, I found a place to sleep for three hours." Zheng Ren said: "Isn't it because I'm afraid that there will be no stage after getting up, so I want to let you know in advance."

"Oh, leave this to me. I'll tell the head nurse." The elderly doctor said immediately, "Is three hours enough? Just now, old director Chen said that you didn't seem to have much rest in Pengxi Township. Why don't you sleep a little longer."

"No, thank you." Zheng Ren heaved a sigh of relief. The doctors at the provincial hospital were indeed very polite, but they saved himself a lot of tongue.

The older doctor didn't deliberately say anything, but arranged for the young doctor to report to the head nurse in the operating room, saying that it was Dr. Zheng's desk and that it would be used in three hours.

Zheng Ren didn't even know when he became famous.

The head nurse in the operating room, what a terrifying existence.

Generally, younger directors dare not fight with the head nurse in the operating room. Is it really good to do so?

Zheng Rengang wanted to say, it's better to ask yourself, after all, it's a special period, and the operating table in the operating room is a scarce resource. The elderly doctor stretched out his hand, and said politely: "Doctor Zheng, let me introduce myself, Huang Dazhi from the Interventional Department of the Provincial Hospital leads the team."

"Hello, Teacher Huang." Zheng Ren stretched out his hand and said gently.

"Don't dare, don't dare." Professor Huang said quickly: "You don't have to be so polite with me at your surgical level."

Zheng Ren didn't feel anything, and smiled slightly.

"Doctor Zheng, there are too many people on duty in the operating room. Our director said that as long as you want to rest, if anyone sees you, you can take it directly to his office." Professor Huang said.

"This...isn't that good." Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment.

"What's wrong!" Professor Huang became serious and said, "The volume of operations in your group has caught up with the three to four groups of us. We should do a little favor for you. You If we are more polite, we will really feel ashamed."

"I still have my assistant..." Zheng Ren glanced inside through the leaded glass, and the Xie Yi people were quickly packing up the surgical tools.

Hospitals across the country are similar everywhere, the only difference lies in some details. This aspect has been taken care of by some people. The Xie Yi people don't even need to clean the surgical instruments, they just pack them up.

Su Yun just carried the patient onto the flat car and was about to come out.

"It's okay, there is still a quiet place." Professor Huang said.

That's good, Zheng Ren nodded and didn't speak.

"Boss, go to the duty room to sleep, don't sleep on the floor in the corridor." Su Yun was afraid that Zheng Ren would deal with him. Even though there was Xie Yi guarding him, he was still afraid that the guy's head would get wet, so he hurried out and said.

"Go to sleep in the intervention department, three hours...it's 22:15 now, and we'll open at 1:30." Zheng Ren glanced at the time on the machine and said.

It doesn't matter to Su Yun, as long as he can lie down on the bed and sleep quietly for a while. After coming out of the imperial capital, I didn't sleep much, and I didn't eat a good meal. I was about to collapse.

Seeing that Xie Yiren was handing over things to the itinerant nurse, Zheng Ren said, "Wait for me."

"Well, I'll wait for you." How old is Professor Huang, can he still not see the height of his eyebrows? When he had time, he also cherished it very much. He retrieved an image and asked, "Dr. Zheng, how did your guide wire get past this position?"

Zheng Ren looked at Xie Yiren's back, with a smile from the bottom of his heart on his face, already infatuated.

After Professor Huang finished speaking, he was stunned for three seconds, until Su Yun bumped him with his shoulder, and then asked in amazement: "What's wrong?"

"Ask you how to do it." Su Yun knew that Zheng Ren was partly because Xie Yiren came, and partly because he was really tired, so he didn't bother him and reminded him in a low voice.

Zheng Ren took off his mask and took two deep breaths.

Wearing a mask all the time, I couldn't breathe smoothly.

"Here, it's like this." Zheng Ren glanced at the screen, knew what Professor Huang meant, and immediately began to explain.