Chapter 368

"Oh, OK! Dr. Nathan. "

When Zheng Jianguo answered with embarrassment on his face, he was glad that his head goggles and big mouth mask were fully armed so that others could not see his embarrassment. Just before he got to the side of the operation, he saw Pliny turn his head and look at him and say, "London."

"Is Pliny still playing the capital game with Nathan?"

An unimaginable thought flashed through his mind. Zheng Jianguo saw Nathan's opening without lifting his head: "Paris, now separate the rectus abdominis muscle, and then grasp the back sheath. OK, Pliny did a good job. Down to the bottom --"

"Well, do you need my help?"

Looking at the two people coming and going, performing surgery and playing games, it seems that they threw themselves to the objects including anesthesiologists, surgical technicians and surgical assistants. After Zheng Jianguo said this, he saw Nathan raise his head, glanced over and said, "your inpatient seems to be a little far away. Zheng, what is the gallbladder triangle?"

"Gallbladder triangle?"

Once again, thanks to director Amy's reminder on the phone, Zheng Jianguo knew he was lucky, so he took the delivery question: "common bile duct, cystic duct, liver --"

"Well, yes, you are the first person to answer this question during cholecystectomy for the first time. You deserve to be Zheng."

Nathan turned his head and looked at Zheng Jianguo in surprise. Zheng Jianguo swallowed saliva under his gaze. Fortunately, Pliny at the operating table said, "Dr. Nathan, I think we're in trouble --"

"Come here, Zheng, come next to me."

Nathan followed Pliny's eyes and greeted Zheng Jianguo. For the first time, he saw two arteries of the same thickness on the gallbladder between the pink muscle and the millet liver through the operation field. Pliny's gloves with blood didn't stop when he was busy: "this patient is a double gallbladder artery, If you are careless, you will miss or hurt one of them. Zheng, what will happen if you hurt it? "

"Bile duct injury."

Almost without thinking, Zheng Jianguo saw Pliny shake his head and said, "the standard answer is that it is very easy to cause massive bleeding during or after surgery, thus increasing the risk of related surgical complications."

"Yes -"

When Zheng Jianguo, who spoke again, wanted to say that I meant the same thing, he remembered the "pre Class Counseling" that Pliny had given him at dinner, so he nodded and said, "my answer is not standard."

"Pliny is too strict with you. Come on, help me with this tractor, Madrid --"

Nathan looked at Pliny and said that Zheng Jianguo knew he had passed the test. He stepped forward to Nathan and took the tractor in his hand. When he was looking at the scalpel in his hand, he saw Nathan turn around and say, "Zheng, now you join us. Pliny said the name of the capital, and I also said the name of the capital. It's your turn to say --"

"Er, Beijing?"

After Zheng Jianguo got the news again, he reported the name of the capital without thinking. Nathan said that the capital game is very simple. It depends on who can't say the name of the capital when it's time to say. It's even lost. It's an ancient game that has been circulating in the operating room for a long time. It's said that when William performed the first anesthesia operation in the "ether hall" of Massachusetts General Hospital, I've played this game before.

"Tokyo -"

As if reminded by Zheng Jianguo's answer, Pliny quickly reported the capital of Japan. Nathan blinked and looked at Zheng Jianguo's gloves as if they were not tied up. He said, "Zheng, your gloves are polluted, Maria, get him out."

"Ah???"

Zheng Jianguo, who was filled with joy when Nathan was asked, was only surprised in time. He felt that he had more hands on his chest and pulled his clothes, so he loosened the tractor in his hand and was dragged out of the operating room with her strength. When he didn't want his eyebrows to wrinkle, he saw that Maria had said, "Zheng, Congratulations, the operation was done well!"

"Well done?"

Zheng Jianguo looked at Maria and then went into the operating room. Of course, he knew how to deal with the glove pollution, so he quickly returned to the disinfection room and took off his gloves to clean his hands and arms. When he saw Pliny shaking his head inside again, he was stunned: "won't you let himself in?"

Although he had doubts, Zheng Jianguo still didn't have the courage to break into the operating room again. It was rare enough for him to get this opportunity. It was Alfonso's opportunity?

Thinking of Alfonso's face after the wrist was diagnosed yesterday, Zheng Jianguo wiped his hands and left the disinfection room. He saw Maria closing the door of the operating room: "Zheng, you did well. The back suture is nothing to you. Director Nathan just wanted to end the operation as soon as possible. If you were allowed to suture, I'm afraid it will waste a lot of time -- "

"OK, thank you, Maria!"

After giving thanks to Maria who only showed two eyes, Zheng Jianguo found that he was in a much better mood. Only after he changed his clothes and came to the service desk did he find that the emergency room was much busy and the harsh alarm was still ringing. When he turned to the elevator, Angela ran over from nowhere: "Zheng, I have a patient -"

"Sorry, I have to go to the digestive center. I've asked for an hour's leave today. Dr. Oliver is here. Go find him -"

Shook his head and pointed to Oliver who came in at the door. Zheng Jianguo quickly ran towards the elevator that opened the door. After more than three months of adaptation, he can now leave from work when he is busy in the emergency room, and he is no longer sneaking away as before.

Just as Zheng Jianguo entered the elevator, the pager in his pocket rang, took it out under the gaze of the two nurses next to him, looked at it, and then put it back in his pocket. Only after the elevator stopped in the corridor, did he run on his long legs to the unknown virus laboratory of the digestion Center: "Catherine's text message, what's the matter?"

"Boss, NIH called you earlier. I called the emergency room and said you had come."

Zheng Jianguo's shadow just appeared at the door of the unknown virus laboratory. Catherine had helped him open the door and said that Zheng Jianguo entered the office, looked at the whiteboard, and said, "look for me? Which department of NIH? "

"LIR, fudge, director of the immunomodulatory laboratory, called."

Catherine looked at the notebook in her hand and said that Zheng Jianguo nodded silently. 40 years after he didn't go through, but he became famous in the Republic because of the unreliability of the East King, and immediately said, "what's the matter?"

"He said the incidence rate of Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia was 1/1500000. It is also normal for us to meet one of the two. We should not make any startling words before we have any scientific basis."

Catherine's cheeks were a little red. Her rapid breathing made the folder in her hands fluctuate rapidly. The cold on her egg face disappeared at this time. Zheng Jianguo smiled and said, "we have a case. Why are you angry?"

"I, I feel like he said we were lying."

Catherine seemed to find her gaffe, then stroked her long blond hair in her ears, put down the folder, looked at the table behind Zheng Jianguo and said, "I'll leave the contact information on your desk. I'll go back to work."

"OK, I'll call him back and see what he wants to do."

Zheng Jianguo nodded and the head sent Catherine's back to disappear. Then he sat at his desk, picked up the number, looked at it, picked up the phone and dialed out.

Augustus and Anthony's investment should have been in place. Only as a past person, he knows that the most urgent goal of NIH is to repeat his experiment published in cell, that is, to find out the HIV virus in Delia, Andre and Anthony's blood.

He Dawei always wanted to rub his hot spot, so after seeing the paper in cell, he took out his patient's blood for testing at the first time, and then called himself at more than 10 o'clock at night.

However, according to Zheng Jianguo's understanding of scientists in official institutions such as NIH and CDC, these are a group of scientists more arrogant than he is in the emergency room. After all, these two places are the dream of all medical scientists, who want to entrust them with lifelong "super state-owned enterprises". Those who can enter are super first-class scholars, and fudge, as a big man with an influence factor of more than 200 all year round, Of course, his talent pool can't be lower than him.

In fact, Zheng Jianguo is not afraid of NIH or CDC competing with him. On the contrary, he is also willing to see this benign competition, because with the competition, his name as a discoverer will only become larger and wider, which will also help more people pay attention to HIV, although it just stops at paying attention and doesn't have any misuse.

The reason why HIV is terrible lies in the development of biomolecules relying on the development of computers. Otherwise, only with the means that even macrophages have not been found now, as for the key role played by CD4 immune cells in HIV, it will take ten years to see progress.

In these 10 years, the death rate of HIV virus is as high as 100%. Even 40 years later, as long as the HIV virus enters the late stage of the attack, the death rate is the same 100%. This situation is similar to the American attack on cancer in 1968. Although the noise is not small, it is not used indiscriminately.

Fortunately, Zheng Jianguo, just as he found Helicobacter pylori, found out the mode of infection by exclusion when the HIV virus appeared in the journal Cell in the glow, which will reduce the public's fear of the unknown mode of HIV infection to some extent.

Of course, the tragic death of HIV carriers will subvert human cognition of death, which in Zheng Jianguo's view will help the public to crowd out HIV patients. Although this will deepen the blow to HIV patients, when the HIV virus can't infect the host after losing its life in the human body, the virus will completely perish.

The host survived!

For reasons of public safety, Zheng Jianguo would rather let all "HIV viruses" die at this time than see tens of millions of people infected and tens of millions of families destroyed after 40 years, becoming a huge tumor in this group of human beings.

"Hi, Hello, this is LIR and I'm fudge."

Zheng Jianguo did not expect that this was the phone in his office. He immediately leaned against the broad boss's chair, put his feet on the desk, watched Esther enter the house with a cup of coffee and said, "Hello, Mr. fudge, I'm Zheng Jianguo, a resident of the emergency department of Massachusetts General hospital --"

"Hi, Dr. Zheng, I'm ashamed of your self introduction. First Helicobacter pylori, then atomic graphite layer, and now an unknown virus has been found. Dr. Zheng, your talent makes me marvel. I wonder if you are willing to work in NIH?"

The sound in the microphone seems to be full of magic. Rao is Zheng Jianguo. Along the way, he has been able to win the Nobel Prize. But when he heard Fudge's solicitation, he had a heart stirring feeling: can you use the money of American taxpayers to do the research he likes?

This is the benefit that all medical scientists dream of!

Unfortunately, Zheng Jianguo knew that this was impossible for him unless he gave up his Republic Nationality: "you flattered Dr. fudge. MIT cancelled the agreement with me because it accepted the funding from Congress, in order to avoid the loss of research results from the money of American taxpayers."

"Hehe, Dr. Zheng, I think science knows no borders, especially our research field. It is also a work to protect and benefit all mankind. Just as you did at the previous meeting, you should help other backward countries in the world to carry out relevant research within your ability.

I can guarantee that NIH can meet any of your research needs. As long as you agree to join NIH, of course, it is still the immune regulation laboratory I am responsible for at present, but I believe these will not be a problem based on your findings and academic achievements. "

Fudge's voice came again, but Zheng Jianguo glanced at Esther, who had unfastened her white coat. After finding Amy's figure outside the glass door behind her, he immediately raised his chin to warn Esther. After she buttoned her white coat, Amy opened the door and said to the microphone: "this, Mr. fudge, I don't have the idea of job hopping yet. Now my inpatient training is not over. You can't break the rules of the Committee and open the back door for me? "

"Hehe, of course, what you said is something I can't do. Let's put it down temporarily -"

Hearing that Zheng Jianguo didn't refuse his proposal, Fudge changed his mouth and said that Zheng Jianguo looked at director Amy, who frowned in front of him, and hung up the phone for two more words. Without waiting for his immediate boss to speak, fudge, director of LIR under NIH, offered unlimited research funds to dig me in -