Chapter 1091

Soon, the directors of relevant departments in the hospital rushed over.

There were a little more people. More than a dozen people stood in the operating room and whispered. Zheng Ren also felt a little noisy.

He was very impatient, especially the blood at the bottom of his heart.

"Boss, go and have a cigarette. We have nothing to do with this." Su Yun whispered. He saw that many directors and office personnel were standing, and the boss sat there with his eyes closed, feeling very inappropriate. In order to make Zheng Ren less hate, he wanted to pull him out.

Zheng Ren nodded, opened his eyes and went out with Su Yun.

Director Xu of the anesthesia department has taken over the anesthesia, and Lao he is idle. His attention was always on Zheng Ren. When he saw him leave, he immediately explained to his deputy - if the director looked for him, he said he went to the bathroom and left with him.

"Boss Zheng, are you tired?" Lao he asked in the back.

"OK."

Lao he, who has always been wordy, didn't say much. Today, it makes people speechless. Everyone's heart is like a big stone, heavy, and even breathing is very difficult.

When he came to the duty room, Lao he took out his cigarette and shook his wrist. A cigarette poked out of the cigarette box. He was very skilled.

Zheng Ren picked up the cigarette and his hand trembled slightly.

Before the operation, his hands were as stable as a rock, like others.

Lao he felt uncomfortable when he saw it. He took out a lighter, lit Zheng Ren a cigarette, gave Su Yun another one, and opened the window.

"Boss Zheng, when did you come back?" Lao he asked.

"Just got off the plane." Zheng Rendao.

"I'm going to attend the commendation conference." Lao he grinned and wanted to show a smiling face, but it was more ugly than crying.

"Yes." Zheng Ren was very dull, especially dull. His hand with smoke trembled unevenly.

The surgeon's hand was steady. Just now, Lao he saw with his own eyes that boss Zheng had both hands and his skills were amazing. When I got off the stage, my hands shook like this.

"Lao he, what's going on?" Su Yun asked directly.

"Oh, don't mention it." Old he sighed, "I've seen a lot less extraurinary surgery these days. Just in the morning, president Yu came to the matching station to do a case of renal cancer, so I asked. President Yu said that recently, the patient's family members are still the same as before, either to the ward director's office or to the door."

"...." Zheng Ren and Su Yun were silent. They could already imagine the picture at that time.

"When I saw him, I didn't speak. I knelt on the ground and cried."

"Dry howling? See more." Su Yun sneered.

"No, it's the kind of sad. Mr. Yu... Alas, it's really helpless." Lao he said, looking out of the window.

It was in the afternoon, there were several clouds in the blue sky, floating like cotton candy, which made the sky look very beautiful.

Just a few people who spoke were full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder from time to time, wind and rainstorm.

In fact, the matter is very simple. Lao he doesn't know much. He just listened to Yu Zong.

"Boss Zheng, can people live?" Lao he finally asked with some trepidation.

Zheng Ren thought for a while and said in a deep voice, "if there is no serious intracranial hemorrhage, it should be no problem to adjust the ICU side."

When this conclusion came out, both Lao he and Su Yun breathed a sigh.

"What's all this?" Su Yun was angry. "In Rochester, Wu Hui didn't do an appendicitis and didn't cry. Director Miao said that the possibility of success was very small, but he spread it."

"Wu Hui? What's the matter?" Lao he is very gossip. As soon as he heard that he was a star, he immediately turned the topic off.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun are unwilling to ask about director Miao. But once they really said it, none of the three wanted to mention it.

In this tangled state of mind, talking about other gossip can still make the atmosphere as relaxed as possible.

Su Yun told Lao he what happened when Wu Hui saw a doctor in Rochester. Lao he is also quite emotional. What washing intestines sounds like bullshit. They are old traditional Chinese medicine, and they are not complex diseases. If you listen to a few key words, you can guess the truth of the matter.

"Meidi's technical level is also average." Lao he sighed.

"It's a community hospital. In fact, Mayo's technical level is very high." Zheng Ren tells the truth.

"There are still few awesome doctors. By the way, boss Zheng, I heard you were hired as a visiting professor of Mayo?" Lao he asked.

If it hadn't been for director Miao, Lao he would have gossip about it.

"Right, right?" Zheng Ren began to be vague, then looked at Su Yun and asked.

"Yes, I finished contacting. When we were in Heidelberg, Dr. Smith confirmed the matter and sent a letter to the hospital. Didn't I tell you?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"Forget, I have jet lag and many operations in those days. Who remembers these when it's all right." Zheng Ren doesn't care.

After a few gossip, Zheng Ren is much better.

Lao he was stunned.

Mayo's visiting professor has become a trivial matter for boss Zheng? This forced pretend is too much.

"Apart from surgery, I really doubt if you go to Rochester by yourself, you will starve to death in the street."

"Always hating people proves that you are mentally unhealthy." Zheng Ren took a cigarette and said faintly, "on the Internet, you are a spray. In fact, it is the same as American hippie culture. Its essence is a psychological activity against tradition and authority.

It requires to deconstruct everything and break all ordinary moral standards. At the same time, under the background of alienating people, unemployed or low-level youth one after another incline their anger and rebellion against society to the network out of a sense of powerlessness towards their own destiny. "

Zheng Ren was very depressed. His mind was full of blood red. The heart is not smooth, the idea is not clear, and it is also quite sharp to pick up people.

Lao he quickly stopped the bickering, squeezed out a smile with all his strength, and said, "two, two, wait."

"What's up?" Zheng Ren and Su Yun asked in unison.

"..." Lao he is nothing, just don't want to hear them quarrel. What hippies, what cultural differences, what small individuals struggle, strive and struggle in the social ocean, but drift with the tide, and express their dissatisfaction through the Internet, which sounds like nonsense to Lao he.

Boss Zheng, such an honest man, would also say that.

"Have dinner together in the evening?" Lao he was so poor that he had to find one.

"Asked out." Su Yun said, "just picked up the plane, an acquaintance of director Kong had a meal. Zhou Chunyong, a fearless emperor, also said he would have dinner in the near future. I'll tell you, come first, come first, you'll invite us to dinner in a week."

Lao he, boss Zheng is so busy.