Chapter 1095

"Dean, Dr. Zheng's interventional embolization is me... It must be the top in the world." Director Jing revised the attributive once, but he still felt it was not enough.

Just the world's top? It doesn't seem to be possible.

He studied at Johns Hopkins Hospital in the United States. I have seen the operation of embolizing the transverse lumbar artery before removing the lumbar spine. Even the interventional Department of Johns Hopkins Hospital, which is as famous as the Mayo Clinic, will not make the operation like this.

But director Jing had to change a new word. He racked his brains and couldn't think of it in a short time.

The world's top is already the most powerful adjective in director Jing Sanguan. What else? No matter how awesome, director Jing really doesn't know what to say.

"Yes." Dean Yan didn't speak. He just made a noise with his nose.

They were talking when the Shay came in through the door with a white metal box in his hand.

Little Yi slipped away and tried not to disturb the directors and leaders of the hospital.

"Yi Ren?" Director Kong wants to ask about Xie Yi's situation in Haicheng. Xie Yi is not prepared. As soon as he turns around, the lower right corner of the metal box just bumps into Zhao Wenhua, who is hiding in a daze in the corner.

"What are you doing!" Zhao Wenhua covered his legs and glared at Xie Yi.

"Excuse me, Professor Zhao." Xie Yi quickly apologized, "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry."

"What are you carrying?" Director Kong was relieved.

When I got off the plane, I saw boss Zheng carrying this box. I knew it was a gift from Dr. Charles to Zheng Ren. But I didn't expect that the shea people would take it to the operation room. It's just that Zhao Wenhua's goods roared at boss Zheng's girlfriend. Director Kong didn't want to see boss Zheng and Zhao Wenhua splashing blood five steps in the operating room.

"Director Kong is the surgical instrument given to Zheng Ren by a doctor from Mayo." Xie Yi said softly, not nervous, not cramped, generous. She blinked her big eyes and realized that director Kong was helping herself.

"Er..." Zhao Wenhua was stunned.

"Zheng Ren asked me to disinfect before the operation. I think the general surgery and extrathoracic surgery have been completed. It's estimated that they can't use it, so they took it out." Xie Yi smiled and explained.

"A little gift from Mayo's doctor?" Dean Yan suddenly became interested. He sat in the chair, turned slightly, rotated the chair, and asked the Xie people.

"It should be."

Dean Yan is a little happy.

I heard ye Qingqiu say that Zheng Ren was hired as a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic. This kind of thing can be true or false, big or small. Although a visiting professor has proved Zheng Ren's Jianghu status and surgical level, he always feels that he is too young and unstable.

The gift given by a doctor in Mayo is still surgical equipment, which has more interpretation.

"What manufacturer is it? Open it and let me open my eyes." Dean Yan smiled rarely and said gently.

"Oh." Xie Yi looked up and saw that Zheng Ren had stepped down through the lead glass. He went over, put the white metal box in front of the screen on the console and opened the box.

The design of the box is exquisite, and all three-dimensional spaces are used incisively and vividly. The five levels were opened up and down, left and right, quietly, and nearly 100 surgical instruments were displayed in front of everyone.

The well-informed president Yan was also stunned. This is definitely not a standard instrument produced by the manufacturer, but a privately customized surgical instrument!

Everyone present is the first-class cow in the domestic medical industry, and knows all kinds of surgical instruments from various manufacturers and brands.

After only one look, I knew it was a customized surgical instrument, which had reached the perfect level.

Good is good, but the price must be the best in the world. Even the director of 912 won't order so many things without reason.

Director Jing is closer. He can see it best.

Those surgical instruments were in the white box and looked at him indifferently like countless flirtatious girls. Although his attitude was indifferent, director Jing ignored the existence of the dean and couldn't help reaching out. The tip of his finger gently brushed a hemostatic forceps.

And the residual temperature just after disinfection, warm like a lover's hand.

Unfortunately, there is no axe saw. It is estimated that the person who sent the surgical instruments is not an orthopaedic. Director Jing is a little sorry, but just a hemostatic forceps hooked his soul away.

Just touching is not enough. Director Jing gently dropped his hand and gently took out the hemostatic forceps. It is light and hard, and the buckle position is almost nano.

All the surgical instruments I had seen before were eclipsed in front of this hemostatic forceps.

Director Jing felt the residual temperature. He stretched out his left hand and gently flicked the hemostatic forceps with his fingers to feel the texture.

It feels like a rare metal, hard but with strong toughness. If this is used for... Director Jing's heart is hot.

Director Kong is an interventional doctor. He seldom uses hemostatic forceps and other surgical instruments, so he doesn't feel much.

It's just that he knows what director Jing looks like. It's a treasure.

"Who gave it to Dr. Zheng?" Although President Yan also thinks this set of surgical instruments is good, he has been out of clinical for decades. These flirtatious girls' general surgical instruments can't make him feel much.

Dean Yan's point of attention lies in the personal relationship between Zheng Renhe and Mayo Clinic.

"Dr. Charles Moore gave it to me." Zheng Ren walked out of the operating room and was stunned. He was a little unhappy. He went through the crowd and blocked the silver box to stop the eyes of others.

"Charles Moore? Yes..."

"He used to be a surgeon, later engaged in basic research, and won the Nobel Prize in biology and medicine 28 years ago." While explaining to Dean Yan, Zheng Ren almost grabbed the hemostatic forceps from director Jing, put them in the box, and then closed the box.

Dean Yan was stunned for less than 0.1 seconds. Seeing Zheng Ren's childish action, he smiled and said, "Dr. Charles sent you surgical instruments, which must be used to treat patients and save people."

"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded. At this moment, he felt countless hostile eyes.

If a box of dollars were put here, I'm afraid there wouldn't be so many greedy and hostile eyes. But for doctors, especially surgeons, it goes without saying what a box of privately customized surgical instruments means.

Zheng Ren blocked the white box with his body and didn't look at those coveted eyes.

"How many times can it be disinfected?"

"It is said that I can't use it all my life."

"What about the surgical blade?" Dean Yan was thoughtful and asked.

"It's a headache. Ordinary blades can't be pressed in. They're too thick. They need to be customized by the manufacturer in ostlaicho. Dr. Charles gave me 300." Zheng Ren replied.

Tut Tut, many envious eyes are even stronger.