Chapter 1315

After the operation, Su Yun sat lazily on the podium of the ladder classroom, explaining the questions of dozens of experts and professors in Chinese.

Zhou Chunyong was dizzy. Although he didn't see it, he felt the change of his technique clearly. There must be a problem on that side. Director Zhou looked tough, but after all, he had to wear dozens of kilograms of lead clothes for interventional surgery.

Plus the boss doesn't have the habit of eating

Thinking of this, Su Yun smiled.

Zhou Chunyong was tired of hypoglycemia. I don't know how many people will have hypoglycemia in the future.

There were countless questions, but Su Yun sat down in Diaoyutai and answered them one by one.

They can always focus on the key points, which makes the questioner fall into a moment of meditation.

In less than half an hour, everyone was silent. Some have a clear look on their faces, while others are thinking hard.

Su Yun's cell phone rang. He glanced and connected the phone.

"Feng, what's the matter?"

"Oh, the boss is going with the sunspot. OK. I forgot about it. Have you contacted?"

"OK, that's settled."

Su Yun didn't deliberately control the volume. He didn't even turn off the microphone in front of him. He just talked on the phone.

This is the privilege of the technical superior. Su Yun enjoys this feeling very much.

Under the stage, more than a dozen directors from all over the country who had a close relationship with Zhou Chunyong showed a thoughtful appearance. Obviously, boss Zheng is going to fly a knife.

The simultaneous interpreter behind more than 20 foreign experts translated what Su Yun had just called.

12.35 seconds later, a Swiss expert stood up and asked, "is Dr. Zheng going to have an operation elsewhere?"

"Yes, tomorrow's plane." Su Yun replied lazily.

Many experts and professors who had seen 20 operations were still not satisfied. As soon as they heard that there were still operations, they immediately began to ask where to do them.

These people all know surgery. Although the technical level is uneven, the gap is not large.

There are two domestic directors whose level is a little poor and they don't understand very well. If no one competed, they would fool it.

Can you ask director Zhou to fly a knife? Don't you have to learn it.

But the scene in front of them far exceeded their expectations. I wanted to go, but I hesitated when I saw that foreign experts and domestic colleagues had to follow.

If you don't go, you seem to miss 100 million.

The idea of wanting to learn and afraid to miss a hundred million is sowing, brewing, fermenting, and then burst out.

Su Yun doesn't have time to talk to these people. They are just NPCs who open maps. After the operation is completed and the problems are explained, the fees charged are explained, and the rest don't care about their own business.

As for going back, it doesn't matter whether they do tips or not. The second batch of people who came to study had gone crazy and sent emails to Zheng Ren. There was no need to worry about the next three or five batches of people.

He picked up his cell phone and wrote down the address of the Throwing Knife on the blackboard. Without much explanation, I went straight out of the ladder classroom.

The moment he left, the classroom began to boil.

Simultaneous interpreters book air tickets for foreign experts.

Only 12 hours, there are few flights to that side, and there is no place.

After a quarrel, the Swiss professor picked up his mobile phone and dialed the imperial consulate for help.

His actions reminded others.

More than 20 foreign experts and professors belong to 9 countries.

At this moment, the emperor capital trembled slightly.

The ambassadors of the nine consulates in China almost received calls for help from domestic medical experts at the same time. After they wrote down the matter, they dialed the foreign ministry.

The radio waves were transmitted over the imperial capital. The demonstration operation had become a diplomatic event, but Zheng rengen didn't know how lively it was.

When he got off the stage, he comforted Zhou Chunyong and made an appointment to see him in his office. He followed Zhu Liangchen to see the patient with gastric fundus artery embolism.

"Boss Zheng, the gastric Octopus you said has really been detected." Zhu Liangchen introduced the patient as he walked.

"Yes." Zheng Ren answered.

In his opinion, it should be detected. If it can't be detected, it will be big!

"It's true that I didn't pay attention. I still didn't pay attention to my clinical work." Zhu Liangchen began self-examination, "now the patient's bloody stool has disappeared, and relevant treatment is being carried out according to your doctor's advice."

"Then go on." Zheng Ren said: "one week after operation, check an abdominal CT and send me the film for a look."

Zheng Ren is like a director and Zhu Liangchen is like a little doctor in charge of the bed. One gave the doctor's order, and the other kept responding.

"Boss Zheng, what should I do for this patient's operation?" Zhu Liangchen inquired tentatively.

"I haven't thought about it." Zheng Ren told the truth, "my side has been too busy recently. Dr. mehar's heart operation has been completed, and he has to do interventional embolization of the prostate in two days. I don't have time to accompany him. I'll fly to Inner Mongolia tomorrow."

Although Zhu Liangchen has a slight stomach Fei, he doesn't dare to say.

He smiled and led the way. The waist is slightly bent, and the hospitality is incomparable. Where can you see the old Zhu five in the past.

They first looked at the patient's recent various laboratory tests. Zheng Ren had a number in his heart, and then went to check his body.

Physical examination and systematic diagnosis confirmed that the risk of bleeding did disappear temporarily.

"Director Zhu, the patient is more stable, but the medicine must be used for a period of time." Zheng Ren said in the ward.

The mother of the little patient was surprised to see Zhu Liangchen's waist bent slightly with white temples, but the little doctor around him was like a director.

She felt strange, but she didn't speak.

"Boss Zheng, I wrote it down." Zhu Liangchen took a book in his hand and wrote down what Zheng Ren said on it with a ball pen.

It seems that he went back to the time when he was a little doctor and followed the director on ward rounds twenty or thirty years ago.

Zheng Ren explained some matters needing attention and went out with Zhu Liangchen.

The patient's mother was stunned. Boss Zheng? That name sounds familiar.

She thought hard, but finally she couldn't think where boss Zheng had heard of it.

"Mom, I don't want to eat at night." The girl said Jiao Didi.

"No, director Zhu said, we should drink less porridge. Otherwise, the more hungry the stomach is, the smaller it will be. Finally, don't shrink." The woman said.

"Director, you see, he can't stand up when talking to that little doctor. If he knew this, he might as well wait and do it at Aunt Lin."

Lin Jiaojiao, for a moment, the woman remembered what Lin Jiaojiao said.

Boss Zheng, isn't that the person Lin Jiaojiao wants to find for herself? After a big circle, I finally returned to the origin.

No, it's much worse than the origin. The postoperative reaction was heavy, as described by Lin Jiaojiao, even heavier than what she described.

I knew... I wouldn't come here to do it. The woman thought in her heart, with some regret.