Chapter 1395

i see.

The professor's question is also the question of general manager Wu Hang. Boss Zheng has been tossing around in the pathology department for a long time. He always feels extra and unnecessary.

It turns out that this is just a laboratory. What boss Zheng really wants to do is take a pathological biopsy in the CT room and do an examination on the spot?

Is it intraoperative freezing? Wu Hang did not know Zheng Ren's real purpose.

Director Chi's microscope is a teaching microscope with high grade and three lenses.

In other words, when director Chi is observing the pathological tissue, two people can see the vision he sees together.

If director Chi is on a whim, he may explain it.

This is the advantage of multi head microscope.

Wu Hang was also curious. He wanted to see how high the pathological level of boss Zheng recommended by the Nobel Prize in medicine was, so he arranged the director's machine at the risk of being kicked by the director to the intraoperative freezing group to eat hard and wait for freezing.

He even thought that no matter how high the level of a clinician is, he will not be better than himself.

At that time, if you can give boss Zheng a few words, if boss Zheng won the Nobel Prize decades later, you can spit Xingzi and tell people that boss Zheng's pathology was taught by Lao Tzu!

Although they are all bragging, they won't be too empty when they say something practical.

He is a little selfish.

Wu Hang saw Zheng Ren sit down and began to look at the silk tissue. He also came to another microscope and began to observe Zheng Ren's actions.

Professor Rudolph Wagner did not understand pathology, but he was curious about what the boss was doing and occupied the third microscopic lens.

Professor Rudolph Wagner, who does not study cytology, can't understand the messy cell tissue under the microscope.

He could only see the camera moving.

For Wu Hang, it is another world.

Because it was opaque and had not undergone post-treatment, he could barely see the characteristics of some cell tissues. Even if he knew that it was a piece of liver cancer tissue, he could barely judge that some cells "maybe" were liver cancer cells by pushing back.

The lens stops and a faint light appears in the field of vision. The liquid between tissues fluctuated slightly, like a naughty child stirring a pool of spring water with branches.

What does boss Zheng want to do? Wu Hang a question mark on his forehead.

The cell is very small. Is he going to take the cell? What type of tweezers or pliers are used?

Clinical microsurgery is only millimeter level, which is very different from the diameter of cell micron level.

One millimeter is equal to one thousand microns. Few people in clinic can achieve perfection in millimeter level microsurgery, let alone micron level cell tissue.

It's impossible to take cells directly.

"Wu Hang!" A voice roared angrily.

Wu Hang was looking at the light. He was thinking about what boss Zheng was going to do. He didn't realize that this was the voice he was most afraid of.

Light stirs the liquid in the cell tissue gap. With the appearance of another light, the liquid in the tissue gap vibrates slightly, and the indescribable force of the interaction between light and cells appears.

With the light and the gentle movement of Zheng Ren's finger, a cell was steadily taken out of the pathological tissue.

I'll go... And this divine operation?!

What does boss Zheng use?! How can I take cell tissue?!

In Wu Hang's consciousness, countless question marks and exclamation marks intertwined with each other, surprised and inexplicable. In surprise, his right ear hurt.

The sting woke him up.

A little old man held Wu Hang's ear and looked angry.

"Director Chi, director Chi, you..."

"Wu Hang! Who told you to move my machine!" Director Chi asked angrily.

"Slide, fixative, cover glass." Zheng Ren didn't seem to notice anyone coming. He focused on operating optical tweezers to take the case cells, and said softly in his mouth.

"Who are you?" Director Chi saw Zhengzhu. He looked familiar, but he was very young and looked like a graduate student.

"The director is boss Zheng of the intervention department and boss Zheng of the Nobel Prize." Wu Hang hurriedly explained that he even directly took out the Nobel Prize as his shield to defuse director Chi's anger.

Boss Zheng? Intervention department?

"What are you doing in the Department of pathology?" Director Chi asked. He took a closer look at the machine and saw an additional pendant on his baby microscope. His heart was burning with anger.

"Director, director, look! Boss Zheng took a pathological cell directly with something he didn't know." Wu Hang quickly explained.

"Impossible." Director Chi directly denied Wu Hang's statement. As soon as he let go, the huge head was free. "The clinical instruments are millimeter level, at most 0.1mm level, and there is no way to take them out μ M level cells. "

"I just saw it."

Zheng Ren operated optical tweezers. Seeing that the slide had not been brought over for a long time, and hearing someone talking, he left the microscope and looked up.

"Boss Zheng, this is our director Chi." Wu Hang introduced it right away.

"Hello, director Chi." Zheng Ren showed a standard fake smile and then said, "slide."

Wu Hang looked at director Chi and saw that he didn't speak. He quickly took a slide and put it on the shelf.

"Do you need to deal with it?"

"Yes, but I'll do it myself." Zheng Ren smiled and then buried his head to continue the operation.

"Director, have a look." Although Wu Hang was reluctant to give up, he could only give up his position to director Chi.

Didn't you say you were going to the bank to handle any business today? Why did you come back?

Wu Hang shouted bad luck in his heart. Recalling the scene he had just seen, he felt like a kitten scratching, which was extremely sour and itchy.

Director Chi sat down doubtfully and carefully observed the pendant first. Seeing that it had not damaged his baby microscope, he stared at Wu Hang again and began to observe through the microscope.

After 23 ", director Chi's body stagnated.

After 1 ′ 02 ", his hand tightly grasped the base of the baby microscope, and there was a crackling sound between the joints, like a dead wood eroded by termites, which would break and turn into dust at any time.

3 ′ 13 ″, director Chi has quietly looked at Zheng Rencai's living pathological cells and was absorbed.

At 22 ′ 23 ″, Zheng Ren finally raised his head and moved his cervical spine.

"Boss Zheng, are you finished?" Wu Hang asked.

"Yes." Zheng Rendao, "after taking the materials, you can observe them under the microscope."

Wu Hang glanced at director Chi and saw his eyes stuck on the microscope lens, as if the whole person had to drill in.

What is this?

"Boss, what's your operation? I've been watching it for a long time. I'm listening to it." Professor Rudolph Wagner said with a sad face.

"Micromanipulation, maybe your vestibular nerve can't stand it. Don't look, it has nothing to do with intervention." Zheng Ren smiled.