Chapter 1867

"Boss Zheng, I'll tell all you said to my friend." Song Ying knew it was important and said it seriously.

Normally, this kind of thing has nothing to do with him.

But boss Zheng's serious expression and the spirit of saving lives that Song Ying hasn't seen for many years? He didn't know how to describe it. In short, Song Ying was moved by Zheng Ren at the moment.

"Well, please, brother song. By the way, go back and ask the old man to stop amiodarone or change to other drugs." Zheng Ren said: "after a few months, the problem of liver brightness can be solved, and liver function can gradually recover."

"OK, I remember." Song Ying said.

Zheng Ren didn't tell Song Ying what medicine to change. With Song Ying's ability, these things are not important at all.

You can ask anyone.

After that, things became simple. Song Ying collected the film and began to drink with Su Yun and Chang Yue.

The quantity of this product is quite good. One bottle goes down to Maotai without changing its face.

Song Ying knew it was not early. We should be close and not annoy boss Zheng.

He had just the right heat.

Leaving, Song Ying went downstairs, but he didn't hurry to get on the bus, but leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.

Looking at the community hospital, he smiled. In the smoke, Song Ying's smile was blurred.

This little boss Zheng is growing up really fast.

The level of seeing a doctor is also high. Boss Zheng is optimistic about his eldest brother's illness.

This is a good card, but the shortcomings are also obvious - boss Zheng seems to treat patients and save people more seriously than heaven.

If so, I have no advantage.

But Song Ying just thought about it. At least now he has entered the house. He is a close friend... It should be.

At night, Song Ying looked at the lights of the community hospital and seemed distracted.

After six or seven minutes, the smoke burned his fingers before he woke up.

Put out the cigarette butts and throw them into the nearby dustbin. Song Ying got in the car and took out his mobile phone.

"Brother, I came out of boss Zheng's house."

"I think so. It's just a routine physical examination. There's no problem."

"Well, boss Zheng has always had no prejudice against mental diseases. In recent cases, it is said that many people were diagnosed with mental diseases, which was overthrown by boss Zheng."

"OK, I'll get in touch. Boss Zheng will go back to Haicheng recently and wait for him to come back."

After a few words, Song Ying hung up.

There is a business partner, his wife has depression, and the diagnosis is quite clear. Because of some small problems, the annual physical examination has become a major event.

Song Ying doesn't think boss Zheng can overturn the diagnosis of depression. He just wants to have a physical examination smoothly.

Boss Zheng, a lifelong professor at Massachusetts General Hospital and a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic, should be enough.

Sitting in the car, Song Ying seemed to be thinking about things and in a daze.

After ten minutes, he shook his head slightly and lit the fire to leave.

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Send Song Ying away and Xie Yi begins to clean the table. Zheng Ren wants to help, but Xie Yi's people press him on the sofa.

Like in the operating room, Xie Yi never seems to have the concept of letting Zheng Ren pack things in his mind.

"Boss, with your treatment, kill countless people every second." Su Yun reluctantly poured the last bit of wine in the iron covered Maotai bottle into his throat and said with envy.

"Can you do left ventricular volume reduction?" Zheng Ren thought of another thing.

"Are you talking to me or Chang Yue?" Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and said with disdain.

"Just do it." Zheng Ren said: "the operation is difficult, and the postoperative care is also difficult. We should go to the ICU to see more eyes."

"The strength of our 912 is very strong. Don't worry. I'm curious about how the patient can step down alive." Su yundao.

"Who knows, I'm only 70% sure. If you're added, I might be more sure." Zheng Ren watched TV, but Su Yun could feel his pupils dilated and was in a state of emptying himself.

This guy knows about surgery.

Su Yun shook his head, cleaned up the table, washed and went to sleep.

Zheng Ren lay in bed, recalling the report just brought by Song Ying, and entered the system space.

The operation is difficult, which Zheng Ren knows. However, in 1997, Mr. Huang fangjiong carried out this technique in China, and there is no reason why he can't do it.

But he tried to buy operation training time, but the system operating room was empty.

It seems that big pig hoof does not recognize this self selected surgical training method, and Zheng Ren also said that he is very helpless.

Then we can only wait until the patient comes. Zheng Ren sits in the system space and looks at the increasingly... Vivid little white fox. He has no fear.

Looking at it, Zheng Ren gradually entered a state of emptiness.

When the alarm rang, Zheng Rencai found himself sitting in the system space all night.

After getting up, Zheng Ren moved a little.

There was no feeling of fatigue at all. He was energetic and seemed to be resurrected in situ with blood and blue. Zheng Ren wondered whether he could rest in the system space in the future?

He had never thought of such a thing before. He was stupid enough. Zheng Ren laughed at himself.

Get up, wash, go to the community hospital for ward rounds, routine actions.

After all, dozens of patients are left in community hospitals. Although the operation is relatively reassuring and there are few postoperative complications, ward rounds are still necessary.

Zheng Ren was very happy when he came to the community hospital. Now it has been gradually filled by itself, and the pace towards the Nobel Prize is very steady.

Zheng Ren came to the community hospital at this point almost every day. The doctors who studied had already felt the law.

Although they are eager to go to the operating table, Su Yun's rigid regulations require them to stay in the community hospital for one month before they have a chance to see their personal performance.

As a newcomer, he still entered the edge of the Nobel Prize project team. The chief inpatients and professors in charge of the group all over the country dare not talk about anything, but just work hard.

Just the more you do, the more magical you feel.

Tips surgery, let alone county and municipal hospitals, even provincial hospitals, has high mortality and postoperative complications of hepatic encephalopathy.

However, in the community hospital, what they saw was quiet and peaceful. There were few postoperative complications, and some were simply handled.

With the passage of time, the new skepticism of these doctors began to quickly turn into inexplicable worship. Tips surgery can be done, and there are few postoperative complications. If you learn it, it's a body skill!

How many of the 100 million hepatitis B patients in China are complicated by portal hypertension? It's enough to say that you have a skill to make a living, not to treat the sick and save people.

The doctor on duty waited for Zheng Ren at the door early in the morning.

Zheng Renhe, Su Yun and Chang Yue walked into the community hospital and listened to the doctor on duty about the patient last night.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the end of the corridor.