Chapter 1945

Carrying a pot is also about seniority. How big is your small shoulder and what can you resist? Ten thousand steps back, if something happens and you have to carry the pot, can Lao Zhou treat you badly?

That's a blessing in disguise.

Zheng Ren didn't care so much. He sat aside and watched the film again and again.

"Boss, what are you looking at?" Su Yun asked.

"Being idle is also idle. Figure out how to do the operation." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "on the whole, there's no big problem. Let's do angiography to confirm it first."

"Are you Dr. Zheng?" Lin Yuan came over hesitantly, but once she made a decision, she stopped thinking about anything else and became generous.

"Yes." Zheng Ren looked at the film and nodded slightly. Standing beside him was a beautiful woman with a ponytail or a bald old man. He didn't pay attention at all.

"Who are you?" Su Yun looked up unhappily and blew a breath. His black hair was floating in front of his forehead. It seemed that he was also expressing his dissatisfaction.

"My name is Lin Yuan, yes..."

"Harvard Medical School, doctor, you know." Before Zheng Ren reached out, Su Yun directly interrupted Lin Yuan's words.

Lin Yuan stretched out his hand and was stunned in front of Zheng Ren.

"Dr. Lin, please sit down." Zheng Ren was very gentle, but he still didn't look at her. He didn't even notice her hand. "What advice?"

"I......" before Lin Yuan spoke, Su Yun interrupted him again.

"Boss, do you think you are approachable?"

Er... Lin Yuan was stunned. How could he be approachable by talking to himself.

"You're hurting her!" Su Yun made an exaggerated expression, "her doctoral supervisor, it is estimated that she will have to say boss Zheng politely when she sees you."

"No." Zheng Ren said, "you don't know what major she is engaged in."

"Harvard Medical school enrolls very few international students every year, and only offers four doctorates in biology." Su Yun said contemptuously through his black hair.

He seems to be very dissatisfied with Lin Yuangang's calling his boss Dr. Zheng.

"I'm a clinical..."

"It's a doctoral student. It's different." Su Yun said disdainfully, "look at your diagnosis just now. You worked hard at school. Do you think you can do everything?"

Lin Yuan frowned and looked at Su Yun.

Why is this man so impolite!

"Forget it, Su Yun." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Dr. Lin, do you have any questions?"

"Dr. Zheng, how did you think of pulmonary vein stenosis from radiofrequency ablation?"

"Oh, I didn't think of radiofrequency ablation." Zheng Ren replied.

"But you..."

"If you don't say that, can Professor Wu accept it?" Su Yun glanced at Lin Yuan and said, "there's a problem with the pulmonary vein at a glance, isn't it, boss."

"No, I saw it for nearly a minute before I finally determined."

Lin Yuan felt that boss Zheng was more annoying than the domineering doctor Su Yun. What was he showing off? This light outfit is the most annoying.

"You want to ask RF ablation?" Zheng Ren looked at Lin Yuan and said, "the incidence of PVS after radiofrequency ablation was 3% - 8% before 2004 and 2% - 3% from 2004 to 2016. Its missed diagnosis rate and misdiagnosis rate are high; the average diagnosis time is 16 weeks. It is often misdiagnosed as pneumonia, asthma, pulmonary embolism, lung cancer, etc. the patients in front of us are typical examples of being misdiagnosed as lung cancer."

"These data..."

"There are in the literature library. You can go back and check it if you are interested." Zheng Ren felt that he had said enough, so he stopped the dialogue.

"Well, you don't have to say you think there's a problem, but you don't know where the problem is." Su Yun followed the mending knife.

Lin Yuan's horsetail swayed slightly and was a little angry.

But Su Yun was telling the truth, and she couldn't refute it at all.

"Boss Zheng, I'm ready to send the patient." There's a letter on Zhou Chunyong's side. Come and call Zheng Ren.

Lin Yuan looked at Zhou Chunyong politely and seemed to report the medical history to the superior doctor. He was a little puzzled.

Follow up and have a look.

"Boss, Zou Yu has arranged a place, and master Yan has arrived." Su Yun took his cell phone and read the message above.

"Oh, OK." Zheng Ren said, "the operation will be finished soon. Send the patient back and let's go together."

The last sentence was with Zhou Chunyong.

"I went... Forgot to call Xiao Feng!" Su yundao.

"Do you know where this interventional operating room is?"

"I've been here twice. Who's like you? It's lucky not to get lost in 912."

Su Yun habitually hates his boss.

He came to the operating room and changed his clothes. Su Yun sat directly in the operation room and had no idea of getting started at all.

Zhou Chunyong is used to it, but he didn't prepare his own main knife for this operation.

After all, I'm not familiar with the anatomical structure, and I'm not the best at pulmonary vein. It would be nice to be an assistant with boss Zheng.

He honestly said hello to Zheng Ren, and then went directly to disinfect.

The doctor on duty in the interventional Department of the cancer hospital looked at Zhou Chunyong's hand disinfection foolishly.

The big director of the emperor's liver and gallbladder wants an operation?

But is it really compliant to perform surgery across hospitals and disciplines?

He didn't know whether to stand up and accuse Zhou Chunyong in righteous words and drive him away, or pretend to be invisible.

Pretend you can't see. If something happens, you have to carry the pot.

The doctor on duty was sweating on his back, but he soon figured it out.

Call the second-line professor and ask. I'm sure I won't carry this pot!

Seeing that Zhou Chunyong had begun to prepare for disinfection, the doctor on duty immediately ran to the place with good signal in the corridor and called the second-line Professor Jiang.

Dial, but the cell phone rings in the dressing room.

It's here. That's good. That's good.

"What's the matter?" Professor Jiang's inquiry came from the dressing room.

The doctor on duty hurried in and whispered, "Mr. Jiang, director Zhou is disinfecting."

"So fast! Lao Zhou is not authentic!" Professor Jiang angrily said.

Look what you think. The little doctor on duty breathed a sigh.

"Miss Jiang, I think so."

Professor Jiang didn't continue to talk, but changed his clothes quickly. Before the belt of his pants could be fastened, he dragged his slippers to the operating room.

"Miss Jiang, hat."

Professor Jiang hurried to fasten his pants belt, then grabbed the sterile hat and put it on. He took a sterile mask and tied the belt at the back as he walked.

He walked a little faster, his pants were not fastened, and his pants fell down before he walked out of the dressing room.

“MD！” Professor Jiang scolded and hurriedly put on his pants. He hurriedly tied the belt and rushed to the operating room.

Look at what makes Mr. Jiang angry!

The doctor on duty secretly rejoiced that director Zhou was not allowed to disinfect there at that time.

If Mr. Jiang gets angry, I'm afraid he doesn't have any good fruit to eat.