Under the beating of boss Zheng's hemostatic forceps, Zhao Wenhua completed the operation.

After the operation, boss Zheng tore off the sterile clothes and turned away with Lin Yuan.

Zhao Wenhua stood quietly on the operating table without thinking about how to explain to the patient's family about the bleeding after radiofrequency ablation.

As long as the trouble is solved, nothing else is a matter. Even if the patient's family is unhappy, the patient suffers and spends money, there is no way.

There is no perfect assurance before the operation, and no one will promise that it will be smooth. As long as people can recover, most of the patients' families are reasonable and understandable.

At least now there are no professional doctors who are picky. Most people still have good intentions, which is not a problem.

The lights of the shadowless lamp were dazzling. Zhao Wenhua looked at the opposite screen and recalled the whole process of the operation in his mind.

He stood in front of the operating table like a sculpture and stroked the details of the operation in detail from the first time boss Zheng waved hemostatic pliers.

Interventional surgery is an emerging discipline. Many operations are groped out by doctors themselves and have not been tempered.

Even in the first live broadcast of the operation in Xinglin garden, through the cross operation of left and right hands, Wu Haishi and Wu Lao can judge some details of the operator.

Zhao Wenhua is also a leader in the intervention operation. However, today, he put himself on the anvil and let boss Zheng beat him. Only then can he know how far there is between his operation and boss Zheng.

Good and bad are to be compared.

There is no harm without comparison. The injury brought by this operation to Zhao Wenhua is not only a combo, but also a critical blow.

Even many operational concepts were overthrown by boss Zheng without mercy.

Zhao Wenhua thought he understood some details. In retrospect, the more I think about it, the more I feel tasteful, and the more I think about it, the more I feel reasonable.

The styloid process of the right radius is still painful until now, but there is no tingling or movement disorder. Pain makes Zhao Wenhua more awake.

He plays a lot in his heart, and even judges the details of the operation from the angle and strength of boss Zheng beating his radial styloid process with hemostatic pliers.

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"Boss Zheng, why are there so many flaws in Professor Zhao's operation?"

After changing their clothes, Lin Yuan asked on their way back to the intervention department.

"His operation level is very good. Knock him once. If you have a heart, he can experience a lot in the next operation." Zheng Ren said casually.

"A lot?"

"Well, including the details of the operation, and..."

"And what?"

"The gap between him and me." Zheng Ren said lightly.

Gap, Lin Yuan carefully smacked boss Zheng's words. And that's true.

Although Zhao Wenhua was as embarrassed as an old dog when he was smoked by boss Zheng on the operating table, Lin Yuan knew that boss Zheng's level was too high, and 912 a professor with a group should not be too weak.

Zhao Wenhua will make some mistakes himself. But I can't feel the details for the time being.

However, she is not in a hurry. She is still young and has a lot of time to learn, experience and improve.

Zheng Ren took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Where is it?"

"Er... Is it serious?"

"I'll have a look."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with me. I may have a dinner with the British medical team in the evening."

After a few more words, Zheng Ren hung up.

"Brother Yun?" Lin Yuan asked, "what's the matter?"

"A few days ago, I did cardiac compression. I pulled the muscle group of my right forearm. Lao Fan gave him medicine and wine." Zheng Rendao.

Lin Yuan was stunned.

During liver transplantation and rescue of cardiac arrest, Lin Yuan didn't think anything important had happened.

For her, yunge'er's rescue is very standard and does not affect boss Zheng's operation. It's awesome, but that's all.

At this time, she realized how much pressure her body had to bear with a few minutes of action and 100-120 compressions per minute.

No wonder Brother Yun refused his request and asked him to do the compression. This man doesn't speak well. No wonder sister Yue always despises him.

"Is it serious?" Lin Yuan asked with some worry.

"It should be heavy, but with old fan, there will be no sequelae." Zheng Ren thought about the color and diagnosis of Su Yun's system panel, stopped and said, "I'd better go to ICU first."

"Uh huh."

An operation costs a lot. If the patient can't be saved, he will have to be more oppressed.

Lin Yuan shook his horse's tail and followed boss Zheng on rounds.

After liver transplantation, Chen Li's condition has improved, his body temperature has decreased, and his coagulation function has begun to recover.

Zheng Ren observed for ten minutes and left the ICU.

The level of 912 critical care is quite high. Zheng Ren has nothing else to say.

Seeing that Chen Li is getting better, there are no major complications after liver transplantation. The color of the system panel changes from white to red, and boss Zheng's heart is calm.

Just the thought of having dinner at night gave Zheng Ren a headache.

There was little good mood for the success of the operation. Walking, the mood began to drop.

"Boss Zheng, the patient is recovering well. Are you not satisfied?" Lin Yuan felt the change of boss Zheng's mood, but she didn't understand why it happened and asked in surprise.

"Very satisfied." Zheng Ren replied bored. Thinking about it, he didn't go to the intervention department. Instead, he said, "I'll go to the emergency department for a walk. Go back and write your own medical records."

"I'll go with you." Lin Yuan volunteered, "I'll write the medical record at night. If you go to accompany British experts, I won't go. I'll stay and write the medical record."

It's good to stay and write the medical record. Zheng Ren thought and sighed.

Lin Yuan can use this reason, but he can't. Zheng Ren was forced to count. If he wanted to say so, Dean Yan estimated that he would be offended by angry heart disease.

It's better to be small and transparent. Zheng Ren thought to himself and envied Lin Yuan.

He didn't drive Lin Yuan away either. If he was willing to follow, it doesn't matter.

When he came to the emergency department, there was a noise in the corridor. A noisy sound came like a wave. Zheng Ren felt very familiar with it.

Zhou Litao was busy flying, but he was surrounded by several family members, very embarrassed.

Zheng Ren's footsteps unconsciously accelerated and walked over.

"Doctor, we are not hospitalized. We have no money at all. Hospitalization is also death. Just pull it back." A middle-aged man said foolishly.

Zhou Litao didn't agree. He explained: "when the patient was admitted to the hospital, I felt that the heart rate was OK. It didn't look like it was hopeless. Go and have an examination. If the injury is light, just stay for a few days."

"It doesn't cost money to do the examination." The middle-aged man said contemptuously, "anyway, we don't have money. The troublemaker will give us some money. We'll pull people back and burn them when we gasp. We won't trouble you."