Chapter 2487

The patient has been on stage for surgery, but Zheng Ren did not continue to take care of the patient.

For craniotomy, Zheng Ren believes that his level belongs to the kind that can be done, but the completion of the operation is much worse than cardiothoracic, general surgery and intervention.

Although he has performed intracranial surgery on M4 blood vessels, in a sense, Zheng Ren is definitely not a problem even if he goes to neurosurgery to take a group, but he is not interested in it.

Looking at Xiaoshi's medical record, Zheng Ren enters the system space and clicks to buy surgical training.

The system operating room sprang up and began to have surgical training on small stones. He had done it once or twice before, but the operation was too difficult. He didn't try again after failure.

And it's dark ahead. You can't operate for surgery. If there is not enough income to let Xiaoshi bear the pain of surgery, Zheng Ren doesn't think it's necessary.

But after chatting with little stone, the child was full of an optimistic and fearless spirit, and wanted to continue to live.

Even if there is a 1% chance that little stone can live for a longer time, these crimes are not in vain. Zheng Renxiang wants to try.

Surgical training failed again, but Zheng Ren still found a good trend.

With the bonus of the title of [scholar], the peak surgical skills have been pushed up a big step.

Even if it fails, the operation looks better than before, and even shows some hope.

The point of failure was the resection of the fourth cervical vertebra.

Zheng Ren doesn't know whether cervical surgery belongs to neurosurgery or orthopedics in the system. He knows that if he wants to successfully complete the operation of the fourth cervical vertebra, he must rise to the peak level.

Now I only have a peak level skill book on hand.

This book is given by the promise task and belongs to the final reward of large-scale continuous tasks. It is impossible for big pig hoof to give similar skill books in a short time.

After thinking about it, Zheng Ren has no good way.

In fact, he guessed that no matter neurosurgery or orthopedics, as long as they reach the peak level, they will have no problem taking down this operation.

But it's safer to think about it carefully.

"Boss, little stone, are you only preparing for the next airway stent or major surgery?" Seeing Zheng Ren raising his head, Su Yun asked.

"I'll think about it again." Zheng Rendao.

"Several societies invited you to give a speech and I pushed them." Su Yun said with a smile.

Zheng Ren nodded. The letters in the mailbox were sent by unfamiliar people. In recent days, some people came to find themselves through the hospital and director Kong, but they all refused on the pretext of illness.

It seems that it's no big deal to get sick after winning the prize. At least there are legitimate reasons to refuse to hold all kinds of boring meetings. Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Maybe it's a blessing in disguise.

Thinking about the operation plan of small stone, Zheng Ren made repeated design and deduction.

"Su Yun, did you print the 3D model of small stone?"

"What you want is with blood circulation. The simulated blood will arrive later today. I contacted the technicians and estimated that I could have surgery training tomorrow." Su Yun looks at Zheng Ren and knows that he still wants to have a major operation.

It's just the success rate of surgery... It's really hard to say.

But Su Yun didn't stop this time. The Nobel Prize has been won, and after seeing Xiaoshi and his mother Wen xiaonuan, Su Yun also felt that there was little possibility of a problem.

Even if the operation fails and the small stone dies on the operating table, it will only die a week or two early, at most a month or two, which will save the suffering.

For 3D printed mannequins, the trainees are trained without blood flow. The price of real blood flow is extremely expensive, and only Zheng Ren can enjoy this treatment in the medical group.

And this has to be thrown after being used once, so there is no possibility of reuse.

I sat in Cui Lao's consulting room in the emergency department until the time of getting off work, and then I went home for dinner. Zheng Ren put all his thoughts aside and enjoyed the fun of family life.

It is said that home is a warm harbor. Zheng Ren realizes this more and more. Especially when I'm sick, holding Yi's hand makes me feel less empty and uncomfortable.

Life is a habit, bit by bit, accumulated over time, until the end of time.

The next day, the days repeated like copy and paste, with nothing new.

Although we have won the Nobel Prize, we still have to do tips surgery. The Nobel Prize is not the end but the starting point for tips surgery.

Looking at Lin Yuan growing up and Gao Shaojie breaking through the bottleneck in the past, Zheng Ren was somewhat relieved.

After the operation, Su Yun went to supervise the production of the 3D model. Xie and Chang Yue made an appointment for skin care at noon. Zheng Ren had to go to the canteen alone.

Eating is really a troublesome thing for Zheng Ren. He can't enjoy any fun at all. But if you don't want hypoglycemia, you still have to eat rice.

Walking slowly past the patient restaurant, Zheng Ren saw little stone sitting in a chair and trying to eat.

He obviously has no appetite. Every mouthful of rice is like a medicine with a bitter taste. It's hard to eat, but he must eat it.

Zheng Ren understood this feeling too much. He sympathized with Xiaoshi and himself.

In his heart, he didn't go to the doctor's restaurant for dinner, but went there to have a bite of rice and sat opposite the small stone.

"Brother." Small stone saw Zheng Ren sit down and tried to show a smile.

Zheng Ren nodded and didn't speak.

Little stone looked at the food in front of him. He was sad, but he still ate it one mouthful at a time. In fact, the cooking in the canteen of 912 can not be said to be poor, and the level is above medium. Taste... That's it. You can eat it.

There was no communication between them. They were silent and tried to swallow the food in front of them.

Zheng Ren didn't ask why Wen xiaonuan didn't come, and Xiaoshi didn't ask about the operation for a few days. So silent, the two were struggling with the food on the plate.

With the efforts of the two people, the food decreased bit by bit.

The tumor on the neck of the small stone made it difficult for him to lower his head, especially when swallowing, he had to work hard. The tumor not only oppressed the airway, but also affected the esophagus.

You have to work hard to eat. Such a life is really hard.

Zheng Ren was eating attentively. He didn't seem to pay attention to the firm and persistent expression of small stone and the strong will to accumulate some energy for his body.

"Full!" Little stone put down his chopsticks first and said with relief.

"I'm full, too." Zheng Ren pulled the last grain of rice in the plate into his mouth and took the plate to put it back into the staff restaurant.

When passing by the small stone, he touched the top of the small stone without a few hairs.

It's like touching a hard stone, just a little warm.