The Surgeon's Studio

After the surgery, Su Yun sat lazily on the podium in the demonstration room and explained the questions of dozens of experts and professors in Chinese.

Zhou chunyong felt dizzy. Even though he did not see it, he could clearly feel the change in the technique. There must have been a problem. Department Director Zhou looked tough, but he had to wear lead clothes that weighed dozens of pounds during an interventional surgery.

Plus, the boss didn't have the habit of eating ...

Thinking of this, Su Yun smiled.

Zhou chunyong was so tired that he had low blood sugar. Who knew how many more people would have low blood sugar in the future?

There were countless questions, but Su Yun was calm and answered them one by one.

Every time, he would get to the main point, causing the questioner to fall into deep thought.

In less than half an hour, everyone was silent. Some of them had expressions of enlightenment on their faces, while others were deep in thought.

Su Yun's phone rang. He glanced at it and answered the call.

"Feng, what's wrong?"

"Oh, the boss is bringing Blackie along? alright. I forgot about that. Have you made the arrangements?"

"Alright, then it's decided."

Su Yun did not deliberately control her volume. She did not even turn off the microphone in front of her. She just talked on the phone.

This was the privilege of being a technical leader, and Su Yun enjoyed this feeling.

Below the stage, the ten or so directors who had close ties with Zhou chunyong all had thoughtful looks on their faces. It was obvious that boss Zheng was going for freelance surgery.

The translator behind the 20 - odd foreign experts also translated what Su Yun had just said on the phone.

12.35 seconds later, an expert from Switzerland stood up and asked,""Doctor Zheng, are you going to perform surgery elsewhere?"

"Yeah, I'm flying tomorrow." Su Yun replied lazily.

Many experts and professors, who had watched twenty operations, were still not satisfied. As soon as they heard that there were more operations, they immediately began to ask where to do them.

These people all understood surgery. Even though their technical levels varied, the difference was not big.

There were two department directors in the country who were not as good, so they did not really understand what was going on. If no one was fighting for it, they would have just fooled them.

It was fine as long as he could invite director Zhou to be a freelance surgeon. There was no need for him to learn it.

But the scene in front of them far exceeded their expectations. He wanted to leave, but he hesitated when he saw that the foreign experts and his domestic peers wanted to follow him.

If he didn't go, it would seem like he had missed out on a hundred million.

The thought of wanting to study and being afraid of missing out on a hundred million Yuan was sown, brewed, fermented, and then burst out.

Su Yun did not have time to deal with these people. They were just NPCs who opened the map. After the surgery was completed and the questions were explained, the fees collected were explained, and the rest was none of his business.

It did not matter whether they did the TIPS surgery or not. The second batch of students had already sent Zheng Ren emails like crazy. In the future, they would not have to worry about the third to fifth batches.

He put his phone away and wrote down the address for the knife - throwing operation on the blackboard. He didn't explain much and directly walked out of the lecture hall.

The moment he left, the demonstration room began to boil.

The simultaneous interpreters booked plane tickets for the foreign experts.

There were only 12 hours left, and there were very few flights to that area. There were no seats left.

After an argument Switzerland the professor picked up his phone and called the Embassy in the capital for help.

His actions alerted the others.

More than 20 foreign experts and professors were from nine countries.

At this moment, the imperial capital began to tremble slightly.

The ambassadors to China of the nine embassies received a call for help from the medical experts in China almost at the same time. After they wrote down the matter, they called the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

The radio waves were transmitted in the sky of the imperial capital. The surgery demonstration had already become a diplomatic event, but Zheng Ren had no idea how lively it was.

After he got off the stage, he comforted Zhou chunyong and agreed to meet him in his office. Then, he followed Zhu liangchen to see the patient with gastrointestinal embolism.

"Boss Zheng, we really detected the gasteropia polyphylla you mentioned." Zhu liangchen explained the patient's condition as he walked.

"Yes." Zheng Ren responded.

In his opinion, it should be detected. If it couldn't be detected, it would be a big deal!

"It's true that I didn't pay attention. I'm still not paying attention to my clinical work. " Zhu liangchen started to reflect on his actions."The blood in the patient's stool has disappeared. We are currently following your medical advice and carrying out the relevant treatment."

"Then let's continue." "One week after the surgery, check on an abdominal CT scan and send me the scan," Zheng Ren said.

Zheng Ren was like a director, and Zhu liangchen was like a junior doctor in charge of the bed. One gave medical advice, and the other constantly responded.

"Boss Zheng, how should we perform the surgery for this kind of patient?" Zhu liangchen asked.

"I haven't thought about it carefully." Zheng Ren told the truth,"I've been too busy on my side recently. Dr. Mehal's heart surgery is done, and in two days, he still has to perform interventional embolism surgery for the prostate. I don't have time to accompany you, I'll be flying to Inner Mongolia tomorrow. "

Although Zhu liangchen was a little unhappy, he did not dare to say it out loud.

He smiled and led the way. His waist was slightly bent, and he was extremely attentive. He no longer looked like the old Zhu Laowu.

The two of them first looked at the patient's recent laboratory tests. Zheng Ren had an idea in his heart before he went for a physical examination.

After the physical examination and the system's diagnosis confirmed each other, the patient's risk of bleeding had indeed temporarily disappeared.

"Director Zhu, the patient's condition is more stable now, but the medicine will still need to be used for a while." Zheng Ren said in the ward.

The young patient's mother looked at Zhu liangchen, who had graying hair on his temples, in surprise. He was bending his waist slightly, but the young doctor beside him had a serious aura, as if he was a director giving instructions.

She felt that it was strange, but she did not say anything.

"Boss Zheng, I'll remember that." Zhu liangchen was holding a book in his hand and using an atomic pen, he wrote down what Zheng Ren said.

It was as if he had returned to twenty or thirty years ago, when he was still a junior doctor, and he followed the Department Director to do ward rounds.

Zheng Ren explained a few more things to take note of and left with Zhu liangchen.

The patient's mother was stunned. Boss Zheng? This name sounded very familiar.

She thought hard, but in the end, she couldn't figure out where she had heard of this boss Zheng.

"Mom, I don't want to eat dinner tonight." The girl said in a sweet voice.

"No, director Zhu said to have less porridge. Otherwise, your stomach will become smaller and smaller the more you're hungry, and it'll eventually shrink. " The woman said.

"Director? look at him. He can't even straighten his back when he's talking to that young doctor. If I had known this would happen, I would have done it at aunt Lin 's."

Lin Jiaojiao. The woman suddenly remembered what Lin Jiaojiao had said.

Wasn't boss Zheng the person Lin Jiaojiao was looking for? After going around in a big circle, they finally returned to the starting point.

No, the situation was much worse than it had been. The postoperative reaction was severe, just as Lin Jiaojiao had described. In fact, it was even more severe than what she had described.

If she had known ... She wouldn't have come here, the woman thought to herself, feeling a little remorseful.