The Surgeon's Studio

Zhao Wenhua's heart turned cold.

How could he have such a thought?

His wife had just been diagnosed with lung cancer, but he was worried that he did not know the password to the passbook ...

Zhao Wenhua let out a long sigh and suppressed the anxiety in his heart. He asked,""When was the last time you ate and drank?"

"Four hours ago," Zhao Wenhua's cousin said.

"Go back immediately and tell Xiaojuan not to eat or drink." "Do a diagnosis in the afternoon," Zhao Wenhua said.

"What's a diagnostic treatment?" Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin asked.

"Don't f * cking care about it. Hurry up and go back. Don't drink a mouthful of water now. If you do, you'll have to wait until tomorrow." In the end, Zhao Wenhua directly cursed and said impatiently.

"Alright," His cousin could tell the difference between the two. Seeing that Zhao Wenhua was upset, he immediately ran back.

What did I say?! Zhao Wenhua sighed.

Why did he have to do a diagnostic treatment in the afternoon? Could it be that I've been bewitched by boss Zheng?

He knew that it was probably his distant cousin's words that had triggered him.

But was boss Zheng trustworthy? Bullshit! If he could be trusted, even a sow would climb a tree.

Although he looked simple and honest, he was actually full of evil tricks. Especially that assistant of his, he was the worst!

Zhao Wenhua cursed in his heart as he read the English case report.

This was a report published in the lancets. In the end, the patient went to the cardiothoracic Department to remove the local deformed lung tissue.

Zhao Wenhua seemed to have understood something after reading the last part.

So this was the conspiracy! He had been wrong.

There was nothing wrong with the diagnosis. If the diagnosis couldn't convince the patient, he wouldn't have been fooled. The problem was that boss Zheng said that interventional surgery could be done, but the cases in the lancets Journal were treated by surgery.

How vicious!

Vile person!

He was a complete villain!

Zhao Wenhua thought angrily.

They would come up with a fake surgical method and then deceive themselves into performing the surgery. If he was curious, he would definitely be on the right track.

In the end, the operation failed ...

Even though they were his relatives and there wouldn't be any problems with medical disputes. However, lung isolation, which required surgery, actually required intervention treatment. It would be a joke if people heard about it.

His academic status and reputation in the pugilistic world were slowly worn away just like that.

Zhao Wenhua felt cold at the thought of this.

This thought was simply too deep, unfathomable, and sinister to the extreme.

Most importantly, Yingluo had just finished watching the movie, and boss Zheng and the others had already come up with such a vicious method to deal with her.

'Luckily, I'm smart enough to discover the enemy's plot in time,' Zhao Wenhua thought.

But what should he do? Zhao Wenhua hesitated.

Just quietly pass by like this? Pretend not to know? That was the first thought that came to Zhao Wenhua's mind.

He was tired and was prepared to face the sea. As a person who was in full bloom in spring, he definitely did not want to fight with Zheng ... No, Su Yun, this kind of sinister and cunning opponent.

However, Zhao Wenhua could not take this lying down.

Snatching a bed from him, if this was not allowed, could it be that he was going to chase him away?

He had no choice but to retaliate. Otherwise, he would become a soft persimmon, and anyone would want to come up and pinch him.

Zhao Wenhua took a deep breath and felt his heart beating faster.

Was he going to fight boss Zheng one - on - one?

He was going to take on a group of them?

Zhao Wenhua almost cried when he thought of this.

He was the leading professor of 912, how could he be alone?

A few days ago, Zhao Wenhua had heard that boss Zheng had brought the entire medical team to the Affiliated Hospital of the imperial capital Medical University to save the patient.

It was said that it was very ugly. After the incident, when Associate Hospital director Liu invited Associate Hospital director Yuan for a meal, he patted Associate Hospital director Yuan's shoulder and said,"you have a good doctor."

This sentence had already been widely spread in 912.

Zhao Wenhua was a little jealous, but more than that, he was afraid.

The Affiliated Hospital of the imperial capital Medical University was a hospital of the same level as 912, but the cardiothoracic Department had been slapped in the face ...

He let out a deep sigh.

Should we just forget it?

Zhao Wenhua made a few phone calls to consult his classmates in Shanghai and Chengdu.

There was only one person who had encountered lung isolation. It was said that the thoracic Department had cut the lobular part of the lung and did not see a tumor. The diagnosis was on the stage at the end.

Rare disease, surgical resection.

In the end, Zhao Wenhua was so unconfident that he even went to a certain Encyclopedia and saw only one line under the treatment column: "good prognosis after resection."

Only then did he feel at ease.

How should he counterattack? Being forced by others but not being able to fight back, this was simply making things difficult for oneself.

He could not take the patient's safety as a joke, regardless of whether the patient was his relative or not. Zhao Wenhua was reminded of his distant cousin's face.

What kind of people were they?

'Should I push this matter to boss Zheng and let him do the angiography?'

Zhao Wenhua didn't realize that even though he hated Zheng Ren, he was still thinking of boss Zheng and not the little doctor from a remote place that he used to think of.

In just a few months, he had handled countless major operations, and there had been no accidents. Zhao Wenhua was also very convinced.

At the very least, boss Zheng knew the severity of the situation and would not take the patient's safety as a joke.

Yes, let's do it this way!

He would let him do the angiography. After the confirmation, he would see what he would do.

Do interventional surgeries? Hehe, there was no such treatment method at all.

Not doing it? He clearly said that he could do it.

This was called giving him a taste of his own medicine!

Zhao Wenhua smiled. He was very happy.

After thinking it through, Zhao Wenhua walked back to the Department of interventional services with his hands behind his back. He didn't rush back to the office. Instead, he went to the ward and asked his cousin about the time limit for food and water. Then, he returned to the doctor's office.

"Boss Zheng, I've asked." The smile on Zhao Wenhua's face was very gentle."The patient is not allowed to eat or drink. One in the afternoon should be enough."

"Are you planning to do it in the afternoon?" Zheng Ren laughed. That's great. "

Seeing that Zhao Wenhua had nodded, Zheng Ren could not wait to say,""Su Yun, tell Qin Tang to cancel the meeting this afternoon."

"Alright!" Su Yun did not hesitate and picked up the phone.

Zhao Wenhua felt that the moment Zheng Ren's medical team found out that pulmonary isolation would require an angiography in the afternoon, it was as if they were a war chariot that had been activated.

Qin Tang, a member of the Qin clan of Xiangjiang city. Zhao Wenhua's eyes were a little red. How could a Big Boss like him cancel an appointment just like that?

If it were him, he definitely wouldn't have done that.

He steadied his mind and revealed a humble smile on his face. He bent down and said in a low voice,""Boss Zheng, I need your help with something."

"What?" Zheng Ren was stunned.

"I've never encountered lung isolation before. Do you think you can perform the surgery?" Zhao Wenhua asked.

He did not mind lowering his head before the surgery.

However, to his surprise, he felt the atmosphere around him change after he said that.