The Surgeon's Studio

After Yiren finished packing up the surgical equipment, they left.

Zheng Ren once again refused to stay. He rushed to the high-speed rail, went to the airport, and flew back to the capital.

Dr. Mehal's postoperative recovery was quite good, and his heart was full of strength. Under the guidance of the doctor, professor Rudolf Wagner had made a long list of people to visit.

Because of Christian's words, Zheng Ren was not worried that he would leave a bad impression if he did not visit the judges.

It would be fine if he just performed his own surgery at home. He could accumulate experience bit by bit and train batch after batch of doctors. It was quite interesting to watch the progress of the fourth stage of world fame every day.

What Zheng Ren looked forward to the most was still going downstairs for a walk with Yiren and Blackie after dinner every night.

After a few days, Dr. Mehal gradually recovered. He re-examined his coronary angiography. After confirming that all the conditions were cleared, he flew back to Europe with the rich man.

Whether it was for professor Rudolph Wagner or for Dr. Mehal, the Nobel Prize was extremely important. Although Zheng Ren had said that Christian would take care of some things, the two of them were still worried and went back as fast as possible.

Zheng Ren's days were very peaceful. He only performed surgeries and looked at patients every day.

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Chief maochi of the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery also led a very peaceful life. This was the normal state of life. He was in a hurry every day. A few days was fine, but he couldn't take any more.

After all, he was old. Now, Mao Chi didn't even drink when he was socializing and eating. He paid more attention to his health.

It was more important to live for a few more years.

For the first 30 years after stepping into society, one's life was in exchange for money, and for the last 30 years, one's life was in exchange for money. Of course, it would be best if he could have the next 30 years.

Maochi had been working hard for this purpose.

It wasn't just him, his wife had also reached the age of retirement and was very concerned about health. Taking care of his body was a huge matter.

The couple had quarreled a lot because of all kinds of health products. Every time Mao Chi said this and that in a professional manner, it would lead to a quarrel.

However, what Mao Chi said was logical and reasonable. His wife couldn't win against him under normal circumstances.

In the most recent physical examination, maochi was diagnosed with osteoporosis.

This time, his wife took the physical examination sheet and began to look for various ways to supplement calcium. She also asked him to go out and get some sun. Mao Chi didn't think much of it. He preferred to stay at home every weekend to watch basketball or something.

Mao Chi could bear with the sun.

The human body's intake of vitamin D was mainly through sunlight and food.

Food rich in vitamin D included fish, eggs, and animal livers. Maochi's lover had heard from someone that fish, especially deep-sea fish, contained a lot of calcium, even more in fish bones.

As a result, Mao Chi had been eating deep sea fish for a whole month, which caused him to have some allergic symptoms after smelling the smell.

Not only that, but his wife also dried the bones of deep-sea fish, crushed them, and gave them to the fur to eat every day.

It was said that doing so would help him get more calcium.

This time, no matter how hard Mao Chi tried to reason with his wife, it would not work. The medical report was thrown in front of him, and it was more important than a thousand words.

He had no choice but to eat it.

He repeatedly told his lover that he had to make it as fragmented as possible. Otherwise, if this thing got stuck in the esophagus, there was a very small chance that it would die.

After all, he was a doctor in the Department of Vascular Surgery. He had seen so many patients who had their aorta pierced with fish bones that he could not even count.

If he had fallen to that point, Mao Chi believed that the doctor in his heart would not only not shed tears or be anxious, but would also have a sinister smile on his face and tell him,"director Mao, you have such a day too."

In short, he just had to be careful.

Mao Chi felt that it was ridiculous to eat crushed fish bones for two meals a day. He didn't expect to be reduced to this state before he was old enough to walk.

After all, he was the director of 912. If people knew that he ate fish bones every day to supplement calcium, he would be a laughing stock.

He ate, but he didn't know if it was a psychological effect or something else, but Mao Chi felt that his waist and legs were tougher, and he walked with vigor.

No wonder so many people were squatting in the community every day, brainwashing the middle-aged and elderly, and selling all kinds of health products. At first, Mao Chi did not believe in this kind of money-scamming method, but now it seemed to make some sense.

After today's surgery, Mao Chi turned around and got off the stage. He sat on a small round stool in the operating theater and watched the beautiful operating theater nurse drive the car.

It was a pity that the girls now were different from before.

Earlier, when there were dirty jokes in the operating theater, the happiest thing was not the dirty jokes themselves, but the shy look of the young girl who was red in the face.

Nowadays, whenever a girl told a dirty joke, the other side would understand immediately and throw more jokes at her.

Although the interaction was much better, there was less of the feeling from before.

Mao Chi sat on the small round stool and straightened his back. After the surgery, they had to go out in the afternoon to get some sun.

It was said that ultraviolet rays could supplement calcium, and after so many years of popular science, almost everyone knew about it. However, only ultraviolet rays with a wavelength of 290- 315 nm had this effect. It was enough to be exposed to the sun for 20-30 minutes from 10 am to 3 pm every day.

His osteoporosis should have been relieved. Mao Chi looked at his subordinate Doctor Who was racing with the nurses on the operating table, but he was thinking about calcium supplements.

He's really old, Mao Chi thought.

He straightened his back, and suddenly a sharp pain in his chest made his hair stand on end.

Heart block! The diagnosis appeared in his mind.

Mao Chi immediately stopped his movements and carefully captured the feeling just now.

Maochi defined his own pain as a sudden and lasting crushing pain from the back of the sternum or the anterior heart.

"Little Zhou," Mao Chi tried to calm himself down and said slowly after taking a deep breath.

This was the operating theater, operating theater 912. Even if he really fainted, he would be rescued and there would be no problems at all.

Mao Chi was sure of this.

He was just lying on the ground while his subordinate doctor gave him chest compressions. His sternum was fractured, and it was F * cking accompanied by heart contusions ...

Thinking of this, maochi felt the pain behind his sternum getting worse.

Doctor Zhou was chatting happily and did not hear what instructor Mao said. He said something to the scrub nurse while he sutured the skin.

"The director is calling for you." The circulating nurse reminded him.

"Ah?" He turned around and saw Mao Chi sitting on a small stool. He immediately said,""Director, the last needle will be done soon."

He thought that instructor Mao was complaining that he was too slow and was starting to rush him.

"Electrocardiogram, give me an electrocardiography immediately." Mao Chi said calmly.

'What the ...' Doctor Zhou was stunned for a moment. 'Is this a joke?' The anesthetist, his assistant, circulating nurse, and scrub nurse in the operating theater were also stunned.

The people on the operating table instantly sped up. The anesthetist's assistant ran out like a wild dog to take out the heart motor and nitroglycerin.