Soon, the operation was over.

More than a dozen small thrombosis was successfully removed and the patient had an imaging again. There were no remaining thrombosis in the superior mesenteric vein, and the blood flowed smoothly, and the operation was over.

The whole operation was clean and neat, as if this kind of operation should be so simple.

Only the doctors who watched the surgery recording in the 912 Vascular Department classroom understand the difficulty. And the higher the level, the greater the difficulty you can experience.

Mao Chi looked quietly. Even though the operation recording had ended, he was still watching the final image, speechless for a long time.

...

...

Zheng Ren did not go to see the patient off, so Mr. Wang took the nurse and sent the patient all the way to IU. The patient's family asked, but Mr. Wang didn't know how to answer.

The patient's vital signs were stable and seemed to be good. Mr. Wang wanted to call Zheng Ren and ask him to explain the operation to the patient's family.

Boss Zheng? Forget it, let’s ask Su Tianci that guy. Director Mao probably finished watching the surgery recording and can always call now.

After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Wang did not choose to call, but left a message to Mr. Su on WeChat, asking him how the surgery was.

In just a moment, the phone was called back.

The sound echoed a little, probably in the corridor.

"Mr. Wang, have Boss Zheng undergone other operations in Haicheng?" asked Mr. Su.

"Well... it seems like I'm going to have an interventional embolization surgery for liver cancer tomorrow morning." Mr. Wang said: "Then I went to the provincial hospital. Two professors from the provincial hospital learned about Boss Zheng's return and came this morning and insisted on taking Boss Zheng with him."

"Well."

"Tianci, Boss Zheng did the surgery well." Mr. Wang asked: "Well, tell me about the surgery process, and I can explain the condition to the patient's family."

"Okay? Why are you embarrassed to say such words!" The echo on the other side of the phone was a little louder, "The surgery was done... let's say so, I feel..."

As he said that, the sound on the other side was much lowered, as if he was covering the microphone with his hands.

"Did Director Mao do the surgery well?"

"Of course it's good." Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment. Director Mao's surgery must be the first-class in the country. It's even a handful of people in the vascular surgery industry, which is not an exaggeration at all.

"I feel that Boss Zheng's surgery is one level better than the director's surgery level."

“…”

"This is the best surgery I have ever seen. Now it's so good, you've been hurt by it." Su Tianci complained: "I can't go back anymore, Director Mao is still organizing the study."

The two talked for a while, and Mr. Wang completely forgot his purpose of finding Mr. Su. It was not until he hung up the phone that he remembered that he was going to ask about the operation process.

Forget it, let’s ask Boss Zheng. The surgery was done well, and I had already kneeled when I met the young patient with P-J syndrome in 912. I just knelt twice more, so what’s wrong with me?

After leaving IU, the patient's family gathered around.

The man who gave Mr. Wang a red envelope asked with a nervous look on his face: "Mr. Wang, a doctor just said that the operation was very successful and there was no surgery, but the blood clots inside were removed."

Oh, it turns out that Boss Zheng has finished giving it to you. It’s so worry-free, Mr. Wang thought.

"He also showed us the blood clots. Mr. Wang, is that true?" asked the patient's family.

"It must be." Mr. Wang said: "The operation was very smooth. I told you that Boss Zheng's level is quite high, otherwise he would not have been directly transferred to 912."

"Your surgery was really good. I saw a blood clot, it was dark and looked like a bug." The patient's family was stubborn, as if they hadn't heard Mr. Wang say, and was nagging and praising his surgery.

Mr. Wang was also helpless. Many people were like this and didn’t listen carefully to what they were saying. What they were thinking in their minds was what they were thinking. No matter how many times they communicated, it was useless.

"You have collected this." Wang Liang took out a deposit ticket from the pocket of the isolation suit and handed it to the patient's family, "You have collected this. You said you didn't do the surgery, and you gave me a red envelope. Isn't this a joke?"

"..." The patient's family was silent and stared at him.

"Hurry up." Mr. Wang stuffed the deposit ticket into the patient's family and said, "The deposit ticket is short, but I can't be discharged from the hospital. I will go back and thank Boss Zheng. He came back from the imperial capital. He was having a meal, but he was asked for surgery. It's not easy."

"Imperial Capital?"

"Didn't you tell me? Don't look at Boss Zheng's young age. He has already served as a visiting professor in the world's number one hospital. No hospital in the imperial capital is ranked among the top ten. You can understand that."

After saying this, even Wang Liang was stunned for a moment.

Is this a myth? In history, there are not many such people, but one hand can't count anyway.

But which one is not a famous and powerful person who can change the direction of human history?

Newton and others are very far away. Qian Xuesen and Qian Lao, who became a tenured professor at MIT at the age of 35. Uh... Thinking of this, Wang Liang breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Boss Zheng is not too evil, and Mr. Qian is better than him...

When the thought came to this point, Wang Liang burst into tears.

In my heart, is Boss Zheng already at the same level as Mr. Qian? What are you thinking?

However, there is no need to say these words to the patient's family, and they will not understand them even after they say them. Wang Liang told the patient's family about the patient's condition and his prediction of the condition, so that they could rest assured, and then hurried back to the operating room to change clothes.

Boss Zheng didn't know whether he had left or not. If he didn't leave, he would ask him for surgery and diagnosis.

Wang Liang is actually more interested in diagnosis, but he also knows that Boss Zheng is good at watching movies. Even if he learns the image from scratch, he may not reach Boss Zheng’s current level in ten or eight years.

Of course, this is just his own estimate.

If he really changes his career and learns images, he will find that he still can't even see the shadow in ten or eight years.

However, Wang Liang always had an idea in his heart, catching up with Boss Zheng. No matter whether he can catch up or not, it is always good to have a goal.

But he also knew that he seemed to be getting further and further away from Boss Zheng, and his poor level was not pulled into it because of his own efforts.

Back at the emergency room, Mr. Wang saw Zheng Ren chatting with his cell phone.

"Boss Zheng, you are chatting too."

"Uh, don't you use WeChat? Instant messaging tools are very useful. Now, it is very convenient to buy things and scan the code to pay. Mr. Wang cannot be eliminated by the times." Zheng Ren said.

What the two of them said seemed to be two things. Mr. Wang was speechless and silent, not knowing what to say.
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