"It was invited by Mr. Zou Jiahua from Zou Real Estate." The doctor said calmly, with clear subtext, and Dr. Huo shook his head disdainfully.

"The 912 hospital is not famous for its neurology. If you look for it in the mainland, it should be hospitals such as Union and Temple of Heaven." Another person was puzzled.

"A while ago, Mr. Zou's poison was diagnosed with cardiac ion channel disease by this doctor and had surgery. The results were very good after surgery, without any..."

"That's just a coincidence." Dr. Huo packed up his own things and said casually: "There is no evidence from modern science to diagnose a certain disease at will.

I believe you have seen a lot of this kind of blind treatment based on symptoms and diagnostic treatment of surgery."

"912? Is Dr. Zheng nominated for the Nobel Prize this year? How did he diagnose it?" Dr. Wang suddenly asked.

"He said he didn't have time and asked Mr. Qin to fly to the imperial capital for further examination." The doctor who said this could not believe it. Is this Dr. Zheng so arrogant?

The doctors here are from all over the world and are all professionals. However, Dr. Zheng actually asked Mr. Qin to fly to the imperial capital.

"What was diagnosed?" Dr. Huo asked.

"He said in the email that it was initially believed to be acute narcolepsy."

Dr. Wang's eyes lit up.

"Impossible!" After packing up all his information, Dr. Huo turned around and left firmly. "Gu Poison, the witch doctor, even wearing the cloak of modern science, cannot change this fact. If Mr. Qin Lu chooses to find a witch doctor to see a doctor, I have nothing to say."

After saying that, he left the conference room on the top floor of Heyang.

There is no curiosity about the diagnosis in the email.

It doesn't look like a hospital, but like a top seven-star hotel.

There are not many people, which is completely opposite to the situation where 912 people are crowded.

Dr. Wang thought something, but he did not rush to leave, but stopped the doctor who said the content of the email at the end.

He vaguely remembers that the doctor is an expert at Heyang Hospital and is a doctor who graduated from the Montreal Medical Center in Canada more than 20 years ago.

In fact, I am of the same family as myself.

"Can you tell me how Dr. Zheng diagnosed it?" Dr. Wang asked with a smile.

"There is no exact diagnostic process, only a preliminary diagnosis."

"Have he said something else?" Dr. Wang met a doctor who was diagnosed the same as his first time, so he was particularly interested.

But the answer is no.

In the end, he had to ask for Zheng Ren's email address and left in disappointment.

...

...

It was already five-thirty at night when Zheng Ren and Shi Huairu left.

If Dr. Mehal's energy hadn't been able to support it, Zheng Ren felt that the two doctors would have to conduct research all night long.

The hospital assigned another ward to Dr. Olson's team and placed some urgently used instruments. The signals transmitted by the instruments returned to large laboratories in the United States, and the calculations and corresponding later work will be carried out.

It was agreed that Dr. Mehal would be given three days later for interventional embolization of the prostate, and the guide wire used was still a specially made guide wire that could transmit blood flow signals.

Zheng Ren did not ask Shi Huairu where he was going or what he was going to do.

Seeing him leaving without numbing his toes, like a ghost, Zheng Ren highly suspected that this guy would not report any work but would look for him to lie down and lie down until he was old all the time.

I've seen lazy people, but I've never seen such lazy people.

But because it is a special task, we cannot ask more questions. When we were in Haicheng, Director Pan taught him this class.

After leaving the special ward, Linge breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boss Zheng, I feel tired when I see you studying this day. Are you in good health?" Linge asked with a smile.

"It's okay." Zheng Ren said: "Thank you for your hard work, Director Lin."

"What is the director? Is he a deputy director or a person who has no real power? But it is a good thing to not have real power now. I am so good at playing soybeans. At my age, I don't want to do anything. I'm not under much pressure, it's pretty good." Linge said.

"If Dr. Mehal agrees to return to normal after surgery, he will give two lectures. What academic conference should the institute hold?" Zheng Ren was a little confused.

"Well, it should be." Linger said: "Academics, if it should be held, it is to improve its academic status."

Faced with the influx of patients, the weakness of the research can be imagined. But this is also something that can be done, Zheng Ren understands.

"Boss Zheng, have a meal together?" Linge asked.

"No, I'm a little tired. I'm going home. See you tomorrow." Zheng Ren directly rejected Linge's invitation.

Just now, I said I was not tired, this kid... Lin Ge looked at Zheng Ren's figure turning and leaving helplessly.

There is no resentment, but I just envy this kind of young man.

In a hospital, the technical level is high, and it is useless to say anything else.

The phone rang, and Lin Ge took a look and it turned out to be Ye Qingqiu.

This point didn't make him calm, and he was a little helpless.

"It's over for Boss Zheng." Ye Qingqiu asked on the phone.

"Just ended."

"There is a consultation in the whole hospital in the Department of Cardiac and Thoracic Surgery, so you can preside over it."

"good."

After saying that, Linger hung up the phone. He took a look at the time and was 17:35. This point would definitely be a big deal if the whole hospital consulted.

"Director Lin, is there any consultation in the whole hospital?" Zheng Ren, who was about to leave, suddenly appeared beside Lin Ge and asked with a smile.

“…”

Linge felt sorry for his heart, but there was no trace of his expression on his face. He said, "Boss Zheng is interested? Let's take a look together."

"Yeah." Zheng Ren happily accepted the invitation. His whole state was completely different from the one hesitantly rejected when Lin Ge wanted to have dinner together.

This kind of surgical dog! Linger sighed in her heart.

The two walked all the way to the inpatient department. Zheng Ren looked at the task just issued on the system panel and thought to himself.

Emergency mission: A bloody incident caused by a steamed bun.

Task content: A patient with a sharp esophageal device injury and aortic hematoma was successfully rescued

Mission time: 24 hours.

Mission reward: Experience value of 100,000 points, reputation +1.

The mission reward is average, without any highlights, nor does it have the lucky value that Zheng Ren longs for.

Esophageal sharp device injury generally refers to the diagnosis only if a patient commits suicide by swallowing the sharp device, such as a blade.

However, this kind of suicide method is rare, it is difficult to die and extremely painful. It is difficult for ordinary people to put the blade in their mouths and swallow it in one bite.

Zheng Ren is more interested in this task.

Moreover, the cardiothoracic surgery department actually seeks consultations across the hospital during this period, which is definitely a particularly difficult patient.

While walking, Zheng Ren called Su Yun and asked him to come together.
Chapter completed!