After the puncture is completed, the membrane stent is inserted, followed by the recyclable stent.

Everything went smoothly, and Director Kong was stunned.

Is this a TIPS surgery?

No.

Director Kong leaned forward, his eyebrows flirted together, and he was thinking.

As the recyclable bracket was finished, Director Kong was a little confused. At this time, his phone vibrated and a strange music came out.

Director Kong raised his eyes and looked at Professor Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolph Wagner who were undergoing surgery inside with complicated eyes through the leaded glass, and turned around and left the operating room.

The ringtone of this mobile phone is set by Su Yun. Director Kong contacted Su Yun through Zhao Yunlong and other hospitalized directors, and obtained various information about Zheng Ren at any time.

I thought it was a chess move, but I didn't expect it to play a huge role.

Director Kong came to the corridor, answered the phone, lowered his voice and said, "What's the matter?"

"Director Kong, are you doing surgery?" Su Yun's lazy voice came over, accompanied by a huge anger.

"yes."

"Can you understand?"

Director Kong seemed to see Su Yun's handsome face with a smile that was owed to his eyes.

But... I really can't understand.

"I can't understand." Director Kong said, shook his head helplessly.

"Hehe." Su Yun smiled.

"You just want to ask me if I can understand?" Director Kong was a little angry and said, "If this is the case, you can hang up the phone."

"Director Kong, how could I laugh at you?" Su Yun said quickly, "I'll tell you if you have something big."

"Say!" Director Kong's voice was low, but it became more and more majestic.

"The New England Journal of Medicine, the latest issue, has been published on TIPS surgery." Su Yun said.

"..." Director Kong didn't say anything.

Medical journals like New England have a very high SCI score, and the judges are all above the top. Even if ordinary documents pass the review, they have to queue up for publication.

However, there was an article about TIPS surgery that was published directly, which made Director Kong feel strange.

"Hey, Director Kong, I tell you, the boss doesn't know yet. Although he may not care, I am the first to notify you." Su Yun was unhappy and complained on the other side of the phone.

"Xiao Su, thank you." Director Kong's words became much gentler, "That, the first author, is..."

"It must be the boss. I did this with one hand. I can get the second author of Fuguier. It is because he wants to apply for the Nobel Prize in Medicine for this paper."

"Okay, I understand." Some thoughts in Director Kong's mind gradually became clear.

He spoke firmly and did not talk much with Su Yun, so he hung up the phone directly.

Director Kong pondered for a moment, picked up the phone and dialed it out.

"Director Yan, I am Kong Liancheng."

"I saw Dr. Zheng's TIPS surgery with my own eyes. It is definitely subversive and world-leading."

"Well, and there's something about the Nobel Prize being pushed. The article is said to have been published in the latest issue of The New England Journal of Medicine."

"Report to the leader, I'm sure! I saw Dr. Zheng's TIPS surgery with my own eyes!" Suddenly, Director Kong subconsciously put his legs together, as if he was a marching salute, and replied seriously.

"My suggestion is to establish a research center for TIPS surgery to bring Dr. Zheng to our home to specialize in TIPS surgery. The Nobel Prize requires the amount of surgery. The award is one aspect, and according to my preliminary observations, the new surgical methods can still benefit patients."

"good!

At all costs!!

Complete the task resolutely!!!”

After saying that, Director Kong hung up the phone.

His brows were frowning tightly, as if he was facing a very difficult battle, thinking about how to arrange troops.

The first patient with TIPS surgery was sent out quickly, Wang Qiang went to see the patient, and Gao Shaojie exchanged surgical experience with Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren glanced at me and didn't see Director Kong. He was afraid that the old comrade would get tired of heart attacks last night, so he asked Feng Xuhui to look for her.

Feng Xuhui walked out of the operation room and saw Director Kong standing on the other side of the corridor, frowning and meditating.

"Director Kong, you are here, Mr. Zheng asked me to find you." Feng Xuhui smiled and greeted him.

"You are Manager Feng from Changfeng Micro-Invasive, right?" Director Kong ignored Feng Xuhui's words and asked directly.

"I am." Feng Xuhui was stunned for a moment. Director Kong is...why does he look so serious?

"Call the boss of your company and Haicheng will come to see me at 8 o'clock tonight."

"..." Feng Xuhui was confused and had no idea what had happened.

Even Director Kong is the department director of a top-notch Grade A hospital in the country, he does not seem to have such a status and qualifications. Just call the boss of a domestic consumables company.

Director Kong looked at Feng Xuhui's expression, patted his shoulder, and said, "It's not just you, but other companies. It's just for Boss Zheng's sake, giving your company a chance. It doesn't matter if you don't come, you can see it yourself."

After saying that, Director Kong returned to the operating room with a smooth sailing lion.

Feng Xuhui was confused. What does this mean?

He thought for a long time, but still couldn't understand what Director Kong said meant.

Since Director Kong came, Feng Xuhui felt that his sky had collapsed.

Although there are immortals to guide him, I just refused to transfer myself to overseas, so Mr. Zheng was going to the imperial capital...

Today, Feng Xuhui also cheered up and followed him to the Second Hospital of the Municipal People's Court. Until now, his heart is still full of ups and downs.

But after thinking about it, Feng Xuhui still did not make any decisions, but called Mr. Ma.

Ma Quan is having a meeting and the company is facing a life-and-death decision.

Baisheng International is facing bankruptcy liquidation, and the company is holding a meeting to discuss how to get a share of the pie.

Everyone present had their mobile phones silent, and only Ma Quan's mobile phone was placed in front of him.

While watching the company's financial boss and sales director debate fiercely, Ma Quan noticed that the screen of the mobile phone in front of him was lit up.

His cell phone was also silent. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was Feng Xuhui who called, so he hung up the phone directly.

But not long after, the phone lit up again.

MD, this little salesman is so brave! Ma Quan looked at the phone screen coldly, and his ears were a quarrel between two capable players, and he felt a little annoyed.

It is obviously a good thing, but the company has limited capabilities and can only tear off a piece of meat, but cannot get a big share of the pie, which undoubtedly makes Ma Quan a little unhappy.

But at this moment, Feng Xuhui called over and over again without knowing his life.

Little thing, looking for death!

Ma Quan hung up the phone again.

But in less than ten seconds, the phone screen lit up again!

Ma Quanli was angry and slowly answered the phone.
Chapter completed!