The operation is over.

Zheng Ren took off his lead clothes and put them in the trolley box. In fact, he put them back into the system space.

Wearing an isolation suit, we came to the operating room.

"Lao Gao, I'm going to go back." Zheng Ren said: "How many patients are there on your side?"

"6-10, I'll go back and screen again." Gao Shaojie said.

"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded, "Do you understand the second phase of surgery?"

Gao Shaojie nodded and shook his head again, "I see if I understand, but I can't do it."

"It'll be better slowly." Zheng Ren said: "In a few days, I'll teach you the second phase of the operation in the provincial capital."

Gao Shaojie is talking about the truth. Zheng Ren’s second-stage surgery is very simple. It looks like taking out a recyclable stent.

However, when the stent is in the liver, the liver parenchyma is at risk of scratches and rupture at any time.

If the first phase of TIPS surgery is used to find the puncture point by using nuclear magnetic diffusion. Then the second phase of TIPS surgery mainly tests the technique - the fine technique of the surgeon.

Zheng Ren knew that this could not be solved by one or two geniuses.

After all, he is a master-level intervention level, while Gao Shaojie has not even reached the master-level level.

If it were Professor Rudolph Wagner who did it, there would be one or two failures in ten times.

Although the consequences are not serious, they greatly affect the treatment effect of TIPS surgery.

This problem needs to be solved.

In fact, it is OK to not solve the problem. The stent is left inside, but the vein is thinner, so the recovery after the operation is not so good.

However, Zheng Ren has no good idea about this now, so he can only think about it.

After changing his clothes, he got into the car with Professor and Director Kong.

Gao Shaojie did not follow him. He wanted to return to the provincial capital overnight and pass the patients who were preparing for TIPS surgery carefully.

Today, Gao Shaojie saw Zheng Ren's rigor.

If there were problems like Cheng Lixue in his own place, Gao Shaojie felt that he had committed suicide and apologized, and he would not have the face to learn surgery with Zheng Ren.

...

...

Back at the First Hospital of the City, the emergency ward and atmosphere were completely different from yesterday.

The corridor was not noisy, and there was no such a sense of apocalypticism.

Several doctors were writing cases silently, while Su Yun was sitting in a corner, playing with his cell phone quietly.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Ren finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The night shift god's anger at Director Kong ended at 8 a.m. as expected.

After all, it was eight o'clock in the morning, the next day. The night nurse had already gotten off work, and the curse of the God of Night Shift ended here.

"I'm back." Su Yun looked up, and his black hair was floating on his forehead.

"Well, the patients are still stable." Zheng Ren said.

"If you are not here, the patients are all very stable." Su Yun took the opportunity to stab Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren shook his head. The incident last night had little to do with him. It was all Director Kong's fault.

"I'll go and have some sleep," Zheng Ren said listlessly.

"Boss, do you remember that you had more than a dozen surgical records that you didn't write?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren coldly and raised the thing that Zheng Ren didn't want to hear the least.

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.

But I still have to write it, otherwise Zheng Ren would be afraid that he would remember the surgery process of two patients after sleeping until the night.

Although the operation is fine, the operation record is just a way to record and is not important.

But rules are rules.

Zheng Ren sighed, found a computer to sit down, and began to write surgical records one by one.

The professor returned to the ward and saw his baby patient who had been involved in the prostate intervention embolization operation. Director Kong sat next to Zheng Ren, watching Zheng Ren work, but his eyes were a little distracted, and he was thinking about something in his heart.

The office is quiet and everyone is busy.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted Ning Jing, and Director Kong subconsciously stood up and strode out of the office.

He took out his cell phone and took a look. It was an encrypted number.

After finding the duty room, looking back and seeing that there was no one, Director Kong entered the duty room and answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Okay, I'm in Haicheng, I'll inform Comrade Zheng Ren."

"Yes, December 10th, the Nobel Prize will be presented."

"good."

After saying that, Director Kong hung up the phone.

He thought about it and a smile appeared on his face. He walked out of the duty room and went directly to find Director Pan.

Knocking at the door, Director Pan is dealing with a medical dispute, or the small matters about the bullshit in the emergency department.

When Director Kong came, Director Pan signaled Director Kong to sit down first, and then patiently explain to his family.

Perhaps it was because Director Old Pan was full of momentum, or perhaps it was because it was almost four o'clock and it was time to go home. After a few arguments, the patient was comforted by Director Old Pan and left the office.

"Director Pan, there is a task." Director Kong said directly, either without hesitation.

Director Pan's face sternly, and then asked seriously: "What do I need to do?"

"Use your office, I'll call Zheng Ren and ask him to come with Su Yun."

"Okay." Director Pan did not hesitate and did not ask.

This is discipline, which is deeply engraved in the bones of Director Pan.

Walking out of his office, Director Pan did not leave the door, but stood at the door like a guard.

Soon, Zheng Ren and Su Yun rushed over with confusion.

"Get in." said Director Pan.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Ren asked in confusion.

"Don't talk too much about the task, just accept the task. What should I do? Follow Director Kong's arrangements." Director Pan told Zheng Ren a few words.

Zheng Ren nodded and walked in with Su Yun.

Su Yun, who has always been cynical, no longer had his usual banter expression on his face. He seemed to have a premonition that something was about to happen, and he had become a different person.

Although Director Pan's expression was serious, he could tell that his whole body was very relaxed.

There was even a little bit of pride on his body.

Zheng Ren is leaving, and Director Pan will not try to keep him. The sky belonging to Zheng Ren is very high and far away, and he just needs to watch him watch.

A few minutes later, Zheng Ren, Su Yun and Director Kong walked out.

Assigning tasks is not to be rejected, it is just a matter of a few words.

This is not a wartime period, so Director Kong and Zheng Ren said a few more words. If it were a wartime period, it would have been a matter of tens of seconds.

Zheng Ren looked at Old Director Pan and wanted to say something.

Director Pan was so stern, saying: "The top secret mission and related information cannot be communicated with anyone or leaked."

The voice paused, and Director Pan said sternly: "This is discipline."

Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then nodded and turned around and left.

"Director Pan, I will leave tomorrow's plane. The doctor of 912 should be here in the past few days. I'll ask them to report to you." Director Kong said with a smile: "Just like training a new recruit, who is so stupid, just take it over and pull out the belt."
Chapter completed!