Has that young man grown up to be able to teach the first-class professors in the country? Pei Yingjie was a little puzzled. Although he had already developed psychological construction before coming, he still couldn't believe it when he looked back.

"If I hadn't stopped me, I'd probably not be so many people now." Director Kong drove out of the airport and returned to the city slowly.

Han Guangzhi suddenly whispered: "Teacher, there is a live broadcast again."

"Well, today I did 10 patients, two of which were broadcast live on the surgery." Director Kong explained.

"Can the new tips surgery be done so quickly? Can you do 10 units a day?" Pei Yingjie asked.

Not only does the success rate of the surgery turn upwards by geometric orders, but the operation time is greatly shortened, which is a drastic change for interventional surgery.

The more you understand the profession, the higher the level, the more incredible it feels.

Maybe the layman would say that it was that way. But this is just a layman. People who have actually undergone tips surgery and doctors who are dying of ecstasy who are troubled by the failure of the puncture will definitely not say such things.

"I didn't believe it at first." Director Kong smiled self-deprecatingly, saying, "But isn't this just doing surgery under my nose? I'll get used to it after seeing too much."

"Have you learned it?" Pei Yingjie asked.

"It's almost the same, but I'm old and my technique is not as fast as Boss Zheng. Now it takes half an hour for me to have an operation." There was a kind of pride in Director Kong's tone.

This is a bit too much for pretending.

A tips surgery, 30 minutes, is it still called slow? Isn't this a joke?

Pei Yingjie laughed, but didn't care. Instead, he turned his head and picked up Han Guangzhi's cell phone and started watching Xinglinyuan's surgery live broadcast.

Soon, he finished reading.

"Old Kong, Boss Zheng's surgery is really stable." Pei Yingjie sighed.

"That's it." Director Kong said happily: "I saw Xiao Twenty surgeries, and they were almost all from the same mold, and there was no special change."

How great is it to do surgery to do portal hypertension as appendicitis?

Pei Yingjie sighed, and felt a little regretful when he thought of Jin Yaowu's listless expression after he returned.

This is an inner demon. If you can't overcome it, I'm afraid that Jin Yaowu will never make it in his life.

"Xiao Han, you are in a good time." Director Kong said with a smile when he saw Han Guangzhi hurriedly picking up his phone in Pei Yingjie's hand, thinking that he would take the time to watch the live broadcast of the surgery.

"Ah?" Han Guangzhi was stunned for a moment.

"After learning, I will ask Zheng Ren to fly to our place for a few teaching operations in a few days." Pei Yingjie smiled.

"By the way, Director Pei, something happened in the Northeast a few days ago. Do you know?" Director Kong did not explain to Han Guangzhi, but asked Pei Yingjie.

"Is it the flying knife?"

"yes."

Speaking of Zheng Renfei's Demon City, the two of them thought of something that happened in the past few days.

A few days ago, a department in a third- and fourth-tier city in Dibei Province invited a professor to undergo surgery.

The money for the flying knife was agreed upon and signed.

The operation was very successful, but the patient's family refused to admit it after the operation. He insisted that it was a red envelope, and turned the head of the local director who asked the professor to sue two big ones.

Because the operation was successful and the patient was fine, this "dispute" would not be a big deal. The relevant departments finally determined that the flying knife money was a red envelope and it was returned, and gave the director the warning.

This matter has not yet fermented, but it has spread throughout the circle of professors who are qualified to run the flying knife.

"It's a good flying knife, I have to make trouble." Director Kong sighed, "There are only so many beds in the imperial capital. Do you have to squeeze into the imperial capital to see a doctor in the future?"

"There's nothing to do." Professor Pei was very gentle. He just wanted to pass this matter indifferently.

"In the future, Xiao Han and the others can catch up with the good times." Director Kong continued: "Surgery is always required. Now it is recommended to practice more. In the future, all public hospitals will be doctors below the attending level. If you want to find Director Pei for surgery, you have to go to a private hospital."

"Are you not allowed to leave here?"

"Well, I guess I won't be open to the society soon." Director Kong said, "But who said it's better? I'm probably practicing more. Otherwise, I'll give birth as soon as the surgery is released."

Han Guangzhi vaguely understood what Director Kong said. He smiled and said, "In the Magic City, the teacher's account has reached 8,000 yuan per ticket in the hands of the ticket seller."

"Is this a value manifestation?" Director Kong said: "In the future, go to a private hospital and directly offer a price of 4,000 per number."

"I'm not worth the price. Now I have a hospital brand to support it. We shouldn't be able to see the two old bones that day. Guangzhi, study hard, and there is still hope."

As he said that, Professor Pei was stunned for a moment.

"Zheng Ren, do you have a special number now?" he asked.

"No, I didn't even let him leave the outpatient department." Director Kong said: "Two days ago, Mr. Cui from the emergency department came over to compete with me for someone, but I pushed him back."

"..." Pei Yingjie was speechless, and the emergency department went to grab Zheng Ren?

"What's the best thing to do in the emergency department? I'm busy and tired, so busy that I don't have time to do scientific research, and I don't even have time to fall in love."

"What did Zheng Ren say?" Pei Yingjie remembered that the emergency department of Haicheng First Hospital came.

"I think this kid is active in his heart, but he told me very well." Director Kong said: "There was a patient with a superior mesenteric artery dissection two days ago. Mr. Cui asked Boss Zheng to take a look, and then went to the hospital for the operation that Boss Zheng did."

"This is a step-by-step process." Pei Yingjie smiled and said, "Old Kong, you should not only be concerned about foreign thieves, but also beware of domestic thieves."

"Who said no? It's really not easy to do something now." Director Kong said: "If I open Boss Zheng's special number now, I dare to mark one number of 10,000, and I would like to come. When I win the Nobel Prize, one number of 100,000."

"..." Han Guangzhi was stunned.

"I went to Xiangjiang for a communication a few years ago. A director of gastroenteroscopes did 40,000 yuan a day, and only 15 days a month. When he was having dinner, he said that he didn't have to earn more a year, and 30,000 to 50 million Hong Kong dollars was enough. For the rest of the time, he had to spend with his family, play golf and take a yacht."

"When will we be like this?" Han Guangzhi's eyes were bright.

"Don't talk nonsense, not only my life, but I guess you will be in trouble in this life." Director Kong said with a smile, "When I went there, I saw a few young doctors protesting."

"What to protest?"

"Their income of HK$160,000 a month is too small."
Chapter completed!