The dissection patient was sent to the ICU and had to wait for Wang Qiang to send the aortic stent. Zheng Ren glanced at the emergency department, and then ran back to do emergency surgery with Mr. Wang.

The operation was very fast, just the most basic surgeries such as appendicitis and cholecystitis, and the two of them were done separately, and it was over before seven o'clock.

Send the patient down, it seems, as it did a few months ago. It's just that there is one less assistant by his side, and one less capable resident doctor below.

"Mr. Wang, there aren't many such cases. Zheng Ren changed his clothes and communicated with Mr. Wang bluntly.

"Not much, I guess you're coming back, that's more. I've heard from the doctors and nurses that you're very busy when you're on duty. Mr. Wang said with a smile.

There is a difference between busy and unbusy doctors in hospitals, and some people are naturally busy, and when they are on duty, they can make an emergency at night, and they can dry people to collapse.

But some people are very idle. If you don't come to the emergency department, the patients in the ward are all in stable condition, there is no at all, and they sleep until dawn.

It's all baseless claims, but almost all healthcare workers believe it. Just like the legendary god of the night shift who doesn't even have a shrine, they all belong to the typical example of believing and not believing.

Back in the familiar office, Zheng Ren sat directly in the sunny position he was most familiar with, and took out his mobile phone.

Xiao Yiren left a message, she and Chu Yanzhi went out to buy breakfast, and they will be back soon.

After breakfast, everyone came to work one after another. Zheng Ren didn't wait in the office, he ran to the door of Director Pan's director's office and waited for the old director to go to work.

The confusion in my heart seems to have improved slightly after a few surgeries. Standing at the door of the director's office, a feeling of homesickness arose.

I've been so busy lately, I should have come back to see the old director a long time ago. Zheng Ren is doing self-examination in his heart, but video chat is not enough.

Soon, Director Pan appeared at the other end of the corridor.

Zheng Renli stood upright, saluted, and watched Director Pan come over.

"Zheng Ren, when are you coming back?" said Director Pan, who was happy, but asked suspiciously.

"I just came back from abroad, and I want to be the director, so I ran back to have a look. Zheng Ren whispered.

"There's nothing going on at home, just focus on work. What happened to the Nobel Prize project?" asked Director Pan as he opened the door.

"Director, I'm a little confused, I don't want to ask your opinion. ”

Entering the house, Director Pan sat on a chair behind his desk and listened to Zheng Ren talk about what had happened recently.

As he spoke, there was a knock on the door.

Zheng Ren stood up and opened the door, it was Wang Qiang from the Second Courtyard of the city.

He carried a box in his hand and bowed politely first, regardless of the difference in age.

"Director Wang, you're too polite. Zheng Ren hurriedly said.

"Boss Zheng, the things have been brought, you can take a look at if there is any discord. If so, I'll have someone send it again. Wang Qiang said.

"What's going on?" asked Director Pan.

"Director, there was a patient who jumped off the building in the morning, the diagnosis was aortic dissection, the condition was more serious, there were no consumables in the hospital, this is not to trouble Director Wang to send something for emergency. ”

Director Pan nodded, did not answer Zheng Ren's doubts, nor did he express surprise at the mezzanine.

"Where's the patient?" asked Director Pan.

"In the ICU, blood pressure is controlled. Zheng Rendao.

"No shift, just let Mr. Wang watch it, let's take a look at the patient. Director Pan stood up, imposing.

Arterial dissection is a disease that cannot be delayed and can mean the difference between life and death in a matter of minutes.

But people who can do surgery...... It's really not much, Wang Qiang can't do it, he is not engaged in blood vessels. If he really wanted to catch the ducks on the shelves, he could have tried it, but he was always not as skilled as a professional vascular doctor.

In the vascular department of the first hospital in the city, no one does interventional surgery, and they are all surgeons.

Interventional surgery is a barrier.

It's nothing to cure the sick and save people, but if you trade your own health for the health of others, most people will think about it.

Especially after a doctor in the interventional department of the first city hospital got a hematological tumor disease, no one did this surgery.

If Zheng Ren is not there, there are confirmed patients who can only be transferred to the provincial capital at great risk. Or wait for half a day, waiting for a doctor in the provincial capital to run the flying knife.

It is difficult to explain the cause and effect in three words.

However, Zheng Ren is here, all this is solved, and Director Pan is also very relieved, and even the speed of walking is a little faster.

"Director, you've been doing well lately. Zheng Ren has nothing to say, Director Pan only has a few geriatric diseases in the system panel, and they are not serious.

But when I saw Director Pan, I didn't even say anything?

"I'm fine, don't run around all the time. Director Pan said: "I'm done with this, I'll go out for dinner at noon, and I'll tell you what I think." ”

Zheng Ren nodded.

Wang Qiang followed all the way, he didn't want to just leave. finally caught an opportunity to brush his face in front of Boss Zheng, and he will rely on Boss Zheng for further study or anything in the future.

Boss Zheng is a prosperous person, Wang Qiang knows this matter.

Cheng Lixue, how many years have you pressed yourself? Boss Zheng went for two TIPS surgeries, Cheng Lixue had another misdiagnosis of Budd-Chiari syndrome, and lost his old face in front of everyone, and now Wang Qiang is not afraid of him face to face.

If there was no Boss Zheng, even if there was Teacher Gao to support him, Wang Qiang knew that it would take at least three or five years if the whole process went smoothly. If it doesn't go well, he may be pressed by Cheng Lixue for the rest of his life.

Besides, Teacher Gao Shaojie and Gao in the provincial capital are respectful to Boss Zheng, and he has many yarns! Not to mention Teacher Gao, even the professors of Temao and Heidelberg have been taught by Boss Zheng, when will he be able to take his turn once?

Wang Qiang's judgment of the situation is very accurate, and he also lowered his posture, ready to "serve" this young master, it is best to find an opportunity to invite Boss Zheng back and give himself a teaching operation.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiang was beautiful.

It's one thing whether you can learn it yourself, and as soon as Boss Zheng, the great god, stops there, it shows his connections.

Even the dean can't afford to ignore it.

Soon, when they came to the ICU, several people changed their clothes and walked in.

Before it was time to turn over, the doctors came to work one after another. When they saw Zheng Ren, they were all surprised.

Watching Director Pan and Zheng Ren enter the custody room, the two doctors who were changing their clothes talked in a whisper.

"Why did Mr. Zheng come back? ”

"Don't be, you didn't watch the live broadcast of Xinglinyuan a few days ago? Mr. Zheng took the hemostatic tongs and gave teaching lessons to foreign professors. ”

"I saw it, so I thought it was weird. ”

"Who knows, it's probably going home to visit relatives. You say, when Mr. Zheng comes back, who are you going to knock with hemostats?"