Chapter 1094 Greedy Coveted Eyes

"President, Dr. Zheng's interventional embolization is me... It must be the world's top." Director Jing revised the attribution once, but still felt that it was not enough.

Just the top of the world? It doesn't seem to be able to.

He studied at the Johns Hopkins Hospital in the United States. I have seen the surgery to remove the pre-lumbar vertebrae and embolize the transverse lumbar artery. Even the interventional specialist of the Johns Hopkins Hospital, which is as famous as the Mayo Clinic, would not make the surgery like this.

But if Director Jing wanted to change a new word, he couldn't think of it after racking his brains in a short time.

The world's top is already the most powerful adjective in Director Jing's three views. What else? No matter how awesome it is, Director Jing really doesn't know what to say.

"Yeah." Dean Yan didn't speak, just hummed with his nose.

They were talking, and the Shay came in through the door, a white metal box in his hand.

Xiao Yiren slipped away, trying not to disturb the directors and hospital leaders.

"Yiren?" Director Kong wanted to ask about Xie Yiren's situation in Haicheng. Xie Yiren was not prepared. When he turned around, the lower right corner of the metal box just bumped into Zhao Wenhua, who was hiding in the corner in a daze.

"What are you doing!" Zhao Wenhua clutched his legs and glared at Xie Yiren.

"I'm sorry, Professor Zhao." Xie Yiren quickly apologized, "I'm really sorry, I'm sorry."

"What are you carrying?" Director Kong made a clearance.

When I got off the plane, I saw Boss Zheng carrying this box, and I knew it was a gift from Dr. Charles to Zheng Ren. But I didn't expect that the Shay people would be brought into the operating room. It's just that Zhao Wenhua's shit actually yelled at Boss Zheng's girlfriend. Director Kong didn't want to see the scene of Boss Zheng and Zhao Wenhua's blood splashing five steps in the operating room.

"Director Kong, it is a surgical instrument given to Zheng Ren by a doctor from Mayo." Xie Yiren said softly, neither nervous nor cramped, but generous. She flashed her big eyes, and instantly understood that Director Kong was helping herself.

"Uh..." Zhao Wenhua was startled.

"Zheng Ren asked for disinfection before the operation. I see that the general surgery and chest surgery have been completed, and I guess it won't be used, so I took it out." Xie Yiren explained with a slight smile.

"Is it a small gift from Mayo's doctor?" Dean Yan suddenly became interested, he sat on the chair, twisted slightly, the chair rotated, and asked the Xie Yi people.

"should be."

Dean Yan was a little happy.

I heard Ye Qingqiu say that Zheng Ren was hired as a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic. This kind of thing can be true or false, big or small. Although a visiting professor has been able to prove Zheng Ren's status and level of surgery, he always felt that he was too young and a little unstable.

And the gift from a doctor in Mayo is still a surgical instrument, which has more interpretation.

"What manufacturer is it from? Open it to open my eyes." Dean Yan smiled rarely and said gently.

"Oh." Xie Yi raised his head and saw Zheng Ren had stepped down through the leaded glass, so he walked over, put the white metal box in front of the screen of the console, and opened the box.

The box is exquisitely designed, and all the three-dimensional spaces are used to the fullest. The five levels opened up, down, left and right, silently, and nearly a hundred surgical instruments were displayed in front of everyone.

The well-informed Dean Yan was also stunned. This is definitely not a standard instrument produced by a manufacturer, but a privately-made surgical instrument!

All the people present are the first-class experts in the domestic medical field, and they know all kinds of surgical instruments from various manufacturers and brands.

With just one glance, I knew that it was a custom-made surgical instrument, and it had reached a perfect level.

Good or good, but at this price, it must be the world's top. Even the director of 912 would not order so many things for no reason.

Director Jing leaned closer, and he could see clearly.

Those surgical instruments were in the white box, looking at him indifferently like countless coquettish girls. Although his attitude was indifferent, Director Jing ignored the presence of the dean, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently brushed a hemostatic forceps with his fingertips.

There is also the residual temperature just after disinfection, which is warm like a lover's hand.

It is a pity that there is no chisel, axe and saw. It is estimated that the person who sent the surgical instruments was not from an orthopaedic department. Director Jing felt a little regretful, but only a pair of hemostatic forceps took his soul away.

Just touching is not enough, Director Jing gently put down his hand and gently took out the hemostatic forceps. It is light to start, the texture is hard, and the position of the buckle is almost precise to the nanometer level.

All the surgical instruments he had seen before were eclipsed in front of this hemostatic forceps.

Director Jing felt the residual warmth. He stretched out his left hand and flicked the hemostatic forceps with his fingers, feeling the texture.

It feels like a rare metal, hard but extremely tough. If this is used to do... Director Jing's heart is hot.

Director Kong is an interventional doctor. He rarely uses hemostatic forceps and other surgical instruments, so he doesn't feel much.

It's just that when he saw Director Jing's appearance, he knew that this was a set of treasures.

"Who gave it to Dr. Zheng?" Although Dean Yan also thinks this set of surgical instruments is good, he has been out of the clinic for decades, and these glamorous girls' general surgical instruments can't make him feel much.

What Dean Yan paid attention to was the personal relationship between Zheng Ren and the Mayo Clinic.

"It was sent to me by Dr. Charles Moore." Zheng Ren walked out of the operating room, stunned for a moment, a little unhappy in his heart, passed through the crowd, blocked the silver-white box, and blocked the coveted eyes of others.

"Charles Moore? Is..."

"I used to be a surgeon, and later engaged in basic research, and won the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine 28 years ago." Zheng Ren explained to President Yan, and almost grabbed the hemostatic forceps from Director Jing's hands. , put it in the box, and then close the box.

Dean Yan was stunned for less than 0.1 seconds. Seeing Zheng Ren's childish movements, he smiled slightly and said, "Dr. Charles gave you the surgical instruments, so you must use them well in treating illnesses and saving lives."

"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded. At this moment, he felt countless hostile gazes.

If a box of US dollars were placed here, there would not be so many greedy and hostile eyes. But for doctors, especially surgeons, what a box of custom-made surgical instruments means is self-evident.

Zheng Ren blocked the white box with his body and did not look at those coveted eyes.

"How many times can it be sterilized?"

"It is said that I will not use it badly in my life."

"What about the scalpel?" Dean Yan asked thoughtfully.

"This is a bit of a headache. Ordinary blades can't be pressed in. They are too thick. We need to order the blades from the factory in Osterlai Town. Dr. Charles gave me 300." Zheng Ren replied.

Tsk tsk, many envious eyes are even more intense.