Chapter 1130 He Is the King Here

"How can you perform surgery without a physical examination?" Zheng Ren was also helpless, explaining to the patient's family.

"You didn't do the surgery either. Mr. Wang, who came from the capital, can do a physical examination. You are a little doctor, how can you be so trustworthy! Are you an intern? You look so old." Burning with anger.

"..." Zheng Ren was silent, this was the first time someone said he was old. But from an intern's point of view, it seems to be the same.

He flattened the patient's legs, put the clothes down, covered the stomach, and turned away. Before going out, Zheng Ren suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "I will most likely do the surgery."

"You?" The patient's family was stunned. Seeing that Zheng Ren's expression didn't seem to be fake, she suddenly became scared.

Could it be that my father's surgery was done by this little doctor, and Mr. Wang from the imperial capital was watching and teaching surgery?

OMG! This will not work!

Zheng Ren didn't care what she thought and went out.

Wang Zonggang asked the patient to eat and drink water at night, and there was no delay, and he was a little worried.

"Boss Zheng, are you sure?" President Wang asked when Zheng Ren came out.

"There is a high probability that it will be explained according to percutaneous portal vein puncture, thrombectomy + catheter thrombolysis." After saying that, Zheng Ren turned to leave. But as soon as he took a step, he remembered that Wang always came from general surgery. Not to mention general surgeons, even serious vascular doctors or interventional doctors may not have done this kind of surgery.

"Uh, let me explain the condition. Three minutes later, bring the patient's family to the office, and they must be able to sign." After speaking, Zheng Ren walked straight back to the office.

President Wang sighed, this is the director's aura. Not to mention how the surgery was done, the aura alone made him breathless.

The patient's family had just finished being trained by President Wang, and looked timidly at the figure of Zheng Ren walking away, and asked in a low voice, "President Wang, who is this?"

"It's Boss Zheng." President Wang wanted to say that he was the king here. But on second thought, they are still the king at Te 912, or even the Mayo Clinic! The emergency ward of the First Hospital of Haicheng City is a woollen thread.

"Boss Zheng?"

"Last year, there was a case of nitrite poisoning in Haicheng, did you know?" President Wang asked.

"I know, my neighbor is sick. I helped deliver it. It looks just like Avatar, but it's so scary."

The person next to him touched him, motioning to show respect to President Wang, who came to support the imperial capital, and try to speak as politely as possible.

Mr. Wang didn't care, but said, "Boss Zheng was the one who was in charge of the rescue at that time. Now in the imperial capital, he is already very good... he is good, and he will be even more good."

He wanted to find a more elegant adjective, but found that no matter what he said, he couldn't describe Boss Zheng. In the end, he felt that he had to use vulgar descriptions to express his deep surprise and sigh.

The patient's family grinned, and one sentence narrowed the distance between Mr. Wang and himself. Mr. Wang seemed to be quiet, but he was also a man of temperament.

But for a moment, he was confused. Isn't the surgery to cut the intestines?

"The family members of the patients, those who can sign and call the shots, come with me." President Wang was also accustomed to the working mode of the grassroots hospital, and shouted, two men and one woman, and came to the office.

Zheng Ren has already printed out a preoperative explanation, because it is not an arterial embolism, so although the operation is urgent, it is not particularly urgent. He can completely complete the preoperative explanation before sending the patient to the operation.

Watching Boss Zheng explain to the patient's family while drawing pictures, Mr. Wang was a little puzzled. He stood up carefully, returned to the duty room, and made a phone call.

"Old Su, it's me."

"Yes, there is a patient who has a problem with the diagnosis. Boss Zheng said that it was an embolism of the superior mesenteric vein. I want to..."

"Yes, it's that Boss Zheng."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a second, and then a loud roar burst out: "Wang Liang, are you kidding me! Boss Zheng gave me a diagnosis, so let me give it a shot?"

"..." President Wang was stunned, isn't this normal?

"You know what I do?" said the other side of the phone.

President Wang thought to himself, how can I know what you are doing. But I think so, but I can't say it.

"Boss Zheng performed an operation on Director Miao yesterday, with both hands and two guide wires, a thoracic aortic stent and left hepatic artery embolization performed at the same time. I highly doubt that Boss Zheng's interventional surgery is already the first in the world. Now, do you want me to take a look?!"

"What did you say? Director Miao? What's wrong with Director Miao?" Mr. Wang was stunned and asked immediately.

After briefly talking about Director Miao's affairs, Manager Su from the Department of Vascular Surgery told Manager Wang that the Director was now organizing all the staff to study, and the technique to be learned was the double-handed operation performed by Zheng Ren yesterday.

While saying that, President Su complained that this kind of surgery is not done by humans at all, and there is nothing to learn. After watching it dozens of times, the head is completely dewy, and everyone's double-handedness is about to split their personalities.

"President Su, is your director here?" President Wang suddenly realized such a possibility and asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Could you please show the director a look at the film?" President Wang asked tentatively.

Su Tianci thought about it, and finally agreed.

WeChat sent the video, and a few minutes later the phone came.

"One CT, you can see the hair!" Mr. Su said directly on the phone, "But the director said that there is no problem with Boss Zheng's technique, if he would choose that."

"Oh, fine, let's talk back."

"Hey, Wang Liang, wait a minute." When he heard that he was about to hang up the phone, Mr. Su hurriedly shouted, "Is there any recording equipment in Haicheng's operating room?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"The director said he wanted to see Boss Zheng's surgery."

"..." Wang always felt that he had caused a big trouble, but Director Mao of the Vascular Department had spoken, and he still had to do it.

Treat the old director with respect. Besides, they only want to see Boss Zheng's surgery, not about themselves. My own surgery... It doesn't seem like the director at home is so concerned about it.

"I asked Boss Zheng. If it is possible, I will send it to you after I finish it."

"I beg you." President Su lowered his voice and said, "Hurry up and find a new surgical video. The double-handed operation is not done by humans at all. Change it to an ordinary one and let the director enjoy it. "

"Okay, I'll have the surgery right away, and I'll get in touch with you." Mr. Wang was a little confused, he didn't know what double-handedness was.

Although as the name suggests, double-handed manipulation is to operate two guide wires and catheters with both hands at the same time. But this is obviously impossible! How could anyone do this.

President Wang smiled and didn't care about this. As for Director Miao, Mr. Su said that his condition has stabilized, so he will talk about it after he goes back.