Chapter 1138 Little Girl, You Are so Lucky

912, went with a piece of broken paper, and emphasized that it was Zheng Ren's patient...

For things like registration numbers, people have to know about you. Just take this piece of paper and go to the director of the ultrasound room at 912?

He shook his head, but when he remembered what Dean Xiao told him yesterday, he became confused again. It's no wonder that my distant relatives don't believe it. Now that I see this legendary President Zheng, I don't believe it either.

So young, can you really see a doctor?

But Director Pan didn't question it. He picked up the list and glanced at it, saying, "The difference between ovarian malignant tumors and gestational tumors is very small, so you can judge. The specifics will be discussed after the diagnosis is made."

Zheng Ren immediately understood what Director Pan meant, and when he was excited, he almost made a taboo.

Who can be sure that he will never be misdiagnosed in his life? The mutual help between peers is an unspoken rule. If it wasn't for a big event that was outrageous and resentful, no one would directly tell the patient that the doctor in front of him was wrong.

Even if it's wrong, say it slightly euphemistically, don't make trouble for others. Besides, Director Pan was right, I really can't blame the doctors in the provincial capital for this.

It's really hard to tell the difference. If you don't have the ability to rebuild, you won't know. You can't have a big pig's hoof per person.

"It's really hard to tell the difference. The teeth inside are not well developed. They're too small and don't look good." Zheng Ren added a little embarrassedly.

Director Pan smiled and introduced, "This is Director Xiao's friend, Mr. Wu."

He did not mention specific positions and departments, only President Xiao. Zheng Ren understood, smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand, "Zheng Ren."

"Mr. Zheng, I have long admired your name." The man also stretched out his hand and shook Zheng Ren warmly.

"There's no such thing as a big name, it's just a hospital chief next to the director." Zheng Ren said politely.

"Don't be polite." Director Pan waved his hand and said, "Director Xia said that the patient is ready to be sent to the operating room, and we will talk about it after the operation."

"Director, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat after the operation." Zheng Ren quickly pushed the dinner.

If you have dinner with Director Pan, it's nothing. But this Mr. Wu is here, and it is estimated that Dean Xiao has to go too, which is very boring.

"Oh? In such a hurry to go to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University?" How could Director Pan not know about Zheng Ren? He said half-truly, "Is Professor Gao in such a hurry?"

"The Affiliated Hospital of Medical University? What are you going to do?" Mr. Wu asked suspiciously.

"Teaching surgery. Urging Zheng Ren to teach them surgery, and they can't wait for a meal. It's outrageous." Director Pan's words are too blunt, but bluntness has the advantage of bluntness, that is, no brains needed to think.

It was just the literal meaning that stunned Mr. Wu. Who is the person who can teach surgery to a professor at the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University?

If Zheng Ren said that, no one would believe him.

But Director Pan was as heavy as a mountain. Even if Zheng Ren was given more charm by the system, he couldn't keep up with Director Pan's white hair. This is an objective law, and there is nothing that big pig's hoofs can do.

"Mr. Zheng, are you at 912 now? When you have time to come back later, I'll invite guests out for a good gathering." Mr. Wu's words became much more polite, and the address changed from you to you.

"It's too polite, it will definitely be troublesome to come back in the future." Zheng Ren replied casually.

Seeing the three figures disappearing into the doorway, the girl held the piece of paper in her hand and asked with some doubts, "Doctor, who was the... doctor just now?"

She has fallen into a state of chaos, and she can't speak well. Escape from the dead? This is almost the feeling, she herself can't tell how complicated the emotions in her heart are.

I wanted to believe what the doctor said, but I was worried that I believed it, but in the end I was left with disappointment.

"That's Mr. Zheng. It turned out to be the inpatient chief of our emergency department. Later, he was dug up by Director Kong of 912." Sun Chao looked at Zheng Ren with admiration and said enviously.

"Now the doctor of 912?"

"Let's put it this way. You are so lucky to meet Mr. Zheng. By the way, keep that piece of paper. If you go to the imperial capital, as Mr. Zheng said, go directly to 912 and find the director of the ultrasound room. on?"

"Director Qi, the level of the health care team is very high." Li Sumei said with emotion: "I went to study, and the teacher who brought me was the apprentice of Director Qi's apprentice, and he was also a top-level domestic leader."

She said, in a trance. Look at Mr. Zheng, he went to 912 for less than half a year. He wrote a piece of paper and took it to find Director Qi. Seeing that, Director Qi would definitely not refuse. How good is the relationship between the two?

It's amazing!

Li Sumei shook her head, began to clean up the machine, and said with a smile: "Little girl, your luck is really good, I think Mr. Zheng's diagnosis is right, you go directly to 912, don't go anywhere else. This piece of paper , equivalent to a registered ticket, the ticket dealer's expert number for Director Qi can be three or four thousand."

The girl folded the piece of paper seriously and put it in her pocket. But then I felt unsafe again, and took out the piece of paper again, trying to find a safer place.

"Don't be nervous, it's alright. Mr. Zheng has returned to 912 in the past few days. If you lose it, you can go directly to the intervention department to find him." Li Sumei said with a smile.

"Intervention department?" The girl diligently memorized the name of the department and engraved it in her mind.

...

Zheng Ren came to the operating room, and Mr. Wu stayed outside.

"Zheng Ren, when are you going to come back next time?" Director Pan asked while changing his clothes.

"I'll be back when I have time, I really miss you." Zheng Ren said.

"Don't talk nonsense, have you figured it out yourself?" Director Pan asked.

"Well, thank you, Director."

"It's alright, don't think about so many messes, but do good deeds, don't ask about your future. If you can get any Nobel Prize, you can get it. If you can't get it, you're not doing clinical work?"

"Yes, yes." Zheng Ren smiled. What Director Pan said was not very clear. The contradiction between clinical and basic research has not been resolved, but he simply and rudely cut off Zheng Ren's heart.

That's pretty good, Zheng Ren thought to himself. Doing good deeds without asking for reward. It seems to be the case, I only care about curing diseases and saving people, what kind of Nobel Prize, that's all.

Changed clothes and entered the operating room. Seeing that Xiao Yiren was busy helping to pack up the things for the operation.

The patient was already lying on the operating table, and the head nurse was chatting with him to relieve tension. Zheng Ren knew that this should have been specially ordered by Dean Xiao before the head nurse came forward.

Director Xia arrived with the patient. She smiled and said, "Mr. Zheng, it's been a long time since I saw your surgery. My classmate's portal hypertension has healed. He told me to let me take it for you."

Zheng Ren smiled.

"During the Chinese New Year, he prepared pork-killing dishes, but it's a pity that you were not at home at that time. I can only invite Director Pan out for a meal, assuming you are there." Director Xia said with a smile.

"Well, the dishes are good, and the blood sausage is very well made." Director Pan sat directly on the chair in front of the screen on the operating table and said, "Director Xia, remember to call me before killing pigs during the New Year."