Chapter 2088 I Will Endure...

"Boss Zheng, how many operations did you see today?"

"Six units." Zheng Ren strode forward.

Zhao Wenhua was not as tall as Zheng Ren, and his legs were not as long as Zheng Ren's. At this moment, he could only trot to barely follow behind Zheng Ren.

How embarrassing and embarrassing it is.

"Boss Zheng, please slow down." Zhao Wenhua said hastily.

Although he was a little unhappy, he didn't dare to show it. The longer the contact time, the more Zhao Wenhua felt that what he had done before was too menglang.

In the past, I wanted to follow the live broadcast of the TIPS surgery in the live surgery room to ponder, and I would figure it out soon, and then perform the surgery.

As for Zheng Ren, he is just a talented and lucky young man who broadcast his successful research to the world live without hesitation!

What an idiot, he is wasting his talent.

But before I figured it out, Boss Zheng didn't even have the surgery.

Zhao Wenhua was a little helpless.

As far as the TIPS operation is concerned, let alone the comparison with Boss Zheng, even the bald Professor Liu who left for further study is inferior.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren turned his head, "Is there something wrong?"

"Yeah." Zhao Wenhua nodded again and again, "Boss Zheng, how did you judge the liver-purpura disease?"

"How many stages of bleeding?" A question was thrown over without beginning or end.

Zhao Wenhua was startled, and immediately replied: "There are four stages, hyperacute stage, acute stage, subacute stage, and chronic stage."

At this moment, he seemed to be back on campus.

But in the next second, Zhao Wenhua realized that this is what Su Yun asked himself.

You can't say good things, do you really regard yourself as a professor? !

Zhao Wenhua was a little angry in his heart, but he absolutely didn't dare to show it. That doctor Su with delicate features and looks like a popular niche is very insidious.

Two different emotions intertwined and collided in Zhao Wenhua's body, making his expression a little awkward.

No matter how deep the city is, it is difficult to hide his inner conflict.

"Answered so quickly, did you lose your mind?" Su Yun asked contemptuously.

I endure...Zhao Wenhua clenched his fists and creaked...

"Oh, that's right. The image of liver purpura is indeed difficult to distinguish from liver cancer, but if you look carefully, you can see the image of serum iron deposition in the subacute or chronic stage."

Zheng Ren slowed down and explained briefly.

"What if it's the acute phase or the super acute phase?" Zhao Wenhua saw that Zheng Ren was about to leave, and asked along the lines.

"Do you have a brain?" Su Yun said contemptuously: "How many types of liver purpura are there?"

"Two types." Zhao Wenhua said it smoothly.

As soon as he answered, Zhao Wenhua scolded himself in his heart.

What a bitch!

Su Yun asked himself condescendingly, who does he think he is? A professor at the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University?

Uh... Not to mention, he is really a professor at the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, even though he is only an associate professor.

The last two TIPS surgery teachings were done by Su Yun.

But that doesn't work either! Even if he is a professor, he is not a student of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University!

However……

Just bear it.

I endure...Zhao Wenhua clenches his fist, crunch...crunch...

"Right, single and diffuse." Su Yun encouraged Zhao Wenhua as if he was teaching students at the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, "As long as it is not particularly large liver purpura, there will be no reaction. It was all found in the physical examination.”

"..."

Zhao Wenhua feels uncomfortable in his heart, I know it, so I don't need you to teach me!

"So basically you can't see hepatic purpura in the hyperacute stage, and generally it is in the subacute stage and chronic stage." Zheng Ren smiled slightly, "I can see the image of serum iron precipitation, although the patient's hepatic purpura occupies a relatively large area. It's small, but the central part is still relatively clear."

"..."

"Well, let's leave it at that, Professor Zhao, do you have any other questions?" Zheng Ren asked.

"It's gone, it's hard work." Zhao Wenhua was thinking about the MRI image in his heart, mainly looking at the precipitation signal of old bleeding, and he didn't pay attention for a while, Su Yun asked a question and he replied subconsciously.

Zhao Wenhua clenched his fist, crunching... crunching... crunching...

"What's the trouble, you go back and read the book carefully. I'll only tell you about it once, so you have to remember it in the future." Su Yun finished speaking with a smile, and walked to the door of the locker room with Zheng Ren.

"Boss, I'll go to Uncle Ning's side, call me if you have anything to do." Su Yun said with a smile: "Uncle Ning said that you performed very well during the intrauterine surgery last time."

"Oh, let's go." Zheng Ren walked in directly.

Looking at the door of the locker room, Zhao Wenhua didn't know whether he should go in or not.

Go in, and be ridiculed by Boss Zheng again, it's so boring.

But if you don't go in, you have to have surgery yourself.

Forget it, forget it. After thinking about it, Zhao Wenhua decided that it would be better not to meet Boss Zheng.

It doesn't matter if you wait for a while.

But standing alone at the door of the operating room, looking very weird, he took out his mobile phone and contacted him about the knife throwing on the weekend.

The other party was obviously a little surprised that Professor Zhao, who was always proud, would actually call.

Asked that the other side asked for a film, Zhao Wenhua said a few more gossips, guessing that Boss Zheng had already gone in, so he went to change clothes slowly.

Entering the operating room, Zhao Wenhua was a little emotional.

Generally, the operating rooms in the operating room are not fixed, but are lined up by head nurses. Which professor performs surgery on which hand is relatively random.

Doctors have no demand for this, and the operating room is the same, even if it is 4 hands, there is no taboo for doctors.

But Boss Zheng's operating room is fixed.

1 hand, just walk in the door.

It is convenient, and people passing by who are undergoing surgery in it will know it at a glance.

In the past two months, the class sitting on the chair in the first hand has always been the same figure. Every time he passed by, Zhao Wenhua took a look out of the corner of his eye.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua sighed.

Boss Zheng is like a treasure in the town house, sitting firmly in 1's hand, stepping off the stage at 11 o'clock every day, almost unshakable.

At such a young age, I have learned to see surgery outside. This kind of atmosphere is really unacceptable. Zhao Wenhua thought in his heart, feeling a little sour.

Passing by 1, he probed inside and took a look.

In the imagination, it should be a mountain-like figure, but... the mountain is a bit high today, but it is a bit empty.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was sitting in the operating room, watching the operation intently.

Zhao Wenhua was startled, who is here today, how could he be hit by Boss Zheng with the hemostatic forceps?

Speaking of the hemostatic forceps, Zhao Wenhua was envious.

The balding old doctor in Dibei Province is just a local professor, and he hasn't been in the imperial capital for a long time. Zhao Wenhua occasionally adds an operation in the afternoon, and finds the whole process of the operation that has not been deleted in the computer, and clearly knows that the level of the surgeon is improving by leaps and bounds.

Just a bald old man,

Just a local professor,

After being knocked down by Boss Zheng a few times, his level is higher than his own.

I will endure……