Chapter 2464 Fully Recognized (Leader Blowfly Plus 1)

Zheng Ren didn't expect that there would be so many flashing lights outside at the same time, so he raised his arms to block them.

Su Yun behind him had an elegant and warm smile like a spring breeze. Although the black hair on his forehead was pressed under the sterile cap, it was ready to move.

More than a dozen microphones were stretched out, and before Zheng Ren had time to respond, the reporters began to ask various questions.

But when no one finished asking, Zheng Ren heard panicked voices.

After a pop, he blocked the light of the flash with his hand, squinted his eyes, and looked in the direction of the sound.

A person knocked down the camera around him, and both the machine and the person fell to the ground.

Security personnel immediately separated the surrounding crowd to avoid a more serious stampede.

Zheng Ren glanced at it and saw a red system panel. He immediately separated the microphone in front of him with his hands and strode over.

The body of the person lying on the camera kept twitching, his hands were stiff and stretched tightly, like chicken feet.

"Flatcar!"

"oxygen!"

"G!"

Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

Faced with sudden changes, the medical staff on 912 are very used to it, because it is part of their daily work. I just didn't expect Boss Zheng to "accidentally" win the Nobel Prize, and when he walked out of the operating room, he would encounter such an emergency situation.

And the reporters and cameras around were all excited at the same time!

This colleague is really good at coming. The Nobel laureate Boss Zheng walked out of the operating room. This is equivalent to a field interview, which is a very touching thing in itself.

But if Boss Zheng can be recorded doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, it is equivalent to shooting the scene of soldiers charging under the rain of bullets, and the playback effect will definitely be different!

All the cameras turned their lenses around, and the flashes silently released lightning, turning the operating room into a vast expanse of whiteness.

After a brief astonishment, Director Kong immediately prepared what Zheng Ren had just said together with the nurses in the operating room.

The oxygen bag was quickly carried out, and the person was laid flat on the marble floor.

Su Yun snorted, leaned close to Zheng Ren's ear, and whispered, "Boss, he is Wei Feng from Haicheng Metropolis Daily."

"Huh? The postpartum hemorrhage, the reporter invited by Da Huangya?" Zheng Ren asked suspiciously.

Su Yun nodded slightly.

Wei Feng's system panel had the words respiratory alkalosis written on it, Zheng Ren was a little puzzled. However, he still followed the normal rescue procedure, first checked to see if there were any foreign objects and secretions in Wei Feng's mouth, and then inhaled oxygen through the nasal cannula.

ECG monitoring showed sinus tachycardia, and other values ​​were fine.

"20ml of 10% calcium gluconate was injected intravenously and sent to the emergency department for observation." Zheng Ren said.

Afterwards, he stood up and rubbed his hands on the isolation suit, as if he had gotten something dirty.

"Doctor Zheng, shouldn't you be doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation?" A reporter asked with some disappointment.

Dr. Zheng, who had just won the Nobel Prize, did nothing but sent the reporter who fell to the ground to the emergency room. He simply didn't feel the tension of the emergency room at all. For journalists, it was a bit of a downer.

"The heart doesn't stop beating. Why do you do cardiopulmonary resuscitation." Zheng Ren said, "It's respiratory alkalosis with convulsions. Inhale oxygen, give a calcium injection, and observe for a while."

Su Yun smiled slightly, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth became more and more intense. He waved his hand and signaled the camera lens to follow, then squatted beside Wei Feng and said.

"The situation is very simple. It's respiratory alkalosis. To put it simply, the couple usually quarreled and sent the woman to the hospital. You've heard of such things."

The eyes of the reporters lit up. This man's face value is simply too high, and it must be more attractive to be on camera. The key is to be willing to communicate with the media, and someone immediately responded, "I've heard of it."

"Women have the performance of neurosis or have factors that induce mental stress, but there is no reason for any organic disease, but during the attack, the respiratory movement is accelerated, resulting in a decrease in the partial pressure of carbon dioxide in the arterial blood, and respiratory alkalosis. The sympathetic nervous system is excited, and clinically manifests various symptoms."

"Generally speaking, men are extremely rare. This comrade reporter... oh, you can't call him comrade, he is an intern reporter from the Financial Times." Su Yun picked up Wei Feng's badge hanging on his chest with a smile, "It must be the first time When I was on an interview mission, I saw the boss coming out, and I was so excited that I kept taking deep breaths, and finally caused alkalosis, so I smoked immediately.”

"..."

The reporters didn't realize it was clear, they just thought it was so professional and seemed to be true.

"To put it simply, he has no work experience and is too nervous." Su Yun's smile was a little bit thicker, and the sarcasm was well concealed.

Then he took off the sterile cap, and his black hair fluttered on his forehead, looking very proud.

The flat car quickly pushed over, and Tang Haitao from the emergency department also got the news, and trotted over with the nurse carrying the emergency first aid kit.

"The patient was diagnosed with respiratory alkalosis. He has been given calcium gluconate static injection and oxygen inhalation. You can push it back and observe." Su Yun stood up and said.

Then he stood behind Zheng Ren's body.

"What are you saying he is the Financial Times?"

"You didn't see how arrogant he and William's editor-in-chief were before, and they didn't like it." Su Yun said, "If you get the chance, kick them twice. Anyway, with Maris here, they dare to talk back."

Zheng Ren shook his head lightly, watching Wei Feng being carried into the car and sent off all the way.

"Dr. Zheng, Dr. Su, you have won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine. Let me just say a few words." A reporter asked with a microphone.

Zheng Ren scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

Looking at the microphones lined up in front of him and the gazes of many reporters, Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and said, "I know that my surgery is well done, and I fully appreciate the recognition from the Nobel Prize judges. approval."

There was silence outside the operating room.

Is this an acceptance speech? Is this a provocation? Is Dr. Zheng ridiculing the lack of transparency and fairness in the review of the Nobel Prize?

After a short silence, there was an uproar like a pot of water being boiled.

This should be the most controversial acceptance speech in history. This is big news! Definitely big news! !

It turned out that this Dr. Zheng was so knowledgeable, he looked honest and honest, but he was actually full of depression.

The reporters immediately used all kinds of equipment to record Zheng Ren's words, and some reporters kept asking questions.

Zheng Ren had already stepped back half a step, pushing Su Yun to the front.

In comparison, Zheng Ren felt that Su Yun was more suitable for communicating with the media than himself.

That guy himself likes all occasions with a lot of people, and the more people there are, the more excited he is and the better he will perform.

"Boss Zheng, you're awesome!" Linge secretly stretched out his thumb and whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled, "Just telling the truth."