Chapter 619 I Should Be the One Who Said Such Compelling Words

The car quickly drove to a semi-open place with beautiful scenery. A three-story building with a huge building area stood among the lush green grass.

"Boss, this is the intensive care area of ​​the Karoline Institute of Medicine and Surgery in Stockholm." Professor Rudolf Wagner said, "I'll go through the formalities for you later. There must be a very strict security check at the door."

"Who is here for diagnosis and treatment recently?" Su Yun took a breath and asked absent-mindedly.

Instead of talking loudly, the professor kept silent. Silently asked for the passports of Zheng Ren and Su Yun, and he got out of the car.

The lights inside were brilliant, and the professor's back stretched very long, falling on the ground, a little lonely.

"Boss, without you, Fu Guier would be finished this time." Su Yun looked at the professor's back and said.

"No." Zheng Ren smiled, "After so many years of operation, there must be difficulties, but they will not be difficult. Moreover, as a mature doctor, the first consideration is not the profit of the operation, but the failure of the operation s consequence."

"Are you so sure that Fu Guier is not blinded by profit?"

"It's okay, Fu Guier looks rough, but his mind is still very delicate." Zheng Ren said: "We don't have to argue, whether we can see Dr. Mehar, or whether we can have surgery, means that Fu Guier Is there any backup here?"

"I'm talking about greed for profit." Su Yun emphasized the tone of the last four words.

"Oh, greedy for profit, you have to be able to take it away, right?" Zheng Ren said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. Besides, there is still you."

"You know how to pretend to be stupid all day long, why don't you come to run for the Nobel Prize?!" Su Yun suddenly became angry.

"The point is that I'm not very interested in the Nobel Prize." Zheng Ren said: "Well, does it sound like a lot to you? But I'm just not interested. It's not interesting. If you have the time to watch a group of foreigners scheming, it's better to Do more surgeries."

"you……"

"Su Yun, how about we teach surgery after we go back?" Zheng Ren interrupted the dispute with Su Yun and said.

"Teaching? TIPS surgery?" Su Yun frowned, "Aren't you afraid that your job will be robbed?"

"There are two problems with what you said. First, doctors are benevolent, and everything must be done..."

"Shut up, I didn't wake up, pour me chicken soup, be careful I'm rude to you." Su Yun roughly interrupted Zheng Ren's words.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren was not angry, but smiled, and continued: "Second, steal my job? Who do you think has this level? You, or the professor? Or anyone here?"

Zheng Ren pointed to the small building of the Karoline Institute of Medicine and Surgery in Stockholm, smiled and asked.

I'll go... Su Yun thought up what Zheng Ren said later - I'm not talking about a certain person, everyone here is rubbish.

Su Yun felt very uncomfortable.

Shouldn't this kind of forceful words be said by oneself?

Who gave him the confidence!

But calm down and think about it, what Zheng Ren said is true.

Su Yun couldn't even find a negative example.

If it is a general surgery operation, Zheng Ren's level can only be said to be good, and he can lead a group in any large tertiary hospital in the country. But if you want to say how high it is, that's not necessarily the case.

But if interventional surgery...Looking at the whole world...even Professor Rudolf Wagner kneels so thoroughly, Su Yun really can't find an example that can be slapped in the face.

"Okay, boss, you win." Su Yun was helpless.

"Then make an appointment like this. When you go back, you will contact Director Kong. The first batch of patients will be taught surgery." Zheng Ren said: "Hurry up and train everyone, so that the new surgery can be rolled out across the country as soon as possible."

Su Yun knew what Zheng Ren meant. There were at least 100,000 patients with advanced liver cirrhosis who needed TIPS in the whole country. Every year, the same number of new patients appear.

One person definitely can't finish it.

But... Isn't this a good business to make money? There is a lot of traffic outside the door, registered tickets are hard to find, and a bed in the hospital can cost 30,000 to 50,000 red envelopes per bed. Isn't this what it should be?

And ask yourself, I have worked hard to operate, and there is no moral failure.

Are there really saints in this world? No! Absolutely impossible! Su Yun frowned and pondered. Ten minutes later, when Professor Rudolf Wagner came out, Su Yun slapped his thigh and almost jumped up.

"Boss, your move is really good! Wonderful! Great!" Su Yun showed a rare look of admiration on his face.

Zheng Ren was confused, what was this guy talking about?

What is high? What crazy thing are you going to do? Why don't you know?

Su Yun didn't explain either, but just looked at Zheng Ren with an expression that I knew what you were going to do, with a bitter smile on his lips.

"Boss, the formalities are completed. We can go to the observation room outside the ward to see Dr. Mechal." Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed to be preoccupied, and his voice was slightly dull.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun got out of the car and followed the professor into the small building of the Karolinska Institute of Medicine and Surgery in Stockholm.

The decoration style here is very similar to the underground research institute in Resident Evil.

Every time Zheng Ren took a step, he heard echoes and felt a little creepy.

This is a cultural difference, a regional difference, Zheng Ren comforted himself.

The elevator is big, spacious and quiet.

On the second floor, a young nurse led the three of them all the way to a ward inside. Open the door, the ward and the observation room are separated by a transparent glass door.

In the observation room, he clearly saw an elderly man lying in the ward lying in the twilight. His body is full of tubes, and countless machines make tiny sounds, proving that modern humans are using the most advanced technology to delay the arrival of the god of death.

Several doctors observed and recorded attentively. They looked very young, but they were very serious.

"Boss, there's Dr. Mehal inside." The professor looked a little depressed, feeling extremely depressed, "Severe coronary artery occlusion, three blood vessels blocked more than 95% at the same time. Now rely on extracorporeal membrane lungs to relieve the burden on the heart, and hurry up Find a cure."

"En." Zheng Ren nodded. He had already seen this from the system panel at the top right of his field of vision.

"Where's the movie?" Zheng Ren asked.

The professor then communicated with a young doctor who was observing the changes in Dr. Mehal's condition.

After showing his ID, the young doctor made a note, and then retrieved the silhouette process of Dr. Mechal's coronary angiography from the computer.

It seems that when the myocardial infarction, he had already undergone cardiac interventional surgery.

It's just that the operation was not successful, so only a contrast film was left, Zheng Ren guessed in his heart.

But it doesn't matter, since it's my own patient... I regard Dr. Mehal as my own patient, so the important thing is to watch the film, see the patient, and then perform the operation.

Zheng Ren thought very simply. He sat down in front of the machine and started to read the films.