After the puncture is completed, the membrane stent is lowered, followed by the retrievable stent.

Everything went well, and Director Kong was stupid.

Is this a TIPS procedure?

No way.

Director Kong leaned forward, his eyebrows wrinkled together, and pondered.

As the recyclable scaffold was finished, Director Kong was a little confused. At this time, his phone vibrates and a strange music is played.

Director Kong raised his eyes, glanced at Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner, who were operating inside, through the lead-made glass, and turned to leave the operation room.

This mobile phone ringtone is set to Su Yun, and Director Kong contacts Su Yun through Zhao Yunlong and other hospitalized directors, and can get all kinds of information about Zheng Ren at any time.

I thought it was an idle move, but I didn't expect it to play a huge role.

Director Kong came to the corridor, answered the phone, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Director Kong, is you having surgery?" Su Yun's lazy voice came, accompanied by a huge haze.

"Yes. ”

"Can you read it?"

Director Kong seemed to see Su Yun's handsome face with a slick smile appearing in front of him.

But...... I really can't understand it.

"I don't understand. Director Kong said, shaking his head helplessly.

"Hey, hey. Su Yun smiled.

"You just want to ask if I can understand?" Director Kong was a little angry and said, "If that's the case, you can hang up the phone." ”

"Director Kong, how could I laugh at you. Su Yun hurriedly said, "I have something big to tell you." ”

"Say!" Director Kong's voice was low, but it became more and more majestic.

"The New England Journal of Medicine, the latest issue, TIPS Surgery article, was published. Su Yun said.

"......" Director Kong didn't speak.

Medical journals like New England have scary SCI scores, judges are above the top, and even if the general literature passes the review, it has to wait in line for publication.

However, there is an article about TIPS surgery, which is directly published, which cannot but make Director Kong feel strange.

"Hey, Director Kong, let me tell you, the boss doesn't know yet. Although he may not care either, I am the first to inform you. Su Yun was unhappy and complained on the other side of the phone.

"Xiao Su, thank you. Director Kong's words were much softer, "That, the first author, is ......"

"It must be the boss, I did this single-handedly, and I can be the second author of Fuguier, or it depends on his face that he wants to apply for the Nobel Prize in Medicine with this paper. ”

"Okay, I got it. Some thoughts in Director Kong's mind gradually became clear.

The tone was firm, and he didn't talk much to Su Yun, so he hung up the phone directly.

Director Kong pondered for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed out.

"Dean Yan, I'm Kong Liancheng. ”

"Dr. Zheng's TIPS surgery, which I have seen with my own eyes, is absolutely subversive and world-leading. ”

"Well, and there's something about the Nobel Prize that's pushing. The article is said to have been published in the latest issue of The New England Journal of Medicine. ”

"Report chief, I'm sure! I saw Dr. Zheng's TIPS surgery with my own eyes!" Suddenly, Director Kong subconsciously put his legs together, as if he was saluting, and replied seriously.

"My suggestion is to set up a research center for TIPS surgery and bring Dr. Zheng to our home to specialize in TIPS surgery. The Nobel Prize requires a lot of surgery. On the one hand, the award is on the one hand, and according to my preliminary observation, the new surgical method can still benefit patients. ”

"Good!

At all costs!!

Resolutely complete the task !!"

After speaking, Director Kong hung up the phone.

His brow furrowed as if he were about to face a very difficult battle, and he was pondering how to arrange his troops.

The first patient for TIPS surgery was quickly sent out, Wang Qiang went to deliver the patient, and Gao Shaojie exchanged surgical experience with Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren glanced at it, but he didn't see Director Kong, for fear that the old comrade would stay up late last night and have a heart attack, so he asked Feng Xuhui to find it.

Feng Xuhui walked out of the operation room and saw Director Kong standing on the other side of the corridor, frowning and pondering.

"Director Kong, you are here, Mr. Zheng asked me to find you. Feng Xuhui greeted him with a smile.

"You're Manager Feng of Changfeng Minimally Invasive, right? Director Kong ignored Feng Xuhui's words and asked directly.

"I am. Feng Xuhui paused for a moment, Director Kong, this is ...... Why does it look so serious?

"Call the big boss of your company, Haicheng will come to me at eight o'clock tonight. ”

"......" Feng Xuhui was stunned, completely unaware of what was going on.

Even if Director Kong is the department director of the country's top large-scale tertiary hospital, he doesn't seem to have such status and qualifications.

Director Kong looked at Feng Xuhui's expression, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's not just you, there are other companies. It's just for the sake of Boss Zheng's face to give your company a chance. It doesn't matter if you don't come, see for yourselves. ”

After speaking, Director Kong walked back to the operation room.

Feng Xuhui was stunned, what does this mean?

He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't understand what Director Kong meant.

Since Director Kong came, Feng Xuhui felt that his sky had fallen.

Although there are immortals to guide the way, but he has just refused the company to transfer him overseas, and Mr. Zheng is going to the imperial capital......

Today, Feng Xuhui also cheered up and followed him to the Second Municipal Hospital. To this day, his heart is still up and down.

However, after thinking about it, Feng Xuhui still did not make an assertion, but dialed Ma Dong's phone.

Ma Quan is in a meeting, and the company is faced with a life-and-death decision.

Pak Sun International is facing bankruptcy and liquidation, and the company is meeting to discuss how to get a piece of the pie.

All the mobile phones of everyone attending the meeting were turned to silent, and only Ma Quan's mobile phone was placed in front of them.

Watching the heated debate between the company's financial boss and sales director, Ma Quan noticed that the mobile phone screen in front of him lit up.

His mobile phone was also silent, and when he glanced at the screen, he saw that it was Feng Xuhui calling, so he hung up the phone directly.

But it didn't take long for the phone to light up again.

MD, this little salesman, what a boldness! Ma Quan looked at the mobile phone screen coldly, and his ears were filled with the quarrel between the two capable generals under him, and he felt a little irritable.

It's obviously a good thing, but the company's ability is limited, and it can tear off a piece of meat at most, but it can't get a big cup of soup, which undoubtedly makes Ma Quan a little unhappy.

At this moment, Feng Xuhui still didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he called over and over again.

Little thing, look for death!

Ma Quan hung up the phone again.

But in less than ten seconds, the phone screen lit up again!

Ma Quanli was angry, and he slowly picked up the phone.

If Feng Xuhui doesn't give him an explanation, he must give Feng Xuhui an explanation!

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