The car soon drove to a beautiful, semi-open area, a three-storey building with a huge floor area standing among the green grass.

"Boss, this is the intensive care section of the Carolinsian Institute of Medical Surgery in Stockholm. Professor Rudolf Wagner said: "I'll go through the formalities for you in a moment, and there will be a very strict security check at the entrance. ”

"Who is here to diagnose and treat recently?" Su Yun sighed and asked with a particularly absent-minded look.

Instead of having a big mouth, the professor remained silent. silently asked for Zheng Ren and Su Yun's passports, and he got out of the car.

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

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

"No, it won't. Zheng Ren smiled, "After so many years of operation, there must be difficulties, but they will not be overcome." And, as a full-fledged doctor, the first thing to consider is not the postoperative benefits, but the consequences of failed surgery. ”

"Are you so sure that Fugui'er has no desire for profit?"

"It's okay, Fugui'er looks rough, but her mind is still very delicate. Zheng Ren said: "We don't have to argue, whether we can see Dr. Mehal, or whether we can operate, it means that Fuguier has no backup here." ”

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

"Oh, the desire for profit is consumed, and you have to have the ability to take it. Zheng Ren smiled: "It doesn't matter. Besides, isn't there still you? ”

"You know how to pretend to be stupid all day long, why don't you come to run 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, to you, doesn't it sound full of force? But it's just not interested, it's not interesting." If you have this time to watch a group of foreigners intrigue, you might as well have a few more surgeries. ”

"You ......"

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

"Teaching?TIPS surgery?" Su Yun frowned, "You're not afraid of being robbed of your job?"

"There are two problems with what you said. First, the doctor is benevolent, and everything must be done from the ......"

"Shut up, I didn't wake up, pour me a belly of chicken soup, and be careful that I'm not polite to you. Su Yun rudely interrupted Zheng Ren's words.

"Huh. Zheng Ren didn't get angry, but smiled and continued: "Second, rob me of 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 Carolinska Institute of Medical Surgery in Stockholm, smiled, and asked.

I'll go...... Su Yun's brain made up Zheng Ren's later words - I'm not saying that someone, everyone here is rubbish.

Su Yun felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Shouldn't this kind of forced words be said by yourself?

Who the hell gave him confidence!

But when I calmed down and thought about it, what Zheng Ren said was true.

Su Yun couldn't even find a negative example.

If it is said that 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 how high it is, not necessarily.

But if it's interventional...... Think all over the world...... Even Professor Rudolf Wagner knelt so thoroughly that Su Yun really couldn't find an example that could slap his face.

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

"Then it's ordered, go back and contact Director Kong, the first batch of patients will do teaching surgery. Zheng Ren said: "Hurry up and train all the people, so that the new technique can be rolled out across the country as soon as possible." ”

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

One person must not be able to do it.

But...... Isn't this a good deal to make money? Isn't this a good deal to make money? There is a lot of traffic outside the door, it is difficult to find a registered ticket, and a bed in the hospital can be fried for 350,000 yuan in red envelopes.

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

In this world, is there really a saint? No! Absolutely impossible! Su Yun frowned and pondered, and ten minutes later, when Professor Rudolf Wagner walked out, Su Yun slapped his thigh and almost jumped up.

"Boss, you're doing a good move! High! It's so high!" Su Yun showed a rare look of admiration on his face.

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

What's so high? What kind of awesome thing are you going to do? Why don't you know?

Su Yun didn't explain, just looked at Zheng Ren with an expression that I know what you are going to do, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Boss, the formalities are done, we can go to the observation room outside the ward to see Dr. Mehal. Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed to have something on his mind, and his voice was slightly muffled.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun got out of the car and followed the professor all the way into the small building of the Carolinsian Institute of Medical Surgery in Stockholm.

The décor here resembles the underground research institute in Resident Evil.

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

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

The elevator was big, spacious and quiet.

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

In the observation room, an old man lying in the ward was clearly visible. His body is full of tubes, and countless machines make subtle noises, proving that modern humans are using the most advanced technology to delay the arrival of death.

Several doctors were attentively observing and recording, they looked very young, but they were very serious.

"Boss, it's Dr. Merhal inside. The professor looked a little depressed and extremely depressed, "Severe coronary artery occlusion, more than 95% of three blood vessels are blocked at the same time. Now we rely on extracorporeal membrane lungs to relieve the burden on the heart, and at the same time seize the time to find a cure. ”

"Hmm. Zheng Ren nodded, these have been seen from the system panel in the upper right side of the field of vision.

"Where's the film?" asked Jung-in.

The professor then spoke to a young doctor who was observing the changes in Dr. Mehar's condition.

After showing his ID, the young doctor took notes and retrieved the sketches of Dr. Mehal's coronary angiogram from his computer.

It seems that at the time of the myocardial infarction, cardiac interventional surgery had already been done.

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

But it doesn't matter, since it's your own patient...... Think of Dr. Mehar as his own patient, then the important thing is to watch the film, see the patient, and then the surgery.

Zheng Ren thought very simply, sat directly in front of the machine, and began to read the film.

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