"Hello Huang picked up a treasure? Not only did he have high technical skills, but he also solved the problem in the laboratory?" The nurse in the tour asked in surprise.

"The key is what they are trying to do?"

"It's not good to have so much money to do something, so I have to spend it into scientific research."

There are many different opinions, mainly because I can't understand why.

Deng Ming smiled, actually he knew that this was the norm.

My boss is nearly 80 years old, so I am still on the front line of clinical surgery every day. But there are fewer people like him, very few.

"By the way, Director Deng, why did Zhou Congwen attend the annual meeting of the Circulation Department? If Mr. Huang is invited, you should be with him."

"I can't do it. My level of cardiac interventional surgery is much worse, and I can only do it, which is equivalent to a professor in Fuwai. No matter how many, I dare not say it." Deng Ming told the truth.

"Ah? Where is Zhou Congwen?" asked the tour nurse.

"I don't know, but I heard that he had a Buga syndrome operation with a fluoroscopy machine at the Third Hospital of Jianghai City." Deng Ming smiled, "His level must be very high, but I don't know how high it is. Boss Su Yi is planning to take him for an operation."

“Huh?”

The nurses smelled something from Deng Ming's mysterious and sneaky expression.

As for introducing Zhou Congwen to the equipment nurse, no one mentioned it again.

There are so much money little rich women, regardless of whether they are beautiful or not, the young nurse has no chance, so why should they sprinkle salt on someone’s wounds?

"Hehe, didn't you see that the boss didn't have surgery today?" Deng Ming said.

"Yes, what is Mr. Huang doing? I thought the old man was feeling unwell." said the anesthesiologist.

"We are studying new surgery," Deng Ming said. "The boss has recently thought about a new surgery, which involves interventional treatment of vascular plaques at the location of the coronary artery bifurcation."

"No, should we find someone else? Mr. Huang, who is from cardiothoracic surgery."

"Same, same. If it is broken, we need to repair it in the cardiothoracic surgery department? Especially the new surgery, from thinking to forming, I don't know how many accidents will be. Without the mind to protect you, who dares to do it?" Deng Ming said gently to the doctor and nurse in the operating room.

"Old Huang still has such a great spirit!"

"Of course, Zhou Congwen has been here these days, but he should not have surgery in our Dawai operating room. He has to go to the interventional catheter room to study the new surgery."

"Half Huang can figure out a new technique by just thinking about it? This... is a bit too much. I don't respect the old man, but what Director Deng said is a bit too exaggerated." The anesthesiologist didn't believe it.

"Can we guess the boss?" Deng Ming said with a smile, "Let me tell you that my current level is not even half as good as the boss when he was young, and what is not as good as the scientific research ability."

"Director Deng, is it reliable?"

"The boss said it was basically reliable, and it was the kind of technique that could be written into the guide, which subverted traditional cognition."

"So awesome?"

"Of course, the boss has been researching recently. After Zhou Congwen comes, he may have to accompany the boss to make two."

Deng Ming knew they didn't believe it.

Academics does have nothing to do with status, but it is also related to what is secretly thrust.

Otherwise, no one would believe in the new technique, and only one's own boss has the vision!

"Cycling Internal Medicine... Hahaha, their head nurse told me something." The circuit nurse began gossiping, "Some time ago, a patient was pulled in to rescue him. After half an hour of heart compression and defibrillation, what's the use, and finally declared clinical death."

Deng Ming was about to walk out of the operating room and paused.

He still likes to listen to clinical gossip.

This is different from driving. Various clinical gossips indirectly illustrate the limitations of medicine. The boss likes to listen to this kind of thing most in his spare time. For him, this is entertainment.

"Everyone was exhausted. That night, 12 patients were rescued, and the doctors and nurses were so tired that they almost exhausted. The patient I just said was not saved, and no one could do anything. Finally, the young nurse who was studying was pressed for a few minutes to do their best."

"The little nurse didn't know anything. After pressing, she started to defibrillate. The energy she gave... It is said that the skin on the patient's chest was black and black at that time."

"I'll go... This is a disrespectful body." Deng Ming was speechless.

It is a small medical accident. If you study it in depth, the instructors will have to follow it and eat it.

"Director Deng, I won't take you as big as a hat." The nurse in the circuit said contemptuously, "When the defibrillator goes down, the skin is burnt, but guess what, the patient's heart rate is back. It is said that the hospitalization of the circulatory department was so scared that he couldn't stand up... Hahaha, I guess I was tired."

"This person's life is so great."

"Your Zhou Congwen goes to the circulation department for surgery. You must be better for the nurses in the training, otherwise those young nurses will not know anything. What if the defibrillator is pressed on Zhou Congwen's body?"

Deng Ming was speechless. This joke was not funny, but it was wrong at that time. The patient rescued was indeed very lucky.

"Have the patient recovered well?" Deng Ming asked.

"Okay, there is nothing wrong. I have been rescued for half an hour. My family has prepared all the shrouds at home, but there is nothing wrong with it. I have been discharged from the hospital. It is said that I bought a lot of things when I was discharged from the hospital, and I gave it three sides with the banner."

People are sometimes really lucky, Deng Ming turned around and went out.

When he arrived at the locker room, he took out the thermos and sat on the chair and thought quietly about Zhou Congwen.

The doctors who changed their clothes said hello to Deng Ming, and those who were familiar even made fun of the thermos. Deng Ming didn't care at all. He quietly thought about his cheap junior brother.

Is it possible to have a new procedure for circulatory intervention?

Deng Ming also had similar questions before Zhou Congwen had a sleeve stomp surgery, but Zhou Congwen used one surgery after another to tell Deng Ming that he was not only good, but also very good.

What a man, who would like to say no?

Hey, probably, Deng Ming thought for a long time and finally smiled, took out his cell phone and called Zhou Congwen.

"Director Deng, what's wrong?" Zhou Congwen's cheerful voice came from the phone. He was happy and seemed very happy.

Deng Ming was stunned.

During the annual meeting, the boss stood up and took the lead in applauding. The applause in the conference room was like a tide, but Zhou Congwen was very calm, just like the boss, as if he had seen countless similar scenes.

At that time, I didn’t smile and was not excited. What kind of happy event was this?

"Xiao Zhou, why are you so happy?"

"Ha, Director Deng, have you ever seen a mascot?" Zhou Congwen asked a stupid sentence.

"Mascot? What is that?"

"Director Xiao came to study and brought their treasures from the town. It's true that he took 18 patients a day today. I have to go to Zhang You to help me adjust a few beds."

"..." Deng Ming was silent.

"By the way, Director Deng, are you asking me for something?"
Chapter completed!