Deng Ming followed his boss nervously. While there was no one, the boss asked worriedly before he was about to rest, "Boss, are you sure about the surgery?"

"Not big." Huang Lao said lightly, as if he was going to have an emergency surgery on 912, and there was no change in the slightest because of the queen's identity.

"..." Deng Ming rarely hears such an answer in his boss's mouth.

Artificial arterial dissection is extremely dangerous in itself, but after all, it was a treatment opinion put forward by the boss, so Deng Ming still has a glimmer of hope.

At this time, when the boss said in person that there was little hope, Deng Ming was completely desperate.

He did not hesitate and stopped being gentle, but said directly, "Boss, if we don't have a big hope, we should not reach out."

"What afterwards?" Old Huang turned his head and looked at Deng Ming. "The coronary artery dissection is getting bigger and bigger. There is no good idea for general anesthesia. Is it possible to watch the patient die?"

"She is not a patient, she is the queen." Deng Mingqiang and his boss insisted on him and said bluntly, "If you don't do it, it has nothing to do with us; if you do it, once you fail, many people will be embarrassed."

"No matter what status or status, she is always a patient, this is the origin." Old Huang leaned on the chair, slowly closed his eyes, and his deformed right hand gently tapped the chair armrest.

The sound of dongdongdong was quite familiar, but at this moment it made Deng Ming a little annoyed.

He knew his boss was right, but he said so, is the truth?

After all, people are social creatures. How can they treat the patient as a sick elderly person without considering the status of the patient?

The boss's age and qualifications do... I can't think so.

However, that's the queen!

Without surgery, the Queen's treatment was done by Dr. Miyamoto from Shuntiantang Hospital. She had nothing to do with her boss and her own money.

But once he took over, Deng Ming could think of what kind of face Dr. Miyamoto from Shuntiantang Hospital would be.

Is it a mistake? Similar situations are common in clinical practice.

My boss is in 912 and doesn't care about these things with his identity, status, technology and prestige.

However, this is London, this is Wellington Hospital, the patient...

"Boss, let's stop doing it." Deng Ming begged.

"As a doctor, how can you watch the patient die when you have a way?" Mr. Huang sighed, "I have already made it clear, let them consider it."

“…”

"Deng Ming."

"exist."

"You are a little worse than Zhou Congwen, do you know how bad it is?" Huang Lao Youran said, without any nervousness. It seemed that he didn't care about the big things in front of him. He was only facing an ordinary emergency department and first aid. He did his best and had a clear conscience.

Deng Ming was amused and crying.

"I know what you think. Zhou Congwen is very strange, indeed very strange." Huang Lao said, "The first time I saw him, I felt a little familiar. It was not the smell of white Ganoderma lucidum, nor the posture of his walking. That familiarity... it was like we met many years ago."

"Boss, now is not the time to talk about this." Deng Ming's nervous body was a little stiff, and he held his hands in a lie, as if the thermos was in his palm.

His legs were shaking harder and harder. Huang Lao glanced at him and showed a smile.

"Come on a chat, you don't need to have surgery, why are you more nervous than me?"

Can you not be nervous? Deng Ming looked at his boss helplessly, not knowing what to say.

"What do you think of Zhou Congwen?"

"At first, I thought he was a young man with high talent. No matter what surgery he had, he would read it once, and he would understand it once he could get it. He could reach an extremely high level by starting his surgery. And his proficiency in the surgery improved rapidly." Deng Ming said in a singular manner.

"Boss, do you remember the first time you went to the Third Hospital of Jianghai City."

"At that time, Zhou Congwen's surgery was indeed good, but it was a little worse than mine. You also know that looking at this point, it seems that the level is not great, but at a certain level, it is extremely difficult to go half a step up."

"Well, Zhou Congwen's progress is very fast, and I feel it has nothing to do with daily training." Huang Laodao, "Surgery training is useful for grassroots doctors, graduate students, and doctoral students. But for you, you can only maintain the surgical state. I think it is the same for Zhou Congwen."

"Every time I see him, Zhou Congwen's surgery level will improve a lot." Deng Ming sighed, "I don't think he is like there is no bottleneck. However, Zhou Congwen respects you, and I have talked with him intentionally or unintentionally. Zhou Congwen told me that he is not interested in the position of director of 912, and said it calmly, so that I can rest assured."

"What Zhou Congwen said so directly?" Huang Lao asked.

"No, what he said is very obscure, I understand it this way." Deng Ming said, "It is understandable to improve the technical level, but you can see that the medical team led by Zhou Congwen is upright, and it is exactly the same as the way of doing things in 912."

"There is a skill called Su Hui." Huang Laodao, "What you should know is that you will know the principles of the world when you are born. In your 20s, it is the time to achieve results. After the age of 30, what you need to do is to maintain your current level."

"Boss, I can't imagine this situation." Deng Ming told the truth.

"Einstein is like this. Real geniuses are basically like this. It's really desirable." Huang Laodao.

Deng Ming knew that Einstein's major theories were founded between the ages of 20 and 30. Later, he wanted to establish a unified model, but he did not make any progress until he left the world.

This is a first-class intelligent person in human history.

And the boss actually elevated Zhou Congwen to this level! Even if he added Einstein in the medical field, Deng Ming felt that it was an over-reputation.

"I've told you to think about interventional surgery carefully, look at you..."

"Boss, I have so many talents. It's not that I don't think about it, but that I really can't do it." Deng Ming said.

"Wait, wait for Zhou Congwen to come, and reach a consensus between Wellington and No. 10 Downing Street."

"What should I do if the operation fails."

"There is no way, you can only do ultra-low temperature extracorporeal circulation as quickly as possible. Or you can try acupuncture anesthesia..."

Mr. Huang's voice became less and less. Deng Ming knew that his boss meant to do acupuncture and then open his chest to establish an extracorporeal circulation.

This is a good way to do an appendectomy, but the surgery in front of you is too big.

Alas, it would be great if Dr. Miyamoto didn't do it, Deng Ming suddenly thought of Dr. Miyamoto.

At the preoperative medical record seminar, Dr. Miyamoto was like a Teddy and looked like a tiddy and Deng Ming was always resentful of his boss's appearance.

Maybe I can just smile at myself, but I dare to break the boss's claws and the dog's paws!

Unfortunately, I couldn't do the surgery myself, so I waited for Zhou Congwen to instigate him.

Thinking of this, Deng Ming's legs suddenly stopped shaking.
Chapter completed!