Zheng Ren nodded, his eyes bent slightly, as if he was smiling.

"After the operation, go to my place to take a look? The patient with gastric artery embolization will be treated as your doctor's advice. He is now in a much better condition." Zhu Liangchen said.

Zhou Chunyong felt a little sick, but more surprised.

How could he not know what Zhu Liangchen's temper is? This guy is going to be back? According to his understanding of Zhu Liangchen, this is simply impossible!

But seeing his eyebrows lowered and his eyes were looking down, he probably had kneeled. He was still scrambling with him to kneel down to see who's more posture.

Zhou Chunyong thought about it again and said that Zhu Liangchen would not kneel down or not. With Director Kong's relationship, Boss Zheng was afraid that he would not be able to ignore his face.

It was too early to put it on himself. Boss Zheng was so kind, probably not... The more he thought about it, the more he was, the gap was opened.

Following to Inner Mongolia, what's the longer road? Zhu Liangchen can't do it, he has to do it himself. Zhou Chunyong made up his mind and immediately started to do what he had done after the math.

"Okay, go and take a look after the operation."

"Boss Zheng, I have arranged a meal here, you must eat it." Zhou Chunyong knew about Zheng Ren helping Zhu Liangchen save the Taiwan Strait, and that time Zheng Ren left without eating a bite of the meal.

On the one hand, he wanted to bring his relationship with Zheng Ren closer, but on the other hand, he brought up old things again, which disgusted Zhu Liangchen.

Zheng Ren didn't care about these intriguing tricks and didn't care about it at all. He smiled and said, "You can go and eat it after a glance, but it won't be long, and you will have to catch a plane tomorrow."

Thinking of this, Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.

What should Heizi do? Several people have left. Does Heizi need to be foster care?

"Feng." Zheng Ren shouted.

Feng Xuhui came to Zheng Ren from a corner that was invisible.

"Here I ask me what the procedures are required for pet consignment. If there is time, please contact Yiren and go and handle pet consignment." Zheng Ren said.

"Okay." Feng Xuhui didn't ask why at all, and took the order and left.

Before leaving, he specifically explained to Liu Xiaojie what the box contained something that Boss Zheng might need, for fear that Liu Xiaojie would have a hand, and that the operation would be delayed in special circumstances.

Even though he was only familiar with the tips surgery at his core, Feng Xuhui was still cautious.

Zheng Ren smiled and drove him away. He had himself on this side, but he still didn't know the consumables?

In his eyes, Liu Xiaojie was not a pretty girl who had just graduated. Zheng Ren, who was in the late stage of face-blindness, looked like he had mosaics. Only when he met many times did this mosaic gradually fade away.

Liu Xiaojie was just a laborer who helped pull the box. As for whether it was a man or a woman, Zheng Ren seemed to have forgotten it.

Channel 8...

Channel 9...

...

Channel 12...

Zhou Chunyong became more and more excited as he did, and he became more and more smoothly as he did.

That ceiling is broken and will break at any time.

After stepping down, Zhou Chunyong's hands trembled slightly, which was excited. He forced himself to stop him from thinking that Boss Zheng was old and could not go to the operating table.

The thirteenth surgery.

"Pa~" hemostatic forceps hit the radial diameter process.

"Director Zhou, this is the third time this is the same problem. Pay attention next time." Zheng Ren said lightly.

As he finished speaking, Zhou Chunyong, who was beside him, fell down softly, and the guide wire in his hand pulled out along the blood vessels.

Zheng Ren quickly and quickly grabbed the guide wire and nothing happened.

He looked back at Zhou Chunyong. The background of the system panel was slightly red and it was written clearly.

"Please help Director Zhou go out for a rest, and give 50l50 glucose intravenously. By the way, give Director Zhou another bottle of 10 glucose." said Zheng Ren and the professor who was preparing to press behind him.

The professor who led the group was already confused.

Director Zhou is dying? No.

However, from early morning to now, the surgery has been faster and faster, but Shuimi has not had tooth injections for most of the day.

Wearing a lead suit of dozens of kilograms, standing for six or seven hours without even drinking saliva, the possibility of hypoglycemia is very high.

The professor led the group quickly greeted the nurses, and several people carried Zhou Chunyong in in a row.

Zhou Chunyong was still conscious, but he was not very clear.

After leaving the operating room, he saw Zhu Liangchen stand up and tried hard to squeeze the last bit of strength in his body, "Go and match Boss Zheng."

After saying that, he no longer had the energy to say even a single word.

Zhu Liangchen wants to have his own surgery? Just kidding! Even if he is breathing, he can't let him do it.

This is Zhou Chunyong's last consciousness.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhou Chunyong woke up.

He found himself lying on the sofa with a drop of drip next to him, and the nurse half-squatted aside and was measuring the trace amount of blood sugar.

"It's okay." Zhou Chunyong said powerlessly.

"Director Zhou, I'm so scared." The head nurse looked at the 84ol/l value on the trace blood glucose meter and was relieved.

"Has he been hypoglycemia?" Zhou Chunyong smiled bitterly, "He is so old."

"The first measurement was 12, and now it's much better." said the head nurse.

Zhou Chunyong didn't even listen, and sat up slowly, looked at Zhu Liangchen without surgery, and then felt relieved.

"Xiao Zhou, don't work too hard," Mr. Lin said slowly.

"Old Lin, I'm not..." Zhou Chunyong smiled bitterly, glanced at Zhu Liangchen, and did not continue talking.

This is not the time to show off.

I really waited for that ceiling... It was wrong. I seemed to feel a little abnormal when I fainted due to hypoglycemia.

He struggled to stand up, soaked in his isolation suit soaked in sweat.

Even there is a trace of a human figure on the sofa.

Zhou Chunyong shook his head as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Director, you are lying down." The head nurse said quickly: "I was going to carry you to the duty room just now. You didn't give in. Do you still remember this?"

"I don't remember." Zhou Chunyong stretched out his hand, "Sweet Water."

The head nurse immediately opened a bottle of 10 of glucose and handed it to Zhou Chunyong.

Gudu, Zhou Chunyong drank the glucose in one breath, looked at the screen on the operating table, and estimated the time.

Absorb 5 minutes to replenish the water that is missing in the body. You should be able to recover some of your physical strength.

I barely tried it on stage to see if my technical level has really improved.

At his level, it would take a lot of effort to improve even if it was a little bit. Once there was a breakthrough, if you didn't try it immediately, Zhou Chunyong felt that he couldn't sleep at night.

At this moment, Zhou Chunyong didn't care about Zhu Liangchen's presence. All he thought about was going to go on stage! Go for surgery!

"Xiao Zhou, take care of your health." Old Lin dissuaded.

"It's okay, Mr. Lin." Zhou Chunyong was not very polite, wiped his sweat and looked at the operation inside through the leaded glass.

The moment Zheng Ren turned around and stepped down, Zhou Chunyong barely stood up.

The airtight lead door opened and Zheng Ren walked out.

"Director Zhou, lie down quickly." Zheng Ren said: "The next time you have surgery, you still have to eat something in the middle."

"No, no, I will follow the surgery after stepping down." Zhou Chunyong forced a smile.

"The surgery? The patients have all done it." Zheng Ren said.

Zhou Chunyong's eyes turned dark and he almost fainted again.

How long have I been lying down? Why did Boss Zheng treat all the patients? He burst into tears in his heart, my patient!
Chapter completed!