However, no matter how unexpected it was, Feng Xuhui tried his best to do what a professional manager should do.

Under his leadership, Zheng Ren and Su Yun successfully found Professor Pei's car.

A not-so-conspicuous Hongqi sedan looks like it was from ten or twenty years ago.

"Xiao Zheng, this side." Seeing Zheng Ren coming from afar, Professor Pei opened the car door and got out of the car and greeted him.

"Professor Pei, you are so polite." Zheng Ren quickly took a few steps to express his respect for his old comrades.

"You really gave me a difficult problem." Professor Pei smiled, and he could not tell the difficult problem.

Zheng Ren felt a little embarrassed and smiled shyly.

It is said that he and Professor Pei were just a chance meeting and had no close relationship. On the plane, he asked the tower to contact Professor Pei, which was helpless. He bet on Professor Pei's kindness as an old doctor for decades.

As expected, Zheng Ren won the bet.

Because of Professor Pei's kindness, because of his own... the systematic diagnosis is accurate.

"It's like this to be a doctor. You can always encounter all kinds of accidents. If you should take action, you can't be ruined by the current social atmosphere." Professor Pei patted Zheng Ren's shoulder with a little serious smile: "If you are not the place of practice, you cannot treat patients. What are the bullshit regulations!

Xiao Zheng, I am very satisfied with you."

Professor Pei said that a few years ago, an obstetrician and gynecologist helped someone deliver their baby on a train, but after success, he was sued by his family, saying that the place where the practicing physician practiced did not include the train or the location where the train was located at that time.

The matter ended with compensation and the disqualification of the doctor's professional qualification.

So after that, when the radio was on the train looking for medical staff, many doctors and nurses would pretend not to hear it.

This is how the atmosphere is ruined.

It is obvious that Professor Pei does not support this practice.

When a doctor encounters a sick patient, how can he not go to the diagnosis and treatment?

He expressed his recognition of Zheng Ren with his words and actions.

"It's all right." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Professor Pei, do you think Mr. Zheng goes to the hotel first or the hospital first?" Feng Xuhui stood aside and took the time to ask: "I booked a hotel for Mr. Zheng."

"Don't go to the hotel, go to the hospital guesthouse." Professor Pei waved his hand, got into the car, and signaled Zheng Ren to sit behind. Su Yun took a look, put the greeting in the trunk with the driver, and then sat in the passenger seat.

Feng Xuhui was in tears.

In order to make Zheng Ren, a potential young doctor, feel at home, he even paid a part of the money and booked a five-star hotel for him.

Unexpectedly...

guest House……

This name that many post-00s generations have never heard of has a rural atmosphere, as if it makes people go back thirty years ago.

Poor Mr. Zheng, he couldn't stay in a five-star hotel and wanted to stay in a guesthouse.

Although I think so in my heart, I must not show it on my face.

Manager Feng Xuhui and Manager Feng watched the black red flag car leave with a professional smile, and then got on his own car, followed the red flag, and left all the way.

In the Hongqi car, Zheng Ren sat upright and chatted with Professor Pei.

"Xiao Zheng, I didn't expect your diagnosis to be good." Professor Pei said with a smile, "Aortic dissection is not something that ordinary people dare to diagnose. Not to mention this, you dare to say it is of type 1."

"I have seen two cases and read some literature reports." Zheng Renke said politely.

"How sure are you?" Professor Pei was curious.

"80%?" Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment and gave a number. The diagnosis given by the big pig's hoof in the system should be fine, but he couldn't say he was 100% sure.

Zheng Ren thought from the perspective of others. Without any auxiliary diagnostic equipment on the passenger plane, he would never believe that anyone could accurately diagnose a type 1 aortic dissection aneurysm with experience alone.

"Are you very confident?" Professor Pei gently pointed his knees with his fingers, as if thinking about something. After a few breaths, he said, "The reason I believe in your judgment is because I have seen you have surgery."

Su Yun's ears moved. He sat in the passenger seat and played with his cell phone, but he seemed to be absent-minded and focused his energy on the conversation between Professor Pei and Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren nodded.

"It's good that you're sure. I'm so fucked me when I was dispatched to rescue him this time. If the diagnosis is wrong, those old guys will probably make me laugh to death."

In essence, people who engage in medical care are not much different from technical occupants. However, technical occupants only need to face computers, while medical occupants need to face all kinds of different groups of people.

But deep in the soul, there is a worship of technology.

With accurate diagnosis and proper treatment, such people are definitely the objects of worship by countless people.

But if you are self-righteous, the judgment of the condition is far from the actual situation, even if you don’t say it, all kinds of secret contempt are indispensable.

And those who do not value technology... are all the leaders of the institute.

Professor Pei’s meaning was already very clear. Zheng Ren thought about it and asked: “How is the patient now?”

"The blood pressure has been controlled and the 64-row CT is being performed." Professor Pei said.

...

...

At the same time, a hospital had a 64-row CT room.

An old professor with gray hair sat upright, as if he didn't hear the slight noise from the machine in front of him, and looked at the images on the screen with all his attention.

"Teacher, the patient is sent to the ward safely." A doctor in his thirties hung up the phone, walked in from outside, and whispered.

"Preparing preoperatively." The old professor looked at the screen and said calmly.

"Diagnosed?" The young doctor was surprised. There were only images of ordinary CT spiral tomography on the screen, and the 64-row three-dimensional reconstruction was still calculating in the system software.

"It should be a type 1 aortic dissection aneurysm. The diagnosis and treatment are timely and the tear is effectively controlled." The old professor said, pointing to a tomographic image with his finger and said, "We can see subtle changes here."

The young doctor frowned, it was obvious that the old professor's words had exceeded his cognition.

"When will your senior brother take the surgery?" asked the old professor.

"Today, three slow-diagnosis surgeries are being performed, and the second one is being performed."

"Tell him that I stopped the slow diagnosis surgery and rescheduled it." The old professor said: "I will do this emergency room first, and after the stage is opened, I will go to guide the surgery."

"Elephant trunk replacement?" The young doctor was eager to try. Obviously, he was particularly interested in the biggest surgery in cardiothoracic surgery.

"Um."

As we were talking, the three-dimensional reconstruction image has been established, and the images are uploaded one by one and displayed on the monitor.

5cm from the aorta, a tear point appeared in front of everyone.

The tearing position is not long, about 3-4cm, and the degree is not serious, and everything is still within the controllable range.
Chapter completed!