"Boss, please rest assured." Professor Rudolf Wagner restored his scholarly expression and said to Zheng Ren very seriously: "When you come on stage, you will treat me as an intern. As long as you do something wrong, you will beat me and kill me."

"..." Zheng Ren looked at the professor and expressed doubts about his attitude.

"Please believe in my sincerity." Professor Rudolf Wagner said sincerely: "I swear to the lamp, I just..."

"Do you know what it means to swear to lights?" Zheng Ren asked.

"When I was learning Chinese, I watched a lot of movies. In one movie, I said to the lights." The professor said: "I feel that lights must be the kind of sacred fire, a symbol of holy and undesecration."

"Oh, then if you understand this way, I will take it seriously." Zheng Ren was thinking about how to do the system task. The professor swears and gives him some confidence.

With prostate interventional embolization, Zheng Ren thinks it would be good for the professor to be able to achieve his level in the imperial capital. And his current level? I guess the professor will never be able to do it in his life.

Anyway, it’s just a teaching. The specific acceptance level of the professor may involve the quality of the reward, just do your best.

After the room checkup, Zheng Ren went to the ICU again to take a look at the patient who had been postoperatively yesterday.

The patient is in a stable state and has good access. It will take at least one or two days if it is offline.

Su Yun had a little black hair on his forehead, but he was still sitting at the head of the bed, with all kinds of liquids placed on the treatment car next to him.

He held an A4 paper in his hand, recorded the latest routine urine test, and then began to calculate and re-place the liquid.

"Su Yun, thank you for your hard work." Zheng Ren said: "I'm going to do an interventional embolization surgery. Do you want to see it?"

"What's the best thing?" Su Yun said listlessly, as if he had been tossing hard last night.

"Okay, you can take some time to rest."

"I know." Su Yun was a little impatient, and was full of anger at getting up. He waved his hand and drove Zheng Ren away like a flies.

After leaving the ICU, Zheng Ren was about to go back to the ward to pick up the patient and took Professor Rudolph Wagner to the surgery directly.

When he entered the emergency room, Zheng Ren suddenly saw a man carrying a load, a little cramped, and he was standing carefully in the corridor.

Chang Yue talked to him enthusiastically, and pulled him into the office while talking.

Why do you still carry a burden? Judging from Chang Yue's appearance, he seems to be a patient from the past?

Zheng Ren walked over and Chang Yue said happily: "Mr. Zheng, Angkor is here to see you."

"Uh..." Angkor? Who is that? Zheng Ren glanced at the person carrying the load. He looked at the person who was in his fifties, with a frost on his face and deep wrinkles.

This... it should be more appropriate to call it uncle.

Seeing Zheng Ren confused, Chang Yue immediately said: "When I first came, you picked up hernia patient in the emergency room."

"Oh!" Zheng Ren suddenly realized, "Old Wu, how are you in good health? Are you recovering well?"

"Okay, okay! There is nothing to do." Old Wu smiled honestly, put down the burden, and wanted to shake hands with Zheng Ren, but he was a little embarrassed, for fear that his hands would be dirty, so he wiped his hands repeatedly on the clothes.

Zheng Ren hurriedly reached out his hand and held his hand enthusiastically.

One hand is callused, stiff, like a stone.

"Old Wu, after going back to remove the stitches, it's all okay." Zheng Ren asked nonsense.

"It's very good. Now there's no delay in any work." Old Wu smiled foolishly, "Isn't this a big deal? I've deducted several greenhouses and planted some vegetables."

As he said that, he pointed to the burden.

"I have been thinking about looking at my benefactors, but there is nothing we can do in our bunch." Lao Wu said: "These dishes are all farm fertilizer, so they are bright."

"This is so polite." Zheng Ren looked at the two burdens and wanted to recall the patient's home address.

But at that time, Chang Yue had already been taken back by Director Pan. He was only responsible for the operation and was not responsible for the specific writing work. He had no impression of the patient's home address.

"You are my benefactor. This little thing is not expensive and nothing." Old Wu smiled silly.

"Mr. Zheng, Wu Xiaomei has officially joined a girl group in the Magic City." Chang Yue was very happy. Zheng Ren could tell that it was from the heart. "I just remitted my salary a few days ago."

"Yeah, it's not bad." Zheng Ren was also very surprised.

"Zhou Jinxi is a pillar of the stage. I heard from Wu Xiaomei that Xiao Zhou always nags you." Chang Yue's smile suddenly became a little ambiguous.

Zhou Jinxi? Who is that? Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment before remembering the model who had the non-invasive appendectomy.

Thinking of Zhou Jinxi, his slender, tense, and powerful long legs appeared in front of Zheng Ren. This was Zheng Ren’s only impression of her.

He smiled, not caring about Chang Yue's words at all.

"Boss, let's go on stage." Professor Rudolf Wagner couldn't wait.

"Oh." Zheng Ren said: "Old Wu, I have surgery. You can go into the house and sit there for a while. Wait until I step down at noon to go out for lunch together."

"No, no." Old Wu rubbed his hands and said, "I got up early and thought that you were busy, afraid of going on stage for surgery. Just catch up, just catch up."

As he said that, he began to move the green vegetables on the load down.

Zheng Ren is not pretentious, it would be boring if he is polite at this time.

People carry a load and don’t know what kind of transportation to come to Haicheng. The hardships and sufferings along the way are more expensive than vegetables, and the most important thing is that this is a kind of heart.

Giving goose feathers thousands of miles away is light and affection is heavy.

This is probably the case.

"You are busy, I'm going back now." Old Wu smiled silly after taking off the vegetables, then firmly rejected Chang Yue and Zheng Ren's statement, and left as if he was running away with a load.

Looking at the room full of various vegetables, Zheng Ren smiled.

"Let's find someone to divide it." Zheng Ren said: "By the way, remember to give one to Director Pan."

"I know." Chang Yue's smile disappeared and he said coldly.

Zheng Ren knew that she had such a temper, so he didn't mind. He called Professor Rudolph Wagner and Oliver Jr. and pushed the patient to the operating room in a wheelchair.

The operating room is ready.

As soon as the patient arrived, Xie Yiren began to be busy and prepared various equipment, consumables, wire guides, and catheters for Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren is still the same rule, inserting the 64-row CT three-dimensional reconstruction images into the video viewer, carefully studied it, and the last time the virtual surgery was in his mind.

Professor Rudolf Wagner did not watch with Zheng Ren, but was busy making preoperative preparations.

When the puncture began, the professor shouted Zheng Ren, "Boss, I'm going to puncture here."

Zheng Ren responded, went to wear lead clothes, brushed his hands on the stage.

The professor was a little nervous, after all, this was a long-awaited day. Although he was a little too busy yesterday, which led to a little less energy today, he still cheered up and seriously performed femoral artery puncture.

One injection, blood was seen.
Chapter completed!