Zheng Ren stepped down, tore off his sterile clothes, took off his glasses, and handed them over to Hu Yanhui in the operating room.

Mu Tao looked at the screen like a contemplator, blankly, without saying a word. He didn't even notice that Zheng Ren came out of the operating room.

Zheng Ren touched Mu Tao with his elbow and asked, "Old Mu, what are you thinking?"

"Don't move! I'll think about it." Mu Tao said motionlessly at the stationary screen.

He was chasing the fleeting inspiration in his mind, and he didn't even dare to say anything. He was afraid that once he interrupted, he would forget his thoughts that suddenly appeared.

Zheng Ren smiled. In fact, because of Mu Tao's progress, Zheng Ren also had some insights.

What he wants to do now is not to improve TIPS surgery, but to make it easier to find the puncture point before TIPS surgery.

If only one of the world can determine the puncture point, then the significance will not be very significant.

Zheng Ren did not disturb Mu Tao, but explained to Hu Yanhui a few words, asking her not to be late next time, so she went to change her clothes.

"Boss, Director Kong got off the plane." Su Yun also came to the locker room and raised his phone in his hand. All the friends on it posted pictures of the airport welcoming the heroes back.

The big red banners, flowers, praises, set off the tired faces of Director Kong and other old directors, and the young hospitalized officers were covered in dust.

According to Zheng Ren's understanding, the next welcome ceremony should be. As for whether the symposium and commendation meeting should be held today, it is estimated that it is unlikely.

"Somewhat regrets." Su Yun said.

"You don't feel regretful when you came back, there were no flowers or applause."

"How come it's so unqualified?" Su Yun contempts, "I just want to have a photo together when we get off the plane in Rongcheng."

Yes, this is also Zheng Ren’s regret.

It was too hasty at that time, and the wave-like ground made people frighten from the bottom of their hearts, so that everyone forgot that some people would never be able to leave that hot land for the rest of their lives.

But under the circumstances at that time, I got off the plane and received the mission and went straight to the center of the earthquake, which left regrets.

Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "Let's go see the patient."

"Go to Director Kong's house tonight. Do you want something delicious?"

"What to eat?" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.

"Boss, you don't want to go empty-handed." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren as if he was looking at a fool, "We have to go early and help us. As for you, we are responsible for talking with Director Kong."

"..." Zheng Ren was silent, and then thought about it. What Su Yun said made sense.

What to eat?

Zheng Ren thought while changing his clothes.

"You decide what to eat, I'll order it." Finally, Zheng Ren made up his mind.

"Eight thousand treasures?" Su Yun sneered.

"Yes, Yiren said that the ingredients in his house are relatively fresh." Zheng Ren said: "Director Kong returned from Cheyu. The food was too ordinary, so I'm afraid it would be bad. By the way, what wine did Director Kong like to drink?"

"Old comrades, they basically have an unreasonable belief in Moutai. If you bring wine, you should bring Moutai. Two...three bottles."

"At Director Kong's house, just drink less meaning. One bottle, you..."

"Wash your mouth?" Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and said contemptuously.

"It's almost done. If Director Kong gets drunk too much by you just after he comes back, it feels a little bad. Take a few days off first, and there are days to drink and chat in the future."

As he said that, Zheng Ren took out his cell phone and dialed a number out casually.

"Director, you didn't go to work."

"Hehe, I'm pretty good here. Take a few days off before going to work and take care of my health."

"Okay, I understand. I'll find time to go back to see you."

After a few simple words, Zheng Ren hung up.

Su Yun knew that the word director was spoken from Zheng Ren. Only Director Pan did not have the surname.

"The director is back?"

"Well, I got home the day before yesterday. When I was videotaping with him, I saw that the director looked a little bad. After all, I was old and I couldn't stand it if I was so troubled."

"Find time to go to the provincial capital for surgery and go back and take a look."

"A flying knife?"

"I guess the person who is looking for you to fly a knife is coming soon."

The two chatted for a while, changed their clothes, and rushed to the gastroenterology department.

Director Luo is not here, so he must have gone to pick up Director Kong and his party. He also said he wanted to come and have a look at the operation, and he probably has to wait for the next time.

The three patients on this side were lying on the hospital bed, without any pain, only incomprehension.

Zheng Ren knows this expression best. Patients probably have too many walls to seek medical treatment everywhere. Either they don’t know how to do TIPS surgery, or they feel that their level is not enough and that they have a high risk of doing TIPS surgery.

But when it comes to 912, it will be solved in more than ten minutes. Anyone thinks this is the same as dreaming.

Zheng Ren instructed the gastroenterology department to monitor the items after the general inpatient surgery, and then made an appointment to report the emergency test results and sent them to his mobile phone before leaving.

Although these are routines, Zheng Ren still talked about it again.

Then I went to general surgery and took a long walk before I went back.

From now on, every day of rounds will be the same as the Long March. Zheng Ren has this expectation in his heart.

The interventional department was a little free, and except for the hospitalization officer on duty, they all went to pick up Director Kong. Zheng Ren was about to enter the office, but a middle-aged man walked out anxiously and said in a pleading tone: "I really don't have time, please don't tell me."

When he met him, Zheng Ren looked at the middle-aged man in surprise, standing in the office behind him.

Chang Yue was a little confused and said nothing.

Zheng Ren rarely... has never seen Chang Yue have such an expression once. When communicating with the patient's family, Chang Yue always looks calm and becomes friends with the patient's family in a few words.

Zheng Ren felt inferior to this kind of skill in contact with people.

But...what is wrong?

"You are busy first, I really don't have time." The middle-aged man was afraid that Chang Yue would hold him, so he raised his phone and the green self-selected stocks on it. "I have already lost a lot. I have to hurry up and operate it. Don't tell me about saving tens of thousands of dollars, okay?"

As he said that, the man trotted out of the office.

Chang Yue stood in the office, so helpless and lonely.

"What's going on?" Su Yun raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Today, I will discharge the patient after the second phase of the operation and receive new patients. What did I say to him? He held a cell phone in his hand and refused to listen to a word." Chang Yue shook his head, with no expression on his face.

"The weak market rebounded, but it was thought that it was a rebound from the hourly line in the past, but the result was quite fierce. It was probably because he thought the bull market was coming." Su Yun said: "The decline broke through the center of consolidation, and I don't know how much it lost. If the principal was fine, if you brought the capital allocation, you would probably lose everything in this wave."

"Huh? You still understand this?"
Chapter completed!