Chapter 1315： Don't want to miss 1 billion

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At the end of the operation, Su Yun lazily sat on the podium of the lecture hall and explained the questions of dozens of experts and professors in Chinese.

Zhou Chunyong was dizzy, although he did not see it, but the changes in the way before and after the feelings were clear and clear, and the face was definitely a problem. Director Zhou looked tough, but after intervention, he had to wear dozens of pounds of lead clothing.

Plus the boss has no habit of eating...

Thinking of this, Su Yun smiled.

I have Zhou Chunyong's tired low blood sugar, and I don't know how many people will have low blood sugar later.

There are countless problems, but Su Yun is sitting on the Diaoyutai, and he does not panic and answer one by one.

Every time I can talk about the key points, let the questioner fall into a contemplative moment.

In less than half an hour, everyone is silent. Some face has a clear-minded look, while others are thinking hard.

Su Yun’s cell phone rang and he glanced at the phone.

"Feng, what happened?"

"Oh, the boss is going to go with the sunspots, okay. I forgot about this, are you all connected?"

"Well, that's it."

Su Yun did not deliberately control the volume, and even the microphone in front of him did not turn off, so he talked loudly about the phone.

This is the privilege of the technical superiors, Su Yun enjoys this feeling.

Under the stage, more than a dozen directors who have close ties with Zhou Chunyong have shown their contemplation. Obviously, Zheng boss is going to fly a knife.

The simultaneous interpretation of more than 20 foreign experts has translated Su Yun’s phone call.

After 1235 seconds, a Swiss expert stood up and asked, "Is Dr. Zheng going to other places for surgery?"

"Yes, tomorrow's plane." Su Yun replied lazily.

Many experts and professors who have seen the 20 operations have not finished. When they heard that there is surgery, they immediately began to ask where to do it.

These people are all aware of surgery. Although the technical level is uneven, the gap is not large.

There are two domestic directors who are a little bit worse, not too understandable. If no one is vying, they will be so confused.

Can you ask Zhou Director to go to the flying knife, you can't make it yourself.

But the scenes in front of them far exceeded their expectations. I want to go, but I have to hesitate to see foreign experts and domestic colleagues go with me.

If you don't go, it seems to have missed a billion.

I want to learn and I am afraid that I missed a million thoughts in sowing, brewing, fermentation, and then burst out.

Su Yun didn't have time to take care of this group of people, they just opened the map nc. After the operation is finished, the problem is explained, and the fee is calculated. The rest is whatever you want.

As for going back to do not do tis surgery, the relationship is not big. The second batch of people who came to study have already sent emails to Zheng Ren in the same way as crazy people.

He picked up his phone and wrote the address of the flying knife on the blackboard. Not much explanation, go straight out of the ladder to show the classroom.

When he left, the ladder began to boil in the classroom.

Simultaneous interpreters book tickets for foreign experts.

Only 12 hours, there are very few flights to the plane, there is no location.

After a quarrel, the Swiss professor picked up his mobile phone and called the emperor's consulate for help.

His move reminded others.

More than 20 foreign experts and professors belong to 9 countries.

At this moment, the emperor trembled slightly.

The ambassadors of the nine consulates received almost all the help calls from domestic medical experts. After they wrote down the matter, they called the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

The radio waves were transmitted over the Imperial Capital. The demonstration operation has become a diplomatic event, but Zheng Ren does not know how busy it is.

After he stepped down, he calmed Zhou Chunyong's two sentences and agreed to see him in his office. He followed Zhu Liangchen to see patients with gastric artery embolism.

"Zheng boss, you said the stomach of the sclerotium, really detected." Zhu Liangchen while walking to introduce the patient's situation.

"Yeah." Zheng Ren should have a voice.

In his opinion, it is ok to detect it. If it is not detected, it will be big!

"It is indeed that I did not pay attention to it, and the clinical work is still inadvertent." Zhu Liangchen began to self-review, "Now the patient's blood in the stool has disappeared, and the treatment is being carried out according to your doctor's advice."

"Let's continue." Zheng Rendao "After 1 week, check an abdominal ct and send me a look at the film."

Zheng Ren is the director, Zhu Liangchen is like a small doctor. One under the doctor, the other is constantly.

"Zheng boss, what should the operation of this patient do?" Zhu Liangchen tempted to ask.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Zheng Ren said in a truth, "My face is too busy recently. Dr. Mehar's heart surgery is done. I have to do the embolization of the prostate for two days. I have no time to accompany me. Children fly to Inner Mongolia."

Although Zhu Liangchen has a slight belly, but dare to say.

He accompanied the laughter and led the way ahead. The waist is slightly bent, very diligent, and where can I see the old Zhu Laowu.

The two first looked at the patient's recent tests, and Zheng Ren had a number in his heart, and then went to check the body.

The physical examination and the system diagnosis confirmed that the risk of bleeding in the patient did disappear temporarily.

"Director Zhu, the patient is relatively stable, but the medicine still has to be used for a while." Zheng Ren said in the ward.

The mother of the small patient looked at the two white-skinned Zhu Liangchen's waist slightly, and the little doctor around him was so arrogant that he told the director.

She felt weird but didn't speak.

"Zheng boss, I wrote down." Zhu Liangchen held a book in his hand and wrote the words of Zheng Ren on the above with a ball pen.

It seems that he was still a small doctor twenty or thirty years ago, when he followed the director to check the house.

Zheng Ren also explained a few points that need attention, and went out with Zhu Liangchen.

The patient's mother stunned Zheng Boss? This name sounds familiar.

She pondered over her thoughts, but in the end she couldn’t think of the boss Zheng himself who had heard of it.

"Mom, I don't want to eat at night." The girl said with care.

"No, Director Zhu said, you should drink less porridge. Otherwise, the stomach will be hungry and smaller, and finally don't shrink." The woman said.

"Responsible director, you see that he can't stand up to talk to the little doctor. I knew it was better, so I would rather do it in Lin Biao."

Lin Jiaojiao, for a moment, the woman thinks of what Lin Jiaojiao said.

Zheng Boss, isn't Lin Jiaojia want to find someone for himself? After a big lap, I finally returned to the original point.

No, the situation is much worse than the original point. The postoperative response was heavy, as Lin Jiaojia described, even more than she described.

I knew it early... I didn’t come here, and the woman thought, some regrets.