"Director, Dr. Zheng's interventional embolization is my...it must be the top in the world." Director Jing changed the attribution once, but still felt that it was not enough.

It's just the top in the world? It doesn't seem to be possible.

He studied at the Johns Hopkins Hospital in the United States. He had seen surgery to remove the lumbar transverse artery before the lumbar spine. Even the interventional university cattle at the Johns Hopkins Hospital, which is as famous as the Mayo Clinic, would not make the surgery like this.

But if Director Jing wants to change the new word, he can't even think of it even if he racked his brains in a short period of time.

The world's top spot is already the most awesome adjective in Director Jing's three views. What else should I do? No matter how awesome it is, Director Jing really doesn't know what to say.

"Yeah." Dean Yan didn't say anything, but just hunched with his nose.

They were talking, and Xie Yiren walked in from the door, carrying a white metal box in his hand.

Xiao Yiren walked around and tried not to disturb the directors and the leaders of the hospital.

"Yiren?" Director Kong wanted to ask about Xie Yiren's situation in Haicheng. Xie Yiren was not prepared. As soon as he turned around, the lower right corner of the metal box happened to hit Zhao Wenhua hiding in the corner and staring blankly.

"What are you doing!" Zhao Wenhua covered her legs and glared at Xie Yiren.

"Sorry, Professor Zhao." Xie Yiren quickly apologized, "I'm really sorry, sorry."

"What are you carrying?" Director Kong cleared the situation.

When I got off the plane, I saw Boss Zheng carrying this box and knew it was a gift from Dr. Charles to Zheng Ren. But I didn't expect that Xie Yiren would take it to the operating room. It was just that Zhao Wenhua actually yelled at Boss Zheng's girlfriend. Director Kong didn't want to see Boss Zheng and Zhao Wenhua in the operating room where blood splashed five steps.

"Director Kong is the surgical instrument given to Zheng Ren by a doctor from Mayo." Xie Yiren said softly, without being nervous or cramped, and generous. She flashed her big eyes and instantly understood that Director Kong was helping her.

"Uh..." Zhao Wenhua was stunned for a moment.

"Zheng Ren asked for disinfection before the operation. I think the external chest surgery has been completed, and I probably can't use it, so I took it out." Xie Yiren smiled slightly and explained.

"Is it a small gift from Mayo's doctor?" Dean Yan suddenly became interested. He sat on the chair, twisted his body slightly, and asked Shay's face.

"It should be."

President Yan was a little happy.

I heard Ye Qingqiu say that Zheng Ren was hired as a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic. This kind of thing can be true or false, big or small. Although a visiting professor can prove Zheng Ren's status and surgical level, he always feels that he is too young and a little unstable.

The gift given by a doctor from Mayo is a surgical instrument, which gives more interpretations.

"What manufacturer is it? Let me open my eyes." President Yan smiled rarely and said gently.

"Oh." Xie Yiren looked up and saw through the leaded glass that Zheng Ren had stepped down, so he walked over, put the white metal box in front of the screen of the operating table, and opened the box.

The box is exquisitely designed, and all three-dimensional spaces are used to the fullest. Five levels are opened up, down, left and right, silently, and nearly a hundred surgical instruments are displayed in front of everyone.

The knowledgeable Dean Yan was also stunned. This was definitely not a standard equipment produced by the manufacturer, but a privately customized surgical equipment!

Everyone present is a top-notch expert in the medical field in China, with various manufacturers and brands of surgical instruments.

Just one look, I knew it was a customized surgical instrument, and the advantage level had reached the perfect level.

It's good, but the price is definitely the world's top. Even the director of 912 would not have customized so many things for no reason.

Director Jing got closer and saw the most clearly.

The surgical instruments were in the white box, looking at him coldly like countless charming girls. Although they were indifferent, Director Jing still ignored the existence of the dean and couldn't help but stretch out his hand, gently brushing a bleeding-resisting pincer across the tip of his fingers.

There is also the residual heat just after disinfection, which is as warm as a lover's hand.

Unfortunately, there was no adze and axe saw. It was probably not the person who sent the surgical instruments to the orthopedics. Director Jing felt a little regretful, but just a handful of hemostatic forceps caught his soul away.

It was not enough to just touch it. Director Jing gently took out the hemostatic pliers. The hand was light and hard, and the clamp position was almost accurate to the nanoscale.

All the surgical instruments I had seen before were eclipsed in front of this hemostatic forceps.

Director Jing felt the warmth. He stretched out his left hand and gently flicked the hemostatic forceps with his fingers to feel the texture.

It feels like a rare metal, hard but extremely tough. If this is used to make it... Director Jing's heart is in full swing.

Director Kong is an interventional doctor. He usually uses hemostatic forceps and other surgical instruments less often, so he doesn’t feel much.

But when he saw Director Jing’s appearance, he knew it was a treasure.

"Who gave it to Dr. Zheng?" Although President Yan also felt that this set of surgical instruments was good, he had been out of clinical practice for decades. These gorgeous girls-like surgical instruments could not make him feel much.

The point that President Yan paid attention to was what the personal relationship between Zheng Ren and Mayo Clinic was like.

"It was Dr. Charles Moore who gave me." Zheng Ren walked out of the operating room, was slightly stunned, feeling a little unhappy, and walked through the crowd, blocking the silver-white box, stopping the coveted gaze of others.

"Charles Moore? Yes..."

"I used to be a surgeon, but later I was engaged in basic research and won the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine twenty-eight years ago." Zheng Ren explained to Dean Yan, while almost snatching the hemostatic forceps from Director Jing and put them in the box, then closed the box.

Dean Yan was stunned for less than 0.1 second. Seeing Zheng Ren's childish movement, he smiled slightly and said, "Dr. Charles gave you surgical instruments, so you must use them well in treating diseases and saving people."

"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded. At this moment, he felt countless hostile gazes.

If a box of US dollars was placed here, I would probably not have so many greedy and hostile gazes. But for doctors, especially surgeons, it goes without saying what a box of privately customized surgical instruments means.

Zheng Ren blocked the white box with his body and did not look at those coveted gazes.

“How many times can it be disinfected?”

"It is said that I will never use it in my life."

"What should I do if the surgical blade?" President Yan asked carefully.

"This is a headache. The ordinary blade cannot be pressed in. It is too thick. You need to customize the blades at the manufacturer in Osterlai Town. Dr. Charles gave me 300." Zheng Ren replied.
Chapter completed!