Mao Chi was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly helplessly.

He didn't know if Dr. Su would do this, and it was very likely to be a joke. But who dares to bet on such a thing? If you really add this sentence?

I heard that his posting of top sci is like playing. If you really add a sentence in it... this possibility is even smaller, but who knows.

If it is to become a fact, wouldn’t it be shameless for the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University?

Seeing that Sun Chao's face was as tight as eggplant, Mao Chi quickly smoothed out, "Doctor Su, this is too expensive."

"Just kidding, Director Mao." Su Yun smiled and was in a good mood. "You are so serious in your surgery? Just as serious as my boss? If you do this, it would be too boring."

“…”

mmp!Sun Chao cursed in his heart.

"The pliers are made of alloys. If the world is destroyed, they are probably still there, carrying our memories until tens of millions of years later, they were discovered by a group of monkeys." Su Yun nagged, "Old Zhao, you send the patient to the ICU, I'm leaving."

Zhao Yunlong found that he was the most innocent one.

"Old Zhao, what's your expression?" Su Yun glanced at Zhao Yunlong and said, "It's very comfortable to lose your pupils when you are empty. Recommended."

After saying that, he left carelessly.

Old He smiled, "I'm too anxious today and don't give myself time to give me good luck before the operation."

Without good luck, Brother Yun became much more active on the operating table.

Looking back now, it seems that the singing of good luck has the effect of making Yun Ge'er concentrate.

Every time I play this song as background music, Brother Yun will talk much less.

Boss Zheng is really powerful, and he knows this!

...

Zheng Ren got off the stage, went to the operating room first, and said a few words to Feng Xuhui.

Xiao Feng was on call, and Zheng Ren knew how much enthusiasm and concentration had been poured into it. After the operation was completed, he always felt that he had something to do without saying a few words.

If it were in Haicheng, Zheng Ren would not have realized this.

The surgery was performed one by one, and his stone was also changing little by little.

"Is Xiaojie's friend better with lightning-striking pain?" Zheng Ren sat in front of the computer and asked while watching the images of Professor Rudolph Wagner's surgery.

"It's better." Liu Xiaojie replied immediately: "After three weeks, it will be a little better every day."

"It'll be better slowly. Fuguier, come." Zheng Ren said.

"Gaha, boss?" Professor Rudolf Wagner kept standing beside Zheng Ren, and he heard him call him and said directly.

"When you lower the vein filter, you have some problems with your hand shape when you do this exercise, which causes you to be about 1 second slower." Zheng Ren said, "You have already knocked on you many times. It's a habit I left when I first learned surgery."

The professor was a little upset, "Yeah, boss."

"Forget it, nothing is perfect. You can see that you hesitated for a moment, and it seems that your movements are not as smooth as your previous one. It is harmless, you can do whatever you want next time." Zheng Ren quickly finished reading the professor's surgery, confirmed it correctly, and stood up.

"Boss, where can I eat tonight? I'm all here today." Su Yun walked out and asked.

"Whatever, I don't care."

"Don't leave, have dinner together tonight. Boss, you pushed the dinner there. I really don't want to see the people from the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren knew that it was not the person from the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University, but the person who had an interventional bullet removal operation that time, Su Yun did not get on, so he took his anger at everyone from the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University.

Even if they don't like their parking lots, they may not be happy.

Do you need a reason to argue with Su Yun?

Don't at all.

"I understand." Zheng Ren said that, and turned around and went out.

Feng Xuhui wanted to follow him, but Su Yun pulled him back.

"What are you doing with you? There are Dean Yuan, Principal Zhang, and Director Ye on that side." Su Yun hugged Feng Xuhui's shoulder and said with a smile: "Does you have been cursed by Dean Yuan?"

Feng Xuhui nodded quickly.

It was a regulation issued a year ago that consumables vendors were not allowed to enter the operating room.

Boss Zheng brought him in because he did his work meticulously and his reputation was getting higher and higher. Everyone turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it.

But this is pretending to be confused with clarity.

He rushed over and shot the bird out of his head. With a bang, most of his martial arts were ruined.

"Brother Yun, the surgery was done so quickly today." Feng Xuhui said with a smile.

"Uh, I forgot something." Su Yun said, "You take your cell phone and come in with me."

After saying that, Su Yun hurried into the operating room, put on a sterile glove, and began to fiddle with a 12m blood clot.

He first used hemostatic forceps as a reference object to let Feng Xuhui take a photo. But ordinary people didn't know the length of this thing, and then Su Yun found various reference objects and took photos one by one.

"Brother Yun, what is this for?" Feng Xuhui asked while taking pictures.

"This is a case report. You need to have photos and evidence. Only those judges whose eyes are on the back of their heads will think it is true." Su Yun said, "And don't you think taking a photo with a blood clot is cool?"

Feng Xuhui really couldn't empathize with it.

But seeing that Lao He added in after finishing his work, Feng Xuhui seemed to understand something. But he couldn't explain what he understood.

I am not a doctor, so it is really hard to understand the psychology of taking a photo with a 12m-long thrombus.

Lao He was casually doing something casually. Guan Feng Xuhui, who was smiling, asked for the photo and added WeChat.

"Old He, you don't want to post on WeChat Moments, right?" Su Yun asked.

"How could it be!" said Lao He.

Su Yun doesn't believe it.

"Just circle alone is not enough!" Lao He raised his voice a little and said, "Anaesthesia group, I have entered five, and each group has to send photos!"

"Hahaha!" Su Yun laughed.

"This is a full achievement. The 12m main trunk of the right pulmonary artery scares them to death!" Old He clenched his fist with his right hand, looking a little excited.

"Xiao Feng, see it, this is the old man." Su Yun said to Feng Xuhui with contempt: "The dream of an old man is to achieve freedom in his circle of friends and WeChat groups."

"Brother Yun, don't say that." Lao He was not angry and said with a smile: "In the past, someone showed off a 6m blood clot in the group, but it was still broken. After seeing it, I thought their surgery was really strong."

"Do you know now?" Su Yun looked at the blood clot and his voice became a little lighter.

"No matter how strong it is, can Boss Zheng be stronger?" Old He said with a smile.

"The boss is not here, you don't need to flatter you so loudly." Su Yun said.

"Brother Yun, first of all, I'm telling the truth. Secondly, be careful of being alone. I'm using this word as my code of conduct now." Lao He said very seriously.
Chapter completed!