"Hearing?!" Mr. Shao said in surprise, then pressed the intercom, "Don't step on the line, I'll go in and have the surgery right away."

"Mr. Shao, you're waiting outside." Su Yun said: "The boss has already opened it. Boss, have you found the location of the aneurysm?"

"Mr. Shao has a clamp with an aneurysm." Zheng Ren's voice was very small, obviously speaking at a distance from the intercom.

"Take it, bring it." Mr. Shao was sweating coldly. He thought there was no need to bring any aneurysm clips.

However, last time Boss Zheng came to the neurosurgery for consultation, he took a female student who had a temporal fall and went on stage for surgery. He also began to have a mysterious confidence in Boss Zheng.

Is it true that you cannot rely on rumors in the market to accumulate and improve, but only rely on contact and see with your own eyes to arise.

"Su Yun, let Mr. Shao come in." Zheng Ren's voice floated out.

"Boss, praise you! You are so capable. From intervention to neurosurgery to general surgery, as long as the guidewire can reach, you can solve everything by surgical treatment!" Professor Rudolf Wagner said loudly while Su Yun stopped stepping.

"Fugui'er, you're late." Su Yun smiled at the professor outside the leaded glass and said, "You're going to be punished."

"Brother Yun, don't blame me. I rushed over in a slanted manner, it's already very fast!" Professor Rudolf Wagner complained.

"The boss doesn't care how far you live or how congested the road is." Su Yun said: "The boss just said that you want to take your name off the Nobel Prize list."

"Gaha stuff!" Although he knew that Su Yun was joking, Professor Rudolf Wagner was still shocked.

"Su Yun, don't make trouble." Zheng Ren said, "Fu Gui'er took the stage, Su Yun, come and match me with the middle cerebral artery to bridge the middle cerebral artery."

"Boss, I am a doctor with my heart." Su Yun turned around and stepped down, tore off the sterile clothes, and was still defending himself.

"Just use the help. Zeiss' microscope is good. Don't you want to come and take a look?" Zheng Ren said steadily.

When Zheng Ren's tone was a little relieved, Su Yun felt relieved.

Probably no problem.

"Old He, you're fine." Su Yun asked.

Lao He made a V gesture and said: "The external membrane lungs have reduced the patient's heart burden, and now they are in much better condition. Boss Zheng solved the problem of aneurysm bleeding, and I guess she can survive."

"No need to estimate, you will definitely survive." Zheng Ren said firmly.

"Boss, you said, can you hear what music you play during the surgery?" Su Yun turned around and brushed his hands, nagging while walking.

Zheng Ren didn't say anything and continued to perform surgery under a microscope.

Lao He smiled. Boss Zheng was quite artificial in pretending to be deaf and dumb, but his attitude of not speaking showed his attitude.

Is good luck coming? Don’t play such songs during surgery, do you still have to play sorrow and joy?

Too unlucky.

"Boss Zheng, can you do it?" Mr. Shao came in and saw Su Yun go to brush his hands, he asked in a low voice.

"It should be no problem, it's just a tiny aneurysm in the skull." Zheng Ren said.

Just...intracranial...mini aneurysm...

Mr. Shao was speechless.

Before the emergence of interventional surgery, intracranial aneurysm surgery was a watershed to distinguish whether a neurosurgeon's surgical level was awesome or awesome.

A truly awesome neurosurgeon is the most important thing to overcome aneurysms. Secondly, it is a relatively rare disease such as glioma.

"Boss Zheng, will I take a look?" Mr. Shao handed the clip to the tour nurse and asked in a low voice.

"Xinglin Garden Live, Shuye is much better than you watch here." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Go and get your phone to watch."

Uh... Live broadcast of aneurysm rupture, smoke disease bypass surgery?

Mr. Shao was shocked and ran out immediately.

Because it was a hybrid operating room, there was no signal at all. The signal in the operating room was only half good outside. Mr. Shao called him and said that he had something to do, so he ran to the locker room to watch the live broadcast.

Soon Su Yun came back to brush his hands and put on his clothes again, and the air-tight lead door was closed.

Professor Zhang stood alone in the operation room, with only Feng Xuhui and Liu Xiaojie whispering beside him.

"Mr. Zheng can have an aneurysm surgery. When I go back, I remind me to prepare some surgical clips." Feng Xuhui said.

"How many?" Liu Xiaojie asked in surprise.

"Well, I guess it won't be used much. This time the situation is too special. Generally speaking, General Manager Zheng blocked the aneurysm after interventional surgery, and there is no need to perform surgery."

"Why are you still in the operation?"

"Oh, didn't you say just now that you need to undergo bypass surgery for the middle cerebral artery to treat smoke disease." Feng Xuhui did not scold Liu Xiaojie, but just said it briefly.

He is reflecting on himself.

Is it necessary to get involved in neurosurgery? Boss Zheng is exposed to other disciplines much faster than he is studying.

Feng Xuhui was a little worried.

It seems that the big box in front of me is not big enough. Should I change to a larger box?

Professor Zhang stared blankly as the aneurysm was clamped by clamps, bleeding stopped, the air-tight lead door opened, and Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei came out.

He couldn't understand why Boss Zheng would do any surgery.

The operation cannot be seen in the operating room, only the patient's electrocardiogram monitoring can be seen.

The heart rate is 102 times per minute, the sinus is very stable, and it has not changed for more than 30 minutes.

The extracorporeal membrane lungs have given the patient's fragile heart a rest. Overall, the patient's condition is getting better little by little.

"Old Zhang, what are you doing?" Lin Ge walked in and patted Professor Zhang on the shoulder and asked.

"Uh..." Professor Zhang concluded.

How do you answer? Could it be that I am worshipping Boss Zheng here?

However, Linger just greeted him and did not expect Professor Zhang to speak. Even if Professor Zhang said anything, he couldn't hear anything.

Lingge walked straight into the operating room, "Boss Zheng, the legal documents have been signed, and it's very smooth."

"Director Lin, the operation went smoothly." Lao He sat on a round stool, wearing a lead dress, looking at the various indicators of the outer membrane and lungs.

"It will definitely go smoothly, you still have to think about it." Linge's hearty laughter mixed with the song of good luck, and Professor Zhang listened to it a little harshly.

"Where did it?" Linger then asked, "This is not good for neurosurgery, the surgery area is too small."

"The boss is doing the stump of the superficial temporal artery at the end of the arterial end of the m4 segment." Su Yun said lightly.

Unfortunately, Linger doesn't understand what the m4 segment coincides.

He just smiled. Judging from Su Yun's meaning, the operation should be almost finished.

"Dr. Su, have you also studied neurosurgery?" Linger asked.
Chapter completed!