Under the haemorrhagic forceps, Zhao Wenhua completed the operation.

After the operation, Boss Zheng tore off the sterile clothes and turned around and left with Lin Yuan.

Zhao Wenhua stood quietly on the operating table, not thinking about how to explain to the patient's family about bleeding after radiofrequency ablation.

As long as the trouble is solved, nothing else is a matter. Even if the patient's family is unhappy, the patient suffers and spends money, there is nothing to do about it.

If you are not sure about it before the operation, no one will promise that it will be successful. As long as people can recover, most of the patients' families will be reasonable and understandable.

At least there are no more practitioners who are proficient in the outside world. Most people still have good intentions, and this is not a problem.

The lights of the shadowless light were a little dazzling. Zhao Wenhua looked at the screen opposite and recalled the entire process of the operation in his mind.

He stood in front of the operating table like a sculpture, starting from the first time Boss Zheng waved the hemostatic forceps, and sorted out the details of the operation bit by bit.

Interventional surgery is an emerging discipline, and many operations are explored by doctors themselves and have not been tried and tested.

Even in the live broadcast of Xinglin Garden's surgery, Wu Haishi and Mr. Wu could judge some details of the surgeon by crossing his left and right hands.

Zhao Wenhua is also the best in interventional surgery, but now he put himself on the anvil and asked Boss Zheng to beat him up. Only then did he know how big the gap between his surgery and Boss Zheng.

Good and bad are to be compared.

There is no harm without comparison. The damage caused to Zhao Wenhua by this operation is not only a combo, but also a critical hit.

Even many operational concepts were overturned by Boss Zheng, and they were merciless.

Zhao Wenhua felt that he understood some of the details at that time. When he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt it felt, and the more he thought it made sense.

The radial styloid process of the right hand is still in pain, but there is no sting or movement disorder. The pain makes Zhao Wenhua more awake.

He had a lot of inner thoughts, and even judged the details of the operation from the angle and strength of Boss Zheng's radial styloid process with hemostatic forceps.

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"Boss Zheng, why do Professor Zhao's surgery have so many flaws?"

After changing his clothes, the two of them returned to the intervention department and Lin Yuan asked.

"He has a good level of surgery. If he hits him once, he will be able to experience a lot next time he takes the surgery." Zheng Ren said casually.

"a lot of?"

"Well, including the details of the surgery, and..."

"And what?"

"The gap between him and me." Zheng Ren said lightly.

The gap, Lin Yuan carefully savored Boss Zheng’s words. Moreover, this is a fact.

Although Zhao Wenhua was as embarrassed as an old dog by Boss Zheng on the operating table, Lin Yuan knew in his heart that Boss Zheng's level was too high, and it shouldn't be that a professor in the 912 team was too weak.

I will also make some of Zhao Wenhua's mistakes, but I can't understand them for the time being if I have any details.

But she was not in a hurry. She was still young and had plenty of time to study, experience and improve.

Zheng Ren took out his cell phone and called him.

“Where?”

"Uh...is it serious?"

"I'll go and have a look."

"Okay, I'm fine. I might have to have a dinner with the British medical team tonight."

After saying a few more words, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"Brother Yun?" Lin Yuan asked, "What's wrong?"

"A few days ago, I had a heart compression and the muscles on my right forearm were strained. Lao Fan rubbed him with medicinal wine." Zheng Ren said.

Lin Yuan was stunned.

When the patient was suffering from liver transplantation and cardiac arrest and rescued, Lin Yuan did not think anything important had happened.

For her, Yun Ge'er's rescue was very standard and did not affect Boss Zheng's surgery. It was indeed awesome, but that's all.

Only then did she realize how much pressure the body has to bear for a few minutes of movement, 100-120 presses per minute.

No wonder Brother Yun refused his request at that time and let him do the press. This person, he would not say good things well, no wonder Sister Yue always despises him.

"Is it serious?" Lin Yuan asked with some concern.

"It should be more serious, but with Lao Fan here, there will be no sequelae." Zheng Renluo was a little worried, thought for a while, and stopped and said, "Let's go to the ICU first."

"Uh-huh."

A surgery costs a huge price. If the patient cannot be saved, he will feel so frustrated.

Lin Yuan shook his ponytail and followed Boss Zheng to check the room.

After liver transplantation, Chen Li's condition had improved, his body temperature dropped, and his coagulation function began to recover.

Zheng Ren observed for ten minutes before leaving icu.

The medical level of severe medical treatment in 912 is quite high, and Zheng Ren has nothing else to argue with.

Seeing Chen Lizai getting better gradually, there were no major complications after liver transplantation. The color of the system panel also changed from white to red, and Boss Zheng's heart became stable.

Just when Zheng Ren thought about having to have dinner at night, he had a headache.

The good mood of the successful operation was almost gone, and as I walked, my mood began to decline.

"Boss Zheng, the patient recovered well, are you not satisfied?" Lin Yuan felt the change in Boss Zheng's mood, but she didn't understand why this change occurred, so she asked in surprise.

"I'm very satisfied." Zheng Ren replied boredly, but he didn't go to the interventional department, but said: "I'll go to the emergency department for a walk, you can go back and write your medical record yourself."

"I'll go with you to see it." Lin Yuan volunteered, "I'll write the medical records tonight. If you go with the British experts, I won't go. Stay here to write the medical records."

It's so good that I can stay and write my medical records. Zheng Ren thought and sighed.

Lin Yuan can use this reason, but he cannot. Zheng Ren was forced to do it. If he wanted to say this, President Yan would probably suffer from a heart attack that would be so angry.

It’s better to be a little transparent person. Zheng Ren thought to himself, and was a little envious of Lin Yuan.

He didn't chase Lin Yuan away, and if he wanted to follow, he would just follow him. It didn't matter.

When I arrived at the emergency department, there was a noise in the corridor, and a noisy sound came towards me like waves. Zheng Ren felt very familiar.

Zhou Litao was so busy that he was about to fly, but he was surrounded by several family members and was in a very embarrassing situation.

Zheng Ren's steps accelerated unconsciously and walked over.

"Doctor, we don't have money at all. If we are hospitalized, we will die. Just take it back." A middle-aged man said carelessly.

Zhou Litao was not willing. He explained: "When the patient was admitted to the hospital, I felt my heart rate well, but it didn't seem to be helpless. I went for a checkup. If the injury was mild, it would be enough to stay for a few days."
Chapter completed!