Zheng Ren didn't expect that so many flashes would light up outside at the same time. He raised his arm and blocked him in front of him.

Behind Su Yun had an elegant face and a gentle smile as gentle as spring breeze. Although the black hair on his forehead was pressed into the sterile cap, he was ready to move.

More than a dozen microphones came over, and before Zheng Ren could react, the reporters began to ask various questions.

But after no one asked, Zheng Ren heard a panic sound.

Then with a thud, he blocked the light of the flash with his hands, squinted his eyes, and looked in the direction where the sound came.

A man smashed the camera beside him, and the machine and the person fell to the ground.

Security personnel immediately separated the crowds around them to avoid causing more serious stampedes.

Zheng Ren glanced at it and saw a red system panel. He immediately separated the microphone in front of him with his hand and strode over.

The man lying on the camera kept twitching, his hands were stiff and tight, like a chicken claw.

"Flat car!"

"oxygen!"

"Electrocardiac monitoring!"

Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

Faced with sudden changes, the medical staff of 912 are very accustomed to it because this is part of their daily work. But I didn’t expect that Boss Zheng “accidentally” won the Nobel Prize, and when he walked out of the operating room, he would encounter such emergency emergency aid situation.

The reporters around and the cameras were all excited!

This colleague is really good at doing things. Nobel Prize winner Boss Zheng walked out of the operating room. This is equivalent to a position interview, and it is a very touching thing in itself.

But if Boss Zheng can record the CPR action, it will be like shooting the scene of a soldier charging in the rain of bullets, and the effect of the playback is absolutely different!

All cameras twisted the lens, and the flash silently released lightning, making the outside of the operating room white.

After a brief shock, Director Kong immediately prepared what Zheng Ren had just said with the nurse in the operating room.

The oxygen bag was quickly carried out and lying the person flat on the marble floor.

Su Yun exclaimed, leaned into Zheng Ren's ear, and whispered: "Boss, he is Wei Feng from Haicheng Metropolis Daily."

"Well? Did the reporter invited by Dahuangya that postpartum bleeding?" Zheng Ren asked in confusion.

Su Yun nodded slightly.

Wei Feng's system panel had the words of respiratory alkalosis written on it, and Zheng Ren was a little puzzled. However, he still followed the normal rescue process and first looked at whether there were foreign objects and secretions in Wei Feng's mouth, and then the nasal catheter was inhaled oxygen.

Electrocardiogram monitoring shows sinus tachycardia, and there is no problem with other values.

"10% calcium gluconate 20ml is intravenously administered and sent to the emergency department for observation." Zheng Ren said.

Then, he stood up and rubbed his hands on the isolation suit, as if he had something dirty.

"Doctor Zheng, shouldn't we be resuscitating our cardiopulmonary resuscitation?" A reporter asked in disappointment.

Dr. Zheng, who had just won the Nobel Prize, did nothing and sent the fallen reporter to the emergency room. He simply did not feel nervous about emergency room and first aid. For the reporters, this was a bit disgusting.

"The heart has not stopped beating again, why do CPR?" Zheng Ren said, "It is respiratory alkalosis accompanied by spasms, oxygen inhalation, and a calcium injection, and it will be cured after observation for a period of time."

Su Yun smiled slightly, and the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth became stronger. He waved his hand, signaled the camera camera to follow, and then squatted beside Wei Feng and said.

"The situation is very simple, it is respiratory alkalosis. Simply put, the couple usually quarreled and sent the girl to the hospital. You have heard of this kind of thing."

The reporters' eyes lit up. This person is so beautiful that he will definitely attract more attention when he is on camera. The key is that he is willing to communicate with the media, and someone will immediately respond: "I have heard of it."

"Women have neurosis or have factors that induce mental tension, which is because there is no organic lesions. When the attack occurs, respiratory movements will accelerate, arterial blood carbon dioxide partial pressure will decrease, respiratory alkalosis will occur, and sympathetic nervous system excitement will occur, and various clinical symptoms will appear."

"Generally speaking, men are extremely rare. This reporter... Oh, you can't call him a comrade, he is an intern reporter of the Financial Times." Su Yun smiled and picked up the badge hanging on Wei Feng's chest. "It must be the first time I went out for an interview task. When he saw the boss coming out, he took deep breaths excitedly, which eventually led to alkali poisoning and he was directly pumped."

“…”

The reporters didn't realize that they were very professional, and they just felt that they were really professional.

"Simply put, he has no work experience and is too nervous." Su Yun's smile became stronger, and his ridicule was well concealed.

Then he took off his sterile cap and his black hair was floating on his forehead, as if he was very proud.

The flat car was pushed over quickly, and Tang Haitao from the emergency department also received news and trotted with the nurse in the emergency rescue box.

"The patient diagnosed respiratory alkalosis and had given calcium gluconate static push and oxygen inhalation. You push it back and observe it." Su Yun stood up and said.

Then he stood behind Zheng Ren's body.

"What do you say he's the Financial Times for?"

"Before you saw him and the editor-in-chief William were so arrogant, they didn't like them." Su Yun said, "If you catch the opportunity, you will kick them. Anyway, with Marys there, they still dare not retaliate."

Zheng Ren shook his head gently, watching Wei Feng being carried into the car and sent him away.

"Doctor Zheng, Dr. Su, you won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine, let's just say a few words." A reporter asked with a microphone.

Zheng Ren scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

Looking at Lin Li's microphone and the eyes of many reporters, Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and said, "I know that I have done a good job in my surgery. I also give full recognition to the Nobel Prize judges' recognition of me."

Outside the operating room, it was silence.

This is a speech on winning the award? Is this a provocation? Dr. Zheng is ridiculing the Nobel Prize judges not transparent enough and fair?

After a brief silence, it was like a pot of water boiling, and an uproar was heard.

This should be the most controversial award speech in history. This is big news! It is definitely big news!!

It turned out that Dr. Zheng was so informative. He looked honest and honest, but he was actually very depressed.

The reporters immediately recorded Zheng Ren's words with various equipment, and reporters kept asking questions.

Zheng Ren had already taken a step back and pushed Su Yun forward.

In comparison, Zheng Ren thinks Su Yun is more suitable for communicating with the media than himself.

The guy himself likes all occasions with a large number of people, and the more people, the more excited he is, the better he performs.

"Boss Zheng, awesome!" Lin Ge secretly stretched out his thumb and whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.
Chapter completed!