After the operation, Su Yun sat lazily on the rostrum of the staircase in the classroom, explaining the questions of dozens of experts and professors in Chinese.

Zhou Chunyong fainted. Although he didn't see it, he felt the changes in the methods before and after, and there must be something wrong with that side. Director Zhou looked tough, but after all, he had to wear dozens of kilograms of lead clothes for interventional surgery.

In addition, the boss doesn't have the habit of eating...

When Su Yun remembered this, she smiled.

Zhou Chunyong is exhausted from hypoglycemia. I wonder how many people will have hypoglycemia in the future.

There were countless questions, but Su Yun sat firmly on Diaoyutai and answered them one by one without panic.

It is always about the key points, which makes the questioner fall into a deep thought.

In less than half an hour, everyone remained silent. Some had a clear expression on their faces, while others were thinking hard.

Su Yun's cell phone rang, and he glanced at the phone and answered.

"Feng, what's wrong?"

"Oh, the boss is going to take Heizi with you, okay. I forgot about this, have you contacted me?"

"Okay, that's it."

Su Yun did not deliberately control the volume, and he didn't even turn off the microphone in front of him, and just chatted with the phone casually.

This is the privilege of technical superiors, and Su Yun enjoys this feeling very much.

In the audience, more than a dozen local directors who had close relationships with Zhou Chunyong looked thoughtful. It was obvious that Boss Zheng was going to fly the knife.

The simultaneous translator behind more than 20 foreign experts translated everything Su Yun had just called.

12.35 seconds later, a Swiss expert stood up and asked, "Doctor Zheng is going to have surgery elsewhere?"

"Yes, tomorrow's plane." Su Yun replied lazily.

After seeing many experts who had seen twenty surgeries, the professor was still unsatisfied. When he heard that there was still surgery, he immediately began to ask where to do it.

These people all know surgery. Although their technical skills are uneven, the gap is not big.

There are two domestic directors who are a little worse than their level and don’t understand them very much. If no one competes for them, they will just fool them.

Just ask Director Zhou to go to the flying knife. If you can't do anything wrong, do you have to learn it?

But the scene in front of them far exceeded their expectations. I wanted to leave, but when I saw foreign experts and domestic peers following me, I hesitated.

If you don't go, you'd like to miss 100 million.

The idea of ​​learning and fear of missing out on 100 million is sowing, brewing, fermenting, and then bursting out.

Su Yun had no time to pay attention to these people, they just opened the NP on the map. After the operation was completed, the problem was explained, the fees charged were explained, and the rest were ignored.

As for whether they have an IPS surgery when they go back, it doesn’t matter much. The second group of people who came to study have already sent emails to Zheng Ren like crazy, and there will be no need to worry about three or five groups in the future.

He put his cell phone up and wrote down the address of the flying knife on the blackboard. Without much explanation, he walked out of the stairs to show the classroom directly.

The moment he left, the staircase began to boil.

Simultaneous interpreters book air tickets for foreign experts.

There are only 12 hours, and there are very few flights to that side and there is no location.

After a quarrel, the Swiss professor picked up his cell phone and called the Imperial Capital Consulate to seek help.

His actions reminded others.

More than 20 foreign experts and professors belong to 9 countries.

At this moment, the imperial capital trembled slightly.

The ambassadors to China from nine consulates received a call for help from domestic medical experts almost at the same time. After they wrote down the matter, they called the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Radio waves were transmitted over the imperial capital, and the demonstration surgery had become a diplomatic incident, but Zheng Ren had no idea how lively it was.

After getting off the stage, he comforted Zhou Chunyong and made an appointment to meet him in his office, so he followed Zhu Liangchen to see the patient with gastric artery embolism.

"Boss Zheng, the gastrobasil you mentioned has been detected." Zhu Liangchen introduced the patient's condition while walking.

"Yes." Zheng Ren replied.

In his opinion, it is appropriate to detect it, but if it cannot be detected, it will be a big deal!

"It's true that I didn't pay attention, and I was still careless in the clinical work." Zhu Liangchen began to review himself, "Now the patient's bloody stool has disappeared, and he is undergoing relevant treatments according to your doctor's advice."

"Then let's continue." Zheng Ren said: "One week after the operation, check one abdomen and send me the film."

Zheng Ren seemed to be the director, and Zhu Liangchen looked like a little doctor in charge of the bed. One gave a doctor's advice, and the other kept responding.

"Boss Zheng, what should I do with such a patient's surgery?" Zhu Liangchen asked tentatively.

"I haven't thought about it carefully yet." Zheng Ren said the truth, "I'm too busy recently. Dr. Mehal's heart surgery has been completed. I will have to undergo an interventional embolization of the prostate in two days. I don't have time to accompany me, so I'll fly to Inner Mongolia tomorrow."

Although Zhu Liangchen had a little complaint, he dared not say it.

He laughed with him and led the way in front of him. His waist was slightly bent, and he was extremely attentive. He could not tell the appearance of Zhu Laowu in the past.

The two first looked at the patient's recent tests. Zheng Ren thought about it and then went to check the body.

Using physical examination and systematic diagnosis to confirm that the patient's risk of bleeding has indeed temporarily disappeared.

"Director Zhu, the patient is relatively stable, but the medicine still needs to be used for a while." Zheng Ren said in the ward.

The little patient's mother looked at Zhu Liangchen's gray hair with her waist slightly bent, but the little doctor bent beside her was as demeanor and explained things like a director.

She found it strange, but didn't say anything.

"Boss Zheng, I've written it down." Zhu Liangchen held a copy in his hand and wrote what Zheng Ren said on it with an atomic pen.

It seems like I was back when he was a young doctor twenty or thirty years ago and followed the director to check in.

Zheng Ren explained a few things to pay attention to, and walked out with Zhu Liangchen.

The patient's mother was stunned for a moment, Boss Zheng? This name sounds so familiar.

She thought hard, but in the end she couldn't imagine where Boss Zheng had heard of it.

"Mom, I don't want to eat at night." The girl said coquettishly.

"No, Director Zhu said, drink less porridge. Otherwise, the hunger the stomach will become smaller and the shorter it will shrink, and finally don't shrink." The woman said.

"Director, you see that he couldn't straighten his back even when he talked to that little doctor. If he had known this, it would be better to wait for Aunt Lin to do it."

Lin Jiaojiao, for a moment, the woman remembered what Lin Jiaojiao said.

Boss Zheng, isn’t it the person Lin Jiaojiao wants to find for herself? After a long journey, she finally returned to the starting point.

No, the situation is much worse than the origin. The postoperative reaction is heavy, just like Lin Jiaojiao described, and even heavier than she described.

If I had known it, I wouldn't have come here to do it. The woman thought to herself, and she felt a little regretful.
Chapter completed!