But beyond Director Liu's surprise, Director Zhao looked humble, as if he was a little doctor who did something wrong, and was not furious.

Seeing Ji Xiang put on his lead clothes and kicking open the air-tight lead door in the operating room and walking in, Director Liu felt that the air in the operating room was a little softer.

"Xiao Wu, what's going on?" Director Liu asked in surprise.

As for Ji Xiang going in and helping him, Director Liu didn't care. He thought Ji Xiang was curious and wanted to go in and take a look in the lead clothes.

Ji Xiang's behavior was a bit too much and broke the rules, but it was all trivial.

It is a big deal that Director Zhao can sober up.

"Director, I don't know either." Mr. Wu said in a low voice.

"Mr. Hua, come down."

As he was speaking, Director Zhao's voice came from the front of the operating table.

"Professor Ma, be an assistant, be careful. No, I have to wear lead clothes in."

“!

!”

Director Liu was completely stunned.

What is Director Zhao doing?!

For emergency treatment, does he want Ji Xiang, a regular trainee, to be a technician?

I didn’t give up the student to undergo surgery, but it wasn’t like this!

But before Director Liu could question it, he saw Director Zhao in the interventional department hurriedly put on a lead coat and kicked open the air-tight lead door and walked in.

Director Liu looked at this scene in silence. He felt that he was broken, or Director Zhao was drunk and crazy.

"Director Zhao!" Director Liu pressed the button of the intercom, "Have you not sobered up?"

"Why don't you do it?" Director Zhao turned around and said extremely arrogantly.

This is Director Zhao. He usually does things like his body, tall and strong, and full of oppression.

Before Director Liu finished his questioning, Director Zhao directly retorted, without considering what Director Liu thought.

"Director, come."

The next second, Director Zhao's flattering words almost overturned Director Liu to the ground.

Who is he talking to?

Who is he talking to?

"A person has only one face, so he can save some loss."

A cold voice came along the intercom.

Damn it!

Director Liu was stunned for a moment, and the one who spoke was Ji Xiang, a little ruler standing in the position of the craftsman!

Will Director Zhao kick him in the back of the middle?

The two have worked together for many years, especially after the four major King Kongs of the Interventional Department left one after another, they need to carry out some nephrectomy with interventional doctors to protect them. Therefore, the relationship between directors Liu and Zhao has always been good.

Director Liu knew this colleague's temper very well, and he seemed to have seen what happened a second later.

However, Director Liu burst into tears the next second.

Director Zhao seemed to have changed his temperament and was humble to the dust. He said apologetically, "I drank some wine today. I remembered that our hospital had shrunk from nearly one hundred beds to 30 now. I felt uncomfortable..."

"You don't have any technical skills and your doctors can't grow up. You, a director, have the face to cry."

Director Liu's eyes almost fell off.

Everyone knows this truth, but no one dares to tell it in person.

It is natural to cherish technical matters. The lower-level doctor is not his son, so why should he teach everything?

Besides, is it good for you to teach? It is not uncommon to encounter a lower-level doctor with a bad character and kick the old director away.

Moreover, if Director Zhao wants to teach the interventional surgery, someone must learn it.

Can……

Director Liu listened carefully to the conversation inside like a rabbit, and suddenly the technician at the operating table beside him said "ah".

The sudden appearance of Director Liu was startled.

"What’s wrong with you!"

"Director Liu, sorry." The technician stared at the screen in a daze, "Surgery...surgery..."

"There is a problem?" Director Liu quickly calmed down and turned off the intercom by the way, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble when the bad-tempered Lao Zhao heard about it.

I knew it was not reliable, what should I do if the surgery was misled? Director Liu raised his heart.

"The surgery was so awesome!" said the technician's fingers pointing at the almost invisible micro guidewire that was being super-selected.

“!

!”

"Director Liu, I have seen more of Director Zhao's surgery." The technician stared at the micro guidewire moving on the screen, his eyes full of small stars.

Speaking of Director Zhao, he suddenly woke up and quickly pressed the buttons of the intercom, for fear that Director Zhao would be scolded when he heard it.

"If Director Zhao had to perform the super-select of this blood vessel for at least one hour, and 3-5 super-selects, it might not be successful. But this surgery went in directly."

"You're confused." Director Liu asked.

"You are so confused, can you speak?"

Director Zhao's rough swearing voice came from the intercom.

Negative negative and positive, these words were heard by Director Zhao of the Interventional Department, but he did not seem to care about the technician saying that he was "low" and only cared about Director Liu's evaluation of the technician.

"Uh...Director Zhao..." Director Liu was stunned.

"This is a display of talent, and it was tempered by at least a thousand surgeries! You said that the superb level of successful one-time selection is blindfolded? Where did your eyes grow?"

"Shut up." Ji Xiang scolded coldly, "Take a good surgery."

“Yes, yes, director.”

Director Zhao of the Interventional Department turned against each other faster than he turned a book, and his attitude of speaking to Ji Xiang was completely different from that of speaking to Director Liu.

Director Liu was speechless.

The operation was done well and smoothly, and he was unwilling to offend Director Zhao. No matter who was doing it, as long as he could stop the blood, he would have no objection even if he led a dog to complete the operation.

If the operation fails, even if the surgeon is the top Mr. Gu in the country, what's the point?

"Director, what's the statement about the super selection just now?" Director Zhao asked licked his face.

"The patient's tertiary blood vessels are relatively tilted, pressing the micro guidewire to adhere to the wall, shaking his wrist at the position of the bifurcation of the blood vessel. You must choose the right time. You can only shake your wrist at the bifurcation position. You can't get in if it's early or late."

"But that location..."

Director Liu silently listened to Director Zhao and Ji Xiang asking about technical techniques. Gradually, he could not understand what Ji Xiang said, but he could feel that Director Zhao asked questions more and more seriously.

What's going on?

I felt confused in my heart, and Director Liu was increasingly unable to understand this little rule.

Ji Xiang made a big splash in the competition, refreshing the records of the Zhao family’s father and son more than a hundred times.

But that was just a gimmick. For clinicians, it just slapped Dean Zhao in the face. At most, I would like to praise the child for a promising future, that's all.

But on the operating table, he taught Director Zhao how to choose more, while shooting the yellow circle in.

The angiography, without active bleeding, was announced to be over in less than ten minutes.

This surgery,

It's done so quickly!
Chapter completed!