"I heard from Director Bai that you are studying partial nephrectomy after interventional embolization?" Mr. Gu asked.

"Um."

"Let me see if there is any progress."

Ji Xiang was not interested when it came to the surgery competition, but when it came to studying Ji Xiang's movements, he was a little brisk.

"Mr. Gu, sit down." Ji Xiang asked Mr. Gu to sit down, took out his notebook and opened the document.

"This is the medical record accumulated by Dr. Zhao Zhezhao for more than ten years. There are 105 cases with postoperative follow-up. It is very detailed and takes a lot of effort. 22 cases were recently operated and the post-operative follow-up has not yet been completed.

"Ji Xiang explained.

"The last one is the patient that Director Liu received during his outpatient visit last week. We are going to do embolization on Monday and partial resection on Friday or Saturday."

After Ji Xiang's introduction, the room was quiet. Director Xu's heart moved and he squeezed over to take a closer look.

Writing papers and doing scientific research, everyone knows what's going on.

However, Ji Xiang's scientific research lasted for more than ten years!

Although the number of patients is small, only 105+22 cases, in the face of more than ten years of accumulation, every patient is precious!

Director Xu was surprised, wondering whether what Ji Xiang said was true or false was lingering in his mind.

In today's impetuous social atmosphere, can anyone really do scientific research in a down-to-earth manner? Director Xu has never seen him anyway.

After Ji Xiang finished speaking, he grabbed Zhao Zhe, pushed him to Mr. Gu, and took a few steps back.

Zhao Zhe has the attributes of a social cow, but in normal times, when faced with Zhao Zhe, the top boss in the urology department, he immediately gave in.

"First patient, tell me what happened." Mr. Gu asked after reading the first patient's information.

Zhao Zhe was silent, and Ji Xiang pushed him.

"Dr. Zhao Zhe, is it you?" Mr. Gu turned his head to look at Zhao Zhe and asked, "Tell me what's going on."

"Uh...that...this..."

Zhao Zhe stumbled and didn't know what to say.

"Don't be nervous, I'll see if the information is complete."

"The patient's... condition was clear when he found me. Because there were many supply blood vessels and both kidneys were present, the director of our hospital thought that the operation could not be performed."

Zhao Zhe began to introduce the patient's condition.

As he talked, his thoughts drifted to many years ago, he gradually forgot his fear, and his speech became fluent.

"The patient's family burst into tears at the time, and I happened to meet them, so I told them that they could give it a try. At that time, I performed embolization on the patient and then performed partial resection a few days later. The embolization was successful and there was not much bleeding during the operation.

One month later, I also had surgery on the other kidney, and the operation was quite successful."

"There were no problems in the postoperative review. At first, my physical strength was affected and I could not do farm work. But I fully recovered after a year, and there was no complication of delayed postoperative bleeding."

"I passed by his house a while ago and took a look. The patient was already over 70 years old and still in good health. He was herding cattle with two shepherd dogs. I almost got bitten by the dogs..."

Zhao Zhe wandered off as he spoke, and Ji Xiang patted his back to remind Zhao Zhe.

"Well...the first patient is still alive and has a good quality of life. No metastasis to other organs has been found."

Zhao Zhe tried hard to curb his talkative nature and introduced briefly.

"Tell me about the other patients." Mr. Gu asked intently.

Although what Zhao Zhe said is very verbose, in the eyes of experienced clinicians, they are all living patients one after another and not just numbers.

Zhao Zhe's verbosity was not nonsense in Mr. Gu's eyes, but rather a description of the patient's living conditions.

In his seventies, he can still herd cattle and lead two large wolfdogs. It is hard to believe that he is in this state after a bilateral renal cancer resection.

Mr. Gu seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming here. While looking at the medical records entered by Ji Xiang, he listened to Zhao Zhe's "talking".

More than two hours later, Zhao Zhe's face was glowing with excitement, while Mr. Gu was a little tired and waved his hand.

"Dr. Zhao, come here first."

The more Zhao Zhe said, the happier he became. He was suddenly told to stop, as if he stepped on the brakes suddenly and was shaken a little. He was not used to it.

"Not bad, not bad." Mr. Gu stood up, patted Zhao Zhe's shoulder gently, and looked at Ji Xiang.

"Dr. Xiaoji, what kind of surgery did you say you were going to do tomorrow?"

"Interventional embolization and surgical resection 3-5 days after the operation." Ji Xiang said calmly, "According to Dr. Zhao's research, the surgical effect is very good."

"Okay, then I'll come and see your surgery tomorrow." Mr. Gu laughed, "You can be frightened after life, you can be frightened after life."

He took a deep look at Ji Xiang. He was asking him, but he never left Dr. Zhao Zhe. This was quite interesting.

"Mr. Gu, the research was started by Dr. Zhao Zhe and Zhao. After more than ten years of hard work, I learned from Dr. Zhao." Ji Xiang emphasized.

Mr. Gu looked at Ji Xiang with interest, and nodded slightly after a few seconds.

"I'm tired. Go back and rest first. See you tomorrow."

Ji Xiang sent Mr. Gu to the gate, watched him and everyone get into the car, and then went back.

"Dr. Xiaoji, what does Mr. Gu mean?" Zhao Zhe asked a little uneasily as it was his first time meeting an elder of Mr. Gu's level.

"It's not interesting. I just came to give me a certificate and take a look at our scientific research projects." Ji Xiang suddenly remembered something, and he immediately smiled, "Mr. Gu is the deputy editor-in-chief of the Chinese Journal of Urology."

"..."

Zhao Zhe's voice suddenly became hoarse and he couldn't speak even if he wanted to. It was as if he had Sjögren's disease, and the glands in his mouth couldn't secrete any fluid.

But he didn't notice it. He swallowed hard, and his mouth hurt like a knife.

"I think Mr. Gu just wants to publish whatever he writes."

"!

!”

Mr. Wu's eyes widened, he looked at Ji Xiang blankly, and then at Zhao Zhe.

"Dr. Zhao, could you please give me a name?" Mr. Wu was not polite at all. He was straight-tempered. He laughed, put his arm around Zhao Zhe's shoulders and said, "I am still barely qualified for the article with the prefix "I am promoted."

"Dr. Xiao Ji just casually said, "Chinese prefix", how can it be that easy?" Zhao Zhe's voice was hoarse, and his habit of talking a lot disappeared.

"I only believe Xiaoji if he says it." Mr. Wu curled his lips and said, "Don't leave me behind. I don't want the first author, and I have no shame in it. Just give me the third or fourth author."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Zhe was flattered.

Ji Xiang smiled. Although he didn't quite understand the details, the author of the article with the prefix "Chinese" was basically useless.

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Wu is always curious and wants to take a closer look.

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"Tianbo, are you unconvinced?"

In the car, Mr. Gu closed his eyes slightly, as if he was taking a nap, but he suddenly said something meaningless.

Zhou Tianbo was startled.
Chapter completed!