Chapter 2015: with translation of chapter title

Carrying the pot is also about qualifications; how big are your little shoulders, what can you bear? Even if we step back ten thousand steps, if something really happens and you have to carry the pot, will I, Old Zhou, treat you poorly?

That's turning misfortune into blessing, isn't it?

Zheng Ren didn't bother with all that, he sat aside, still looking at the images over and over.

Boss, what are you looking at? Su Yun asked.

Being idle is still idle, let's think about how to do the Shou Bing. Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Overall, there's no big problem; let's first do an angiography to confirm."

Are you Doctor Zheng? Lin Yuan walked over somewhat hesitantly, but once she made a decision, she stopped thinking about other things and became poised.

Mm. Zheng Ren nodded slightly while looking at the images. He didn't notice whether the person standing beside him was a beauty with a ponytail or a Zao Lao tou zi.

Who are you? Su Yun unhappily raised her head, blew a breath, the black hair in front of her forehead fluttered as if also expressing dissatisfaction.

My name is Lin Yuan, I'm...

Harvard Medical School, a Doctor, right? I know. Su Yun cut off Lin Yuan's words before Zheng Ren could reach out.

Lin Yuan reached out her hand, stunned in front of Zheng Ren.

Doctor Lin, please have a seat. Zheng Ren was very gentle, but still didn't look at her, not even noticing her outstretched hand: "What advice do you have?"

I... Lin Yuan hadn't spoken yet when Su Yun cut her off again.

Boss, do you think this is being approachable?

Um... Lin Yuan paused, wondering how saying a couple of words to oneself counts as being approachable.

You're harming her! Su Yun made an exaggerated expression, "Her doctoral advisor would probably have to politely address you as Zheng Lao Ban upon seeing you."

No way. Zheng Ren said: "You don't even know what field she's in."

Harvard Medical School admits extremely few international students each year, and only offers four slots for a biology doctorate. Su Yun said disdainfully through the hair in front of her forehead.

He seemed dissatisfied that Lin Yuan had just called his own boss Doctor Zheng.

I'm clinical...

Just a Doctor student, what's the difference? Su Yun said contemptuously, "Your diagnosis just now seemed a bit formulaic; you studied hard in school, didn't you? Do you think you're omnipotent?"

Lin Yuan frowned, looking at Su Yun.

How rude this person is!

Forget it, Su Yun. Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Doctor Lin, do you have any questions?"

Doctor Zheng, how did you think of pulmonary vein stenosis from radiofrequency ablation?

Oh, I didn't think of it from radiofrequency ablation. Zheng Ren replied.

But you...

If you don't put it that way, would Professor Wu accept it? Su Yun glanced at Lin Yuan and said: "One glance and you see the pulmonary vein has a problem, right, Boss?"

No, I only confirmed it after looking for nearly one minute.

Lin Yuan felt that this Zheng Lao Ban was even more hateful than the arrogant doctor called Su Yun; what is he showing off? This kind of pretentiousness is the most hateful.

Are you asking about radiofrequency ablation? Zheng Ren looked at Lin Yuan and said: "The incidence of PVS after radiofrequency ablation was 3%-8% before 2004, and 2%-3% from 2004 to 2016; its missed diagnosis and misdiagnosis rates are relatively high; the average time to confirmation is 16 weeks. It is often misdiagnosed as pneumonia, asthma, pulmonary embolism, lung cancer, etc. The patient before us is a typical case of being misdiagnosed as lung cancer."

These data...

It's in the literature database; after you finish watching the Shou Bing later, if you're interested you can go look it up. Zheng Ren felt he'd said enough and ended the Conversation.

Mm, so we don't just say we feel there's a problem without knowing where it is. Su Yun added.

Lin Yuan's ponytail swayed slightly, she was a bit angry.

But Su Yun was speaking the truth; she simply couldn't refute it.

Zheng Lao Ban, ready to send the patient over. Zhou Chun Yong got the word and came to call Zheng Ren.

Lin Yuan watched Zhou Chun Yong politely reporting the medical history to a superior doctor, feeling puzzled.

Let's go follow and take a look.

Boss, Zou Yu has arranged the place, and Master Yan is also here. Su Yun looked at the message on her phone and said.

Oh, okay. Zheng Ren said: "The Shou Bing will finish quickly; let's bring the patient back and go together."

But the last sentence was actually said to Zhou Chun Yong.

I... I forgot to call Xiao Feng! Su Yun said.

Do you know where this interventional surgery operating room is?

I've been here twice; who's like you, staying home to death. Not getting lost in area 912 is already a blessing.

Su Yun habitually talks back to heaven, earth, and her own boss.

Upon arriving at the Operating Room, after changing clothes, Su Yun sat directly in the control room, with no intention of getting involved.

Zhou Chun Yong is already used to it, but he didn't prepare to be the lead surgeon for this Shou Bing.

After all, he's not familiar with the anatomical structure, and the pulmonary vein area isn't his forte; with Zheng Lao Ban present, being an assistant would be fine.

He gave Zheng Ren a sincere greeting, then went straight to disinfect.

The Tumor Hospital's Intervention Department on-duty doctor foolishly watched Zhou Chun Yong scrub his hands and disinfect, looking stunned.

Is the chief of hepatobiliary at Di Du going to do the Shou Bing?

But doing the Shou Bing across hospitals and disciplines, is it really compliant?

He didn't know whether to step forward and righteously blame Zhou Chun Yong, drive him away, or just pretend not to see.

If he pretends not to see, then if something happens, he'll have to take the blame.

The on-duty doctor was sweating anxiously on his back, but he quickly figured it out.

Let's call the second-tier professor to ask; I definitely won't take the blame for this pot!

Seeing Zhou Chun Yong already preparing to disinfect, the on-duty doctor immediately ran to a spot in the hallway with good signal to call Professor Jiang, the second-tier professor.

The call went through, but the phone ringtone sounded from the Gengyishi.

Already here, that's good, that's good.

"What's wrong?" came Professor Jiang's inquiry from the Gengyishi.

The on-call doctor hurriedly ran in, whispering: "Teacher Jiang, Director Zhou is disinfecting."

"So fast! Old Zhou really isn't playing fair!" Professor Jiang snapped angrily.

Look, what was I thinking? The on-call young doctor let out a sigh.

"Teacher Jiang, I feel the same way."

Professor Jiang didn't continue speaking, but instead sped up changing clothes. The strap of his pants hadn't been tied yet, so he walked toward the Operating Room in his slippers, dragging them.

"Teacher Jiang, the cap."

Professor Jiang hurriedly tied the strap of his pants, then grabbed a Sterile Cap and put it on, then took a Mask and while walking tied the strap behind him.

His steps were slightly quick, his pants weren't tied tight, and before he even walked out of the Gengyishi, his pants fell down.

"MD!" Professor Jiang cursed, hurriedly pulled up his pants, and rushed to the Operating Room while hastily tying the strap.

Look, he made Teacher Jiang angry!

The on-call doctor secretly felt relieved, fortunate that he hadn't let Director Zhou stay there disinfecting.

If Teacher Jiang takes his anger out on him, he's afraid there won't be anything good for him to eat.