Chapter 2402: with translation of chapter title

2319 Director Mao, you also have today

After Yi Ren finished tidying up the Surgical Instruments, several people then left.

Zheng Ren again refused the persuasion to stay, caught the high-speed rail, went to the airport, and flew back to Di Du.

Mei Ha'er's postoperative recovery was quite good, his heart full of strength. Professor Rudolf Wagner, under Mei Ha'er's guidance, had already drawn up a long list, which was the list of people to visit after returning.

Because Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian said so, Zheng Ren was not particularly worried about what bad impression he might leave by not visiting the judges.

Doing his own surgery at home is fine, little by little accumulating, training batch after batch of doctors. Each day watching the progress of the fourth stage of Fame Under Heaven, it's also quite enjoyable.

What Zheng Ren looked forward to most was still, after dinner each evening, going downstairs for a stroll with Yi Ren and Heizi.

After a few days, Mei Ha'er gradually recovered his condition, after a repeat coronary angiogram confirmed that everything was reopened, he and Fugui'er flew back to Europe.

Whether for Professor Rudolf Wagner or for Mei Ha'er, the Nobel Prize is extremely important. Although Zheng Ren said that Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian Your Excellency would do something, the two still felt uneasy and returned as quickly as possible.

Zheng Ren's days passed very calmly; each day he just did surgeries and looked at patients.

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Blood Vessel Department Director Mao Chi's days are also very calm; this is the normal state of life. To him, being busy every day is okay for a few days, but any more and he can't stand it.

Besides, being older, when it comes to social dining, Mao Chi no longer drinks alcohol; he focuses more on health maintenance.

Living a few more years is the real deal.

After entering society, the first thirty years are trading life for money, the last thirty years are trading money for life. Of course, being able to have those last thirty years is the best.

Mao Chi is striving for this purpose.

Not only him, his spouse has also reached retirement age, paying great attention to health maintenance. Maintaining the body is a matter greater than heaven.

Because of various health supplements, the couple often quarrels. Whenever Mao Chi professionally says this won't work, that won't work, it provokes an argument.

However, what Mao Chi says is logical and reasonable; his spouse usually cannot win an argument against him.

In the most recent workplace physical exam, Mao Chi was diagnosed with osteoporosis.

This time his spouse took the physical exam report and started looking everywhere for calcium supplementation methods, and demanded he go out to sunbathe. Although Mao Chi didn't think much of it, he would rather stay home every weekend to watch some basketball.

As for sunbathing, Mao Chi just tolerated it.

The human body's intake of vitamin D mainly comes from sunlight and food.

Foods rich in vitamin D include fish, eggs, animal livers, etc. Mao Chi's spouse, having heard who-knows-what, believed that fish, especially deep-sea fish, contain a lot of calcium, and the fish bones even more.

Thus, Mao Chi ate deep-sea fish for a whole month straight, causing him to develop slight allergic symptoms upon smelling that odor.

Not only that, his spouse dried the deep-sea fish bones, ground them into powder, and had Mao Chi take it orally every day.

It is said that doing so can supplement more calcium.

No matter how Mao Chi tried to reason with his spouse, laying out facts and logic, it was useless; that physical exam report thrown in front of him spoke louder than a thousand words.

No choice, he gritted his teeth and ate it.

He repeatedly told his spouse that it must be crushed as finely as possible; otherwise, if this thing gets lodged in the esophagus, there is an extremely small chance it could be fatal.

After all, as a vascular surgeon, Mao Chi has seen over the years how many patients have fish bones stuck in their arteries, to the point he no longer knows the count.

If he himself were to fall to that point, Mao Chi believes that lying on the operating table, the thoracic doctors would not only not shed tears or feel anxious, but would wear a sinister smile and say to him—'Director Mao, you too have your day.'

In short, just be careful.

Mao Chi felt that eating ground fish bones twice a day was simply absurd; he never imagined that before he grew old and unable to walk, he would have sunk to this point.

After all, he is the director of 912; if people knew he ate fish bones every day for calcium, they'd laugh him to death.

He ate it; whether it's a psychological effect or something else, Mao Chi felt his waist and legs had become stronger, his walk vigorous.

No wonder so many people squat in residential areas every day, giving middle-aged and elderly people brainwashing lectures to sell various health supplements. Mao Chi initially didn't believe this moneymaking method, but now seeing it, it really does have some truth.

After today's surgery, Mao Chi turned and stepped down, sitting on the small round stool in the Operating Room, watching the pretty nurses casually driving around.

Too bad, the young girls nowadays are not like before.

Back then, in the Operating Room they would spout dirty jokes; the greatest joy wasn't the jokes themselves, but seeing the young girls' faces flush red with bashfulness.

Nowadays, when a girl says a dirty joke, she instantly gets it, and then throws back even more jokes.

Although the interaction is much better, it lacks a bit of the former feeling.

Mao Chi sat on the small round stool, straightened his back. After finishing the surgery, at noon he needs to go sunbathe.

It is said that ultraviolet rays can supplement calcium; after years of popular science, this is common knowledge. However, only ultraviolet rays with wavelengths between 290-315 nm have this effect; sunbathing for 20-30 minutes each day from 10 a. m. to 3 p. m. is sufficient.

His osteoporosis should have been alleviated by now, Mao Chi thought, as he watched the nurses joyriding on the operating table with the subordinate doctors about to tip over, his mind was on calcium supplementation.

Indeed, he is getting old, Mao Chi thought.

He straightened his waist, when suddenly a sharp pain in the chest area made him feel a chill down his spine.

Heart attack! Such a diagnosis appeared in his mind.

Mao Chi immediately stopped his movement, carefully sensing that feeling just now.

A sudden onset of severe and prolonged pressure-like pain behind the sternum or in the precordial area, Mao Chi gave his pain a definition.

"Little Zhou." Mao Chi tried not to be tense, took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly.

This is the Operating Room, the Operating Room of 912; even if I were to really faint, I would be rescued, and there would be absolutely no problem.

Mao Chi was certain of this.

Just lying on the ground, his subordinate doctors giving him chest compressions, bang bang bang fracturing the sternum, and then moreover accompanied by a cardiac contusion…

Just thinking about this, Mao Chi felt the pain behind his sternum intensify a bit.

Doctor Zhou was happily chatting, not hearing Director Mao's words. He was suturing the skin while saying something to the instrument nurse.

"The director is calling you." The circulating nurse reminded.

"Ah?" He turned back, saw Mao Chi sitting on the small round stool, and immediately said: "Director, the last stitch, it'll be done soon."

He thought Director Mao was urging him because he thought his skin suturing was too slow.

"ECG, get me an ECG right away." Mao Chi said calmly.

"What the... Zhou Yisheng froze for a moment—this is a joke?! The anesthesiologist, the anesthesiologist's assistant, the circulating nurse, and the instrument nurse in the Operating Room were also stunned."

"The person on the table sped up instantly; the anesthesiologist's assistant bolted out like a wild dog that had shaken off its stupor, to get the ECG machine and nitroglycerin."