Chapter 392: with translation of chapter title

384 equipment, I use Longwind's.

The next morning, Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren arrived at City First Hospital.

At 7:55, Professor Rudolf Wagner arrived punctually like a mechanical watch, coming to the Jizhenbingfang.

Zheng Ren greeted the professor, said hello to Director Pan, then went downstairs.

Downstairs, a black BMW X5 was parked at the entrance.

The exhaust pipe sputtered, Feng Xu Hui stood at the front of the car, seeing Zheng Ren come out, he quickly opened the car door.

Zheng Ren had no idea how much trouble he had caused Feng Xu Hui.

Because the Northeastern company was just starting out, various supplies only had 2-4 spare parts, and Longwind Micro-creation didn't have the appetite or ambition to swallow the entire Northeastern market in one go.

After receiving the call last night, Feng Xu Hui was completely dumbfounded.

So many TIPS Surgery supplies… Longwind Micro-creation's Northeastern branch simply doesn't have them!

He hung up Zheng Ren's call, immediately called Ma Dong, and explained the situation here.

Ma Dong didn't hesitate at all, without considering costs, he ordered the Di Du company to send people driving overnight to transfer 20 sets of TIPS Surgery supplies to Hai Cheng. Moreover, he had foresight and quickly contacted to replenish Di Du's inventory.

Hai Cheng is not too far from Di Du; driving 5-6 hours gets you there.

Around 4 a. m., Di Du's sales personnel arrived in Hai Cheng, and Feng Xu Hui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The sales personnel from Di Du directly tossed the BMW X5 to Feng Xu Hui, saying that Ma Dong said this car would henceforth be the dedicated vehicle for the Northeastern region.

Such support practically moved Feng Xu Hui to tears.

He no longer had the means of delivering breakfast to stay in touch, and he was already anxious to no end.

Whenever Zheng Ren made a phone call, even if it meant butting his head against the ground, he had to get it done.

This is a happy worry.

Driving, heading straight to City Second Hospital.

Zheng Ren sat in the passenger seat, and Feng Xu Hui began to worry about the next step.

One's own thigh sitting to the side, you can't just sit face to face without saying anything, right?

But Chief Zheng… is really hard to communicate with; no matter what Feng Xu Hui says, he just gives vague uh-huh responses.

In the end, it was Professor Rudolf Wagner sitting in the back who started chatting with Feng Xu Hui in his Northeastern accent with a hint of dialect, and that was really pleasant.

Zheng Ren answered the call from Dean Zhang, asking whether to go straight into surgery or first take a look at the patient.

Both options are doable for the professor who runs the Flying Knife.

According to procedure, the surgeon must examine the patient before surgery; this is necessary.

But the professor who runs the Flying Knife, in order to see more patients, earn more money, and increase efficiency per unit time, usually does not examine the patients.

While this side just landed from the plane, the patient on the other side is already on the operating table.

Unrelated to medical ethics, local hospitals that can invite professors from Di Du and Modu to perform surgery are basically tertiary hospitals. Basic quality should still be there, and the pre-op images are definitely reviewed; if the patient is too critical, the Flying Knife professor will directly refuse.

What a joke—skip all the simple surgeries and do the difficult ones? That's just asking for trouble.

Of course, running the Flying Knife also carries risks.

Back in the early 2000s, Di Du had an orthopedics professor who ran the Flying Knife and went to Shijiazhuang.

The patient had a simple fracture, but due to old age, the bone didn't heal after surgery. Without a word, the family had someone go to Di Du and break the professor's leg. (Note 1)

Zheng Ren didn't even think, he just said, let's go see the patient first.

Although City First Hospital is only 18.4 kilometers from City Second Hospital, since they belong to different hospitals, being cautious is no mistake.

Zheng Ren has been careful and cautious all his life, long since forming a habit.

18.4 kilometers doesn't take long by car, even during morning rush hour.

Hai Cheng's morning rush hour can't compare to that of Di Du, Modu, or even Sheng Cheng.

The Infectious Disease Hospital's location is relatively remote; after twenty-five minutes, Feng Xu Hui had driven to the Second Hospital.

In front of the Inpatient Department building, over a dozen doctors in white coats were waiting; it was obvious they were waiting for Zheng Ren.

Feng Xu Hui was a little surprised that the people from the Second Hospital actually stood at the Inpatient Department building's entrance to greet Chief Zheng?

What kind of status and position must this be?!

Professor Rudolf Wagner, however, didn't care at all.

Whenever he goes to other hospitals to do demonstration surgeries… anyway, it's never this shabby.

The car stopped, the chubby guy ran over to the passenger side and pulled open the door.

"Chief Zheng, you've arrived."

Seeing the chubby guy's obsequious, nervous appearance, Zheng Ren couldn't help but laugh and cry.

He's at least forty years old; having him open the car door for a young doctor is really hard on him.

"You're welcome, you're welcome," Zheng Ren said.

"Not at all, this is just what's expected." The chubby guy's face was full of smiles as he said, "I came back and consulted with our thoracic department head; yesterday you performed an open-chest rescue in the Emergency Resuscitation Room, your technique was superb, your diagnosis accurate—I'm truly impressed."

Seeing Zheng Ren's expressionless face, as if he hadn't heard his words, the chubby guy continued to smile apologetically, no longer flattering.

"Chief Zheng, nice to see you again." Dean Zhang took the lead, extending his hand.

"Dean Zhang, you've gone to trouble." Zheng Ren shook his hand and smiled, "The patient's conditions are all good, which can effectively reduce the chance of Shou Bing failure."

"For the first time, I worried that the equipment and Operating Room facilities here might not be easy for you to use."

"Equipment, I use Longwind's." This person is the Manager of Longwind Micro-creation's Northeastern region, Feng Xu Hui. Zheng Ren patted Feng Xu Hui on the shoulder.

As soon as Feng Xu Hui got out of the car, seeing Zheng Ren introduce himself and directly state that he would perform TIPS Surgery using Longwind's equipment, he was instantly moved to tears.

Dean Zhang gave Feng Xu Hui a reserved greeting, not even extending his hand. But Feng Xu Hui didn't mind, after all, the person is the president of the Second Hospital, his benefactor; even if he were to spit in his face, he'd still have to smile and say it's fine.

After introducing the accompanying department heads to Zheng Ren, Zheng Ren shook hands with each one.

The head of the Hepatology Department was fine, but the head of the Intervention Department carried a hint of hostility.

Zheng Ren felt it, but didn't take it to heart. He only vaguely remembered that the head of the Intervention Department was surnamed Cheng, named Cheng Lixue.

Cheng Lixue, this name is easy to remember.

Looking at his expression, if it weren't for Professor Rudolf Wagner standing behind him, he would probably have erupted on the spot.

The professor used it to put on a front, seems not bad, Zheng Ren thought.

Under the leadership of Director Zhang, they first examined the patients.

The first patient had refractory ascites; the urgent lab test this morning showed the patient's physical exam was fairly good, and the condition was much milder than the one previously done at City First Hospital.

Zheng Ren was fairly satisfied; when looking at the second patient, a doctor from Eryuan sent the first patient to the Operating Room.

After examining eight patients, Zheng Ren gained a deeper Understanding of Director Zhang's meticulousness.

All the patients had refractory ascites; this could as much as possible avoid the small probability of vomiting blood during surgery.

This person is really not bad, Zheng Ren thought.

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Note 1: Ten years ago, my grandfather had Shou Bing, and I consulted a Beijing expert. Chatting over a meal, I heard this, which is just hearsay.