Chapter 562

Puncture completed, the membrane-covered stent went in, followed by the retrievable stent.

Everything went smoothly; Director Kong was stunned.

This fucking is TIPS Surgery?

No way.

Director Kong leaned forward, brows furrowed, lost in thought.

As the retrievable stent was placed, Director Kong felt somewhat bewildered. At that moment, his phone vibrated and emitted a strange melody.

Director Kong lifted his gaze, through the lead glass looking complexly at Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner performing the surgery inside, then turned and left the operating room.

This phone ringtone was set to Su Yun; Director Kong contacted Su Yun via Zhao Yunlong and other inpatient chiefs to get any information about Zheng Ren at any time.

Originally thought it was an idle move, but unexpectedly it played a huge role.

Director Kong came to the hallway, answered the call, and lowered his voice: "What's up?"

"Director Kong, are you doing the surgery?" Su Yun's lazy voice came over, accompanied by a huge sigh.

"Yes."

"Can you understand it?"

Director Kong seemed to see Su Yun's handsome face with a smirk deserving a beating, appearing before his eyes.

But... I really can't understand it.

"I can't understand." Director Kong said, shaking his head helplessly.

"Hehe." Su Yun laughed.

"You just want to ask if I can understand it?" Director Kong, a bit angry, said: "If that's the case, we can hang up."

"Director Kong, how could I joke with you." Su Yun's side quickly said: "I have something big to tell you."

"Speak!" Director Kong's voice, though low, became increasingly imposing.

"TheNewEnglandJournalofMedicine, latest issue, the article on TIPS Surgery has been published." Su Yun said.

"..." Director Kong didn't speak.

This Xin Ying Ge Lan medical journal, its SCORE is frighteningly high; the reviewers are all with eyes above the top; even ordinary literature that passes review has to queue for publication.

But the article on TIPS Surgery was directly published, which inevitably made Director Kong feel something odd.

"Hey, Director Kong, I'm telling you, the boss still doesn't know. Although he might not care either, but I'm the first to notify you." Su Yun was unhappy, complaining on the other end of the phone.

"Little Su, thank you." Director Kong's tone softened considerably, "well, the first author is..."

Definitely the Boss, this I did myself, being able to list Fugui'er as second author, still looking at his face for wanting to submit this paper for the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

Okay, I understand. Director Kong's mind gradually cleared some ideas.

His tone firm, he didn't chat more with Su Yun, and directly hung up the phone.

Director Kong pondered a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed out.

Director Yan, I am Kong Liancheng.

Doctor Zheng's TIPS Surgery, I saw it with my own eyes, absolutely revolutionary, world-leading level.

Yeah, and the matter regarding the Nobel Prize is being promoted. The paper is said to have been published in the latest issue of The New England Journal of Medicine.

Reporting to the chief, I'm sure! I personally saw Doctor Zheng perform the TIPS Surgery! Suddenly, Director Kong instinctively put his legs together, as if giving a military salute, and answered solemnly and seriously.

My suggestion: establish a TIPS Surgery research center, bring Doctor Zheng to our side to specialize in TIPS Surgery. The Nobel Prize requires surgical volume. Evaluation is one aspect; furthermore, based on my initial observation, the new surgical method can still benefit patients.

Good!

Spare no expense!!

Firmly accomplish the mission!!!

Having said that, Director Kong hung up the phone.

His brows tightly furrowed, as if facing an extremely difficult battle, he was pondering how to deploy his forces.

The first TIPS Surgery patient was soon brought out; Wang Qiang went to send the patient, while Gao Shaojie exchanged surgical experience with Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren glanced around, not seeing Director Kong, worried that the old comrade had stayed up late and overexerted himself to the point of heart trouble, so he had Feng Xu Hui go look for him.

Feng Xu Hui walked out of the operating room, saw Director Kong standing on the other side of the corridor, frowning in thought.

Director Kong, you're here; Chief Zheng sent me to find you. Feng Xu Hui cheerfully went up to him.

You're the manager of Longwind Micro-creation, Feng Xu Hui, right? Director Kong ignored Feng Xu Hui's words and directly asked.

I am. Feng Xu Hui was taken aback; Director Kong, why are you looking so stern?

Call your company's big boss; tonight at eight, come to Hai Cheng to find me.

... Feng Xu Hui was dumbfounded, completely unaware of what had happened.

Even though Director Kong is the department head of a top-tier national Grade-A tertiary hospital, he seemingly lacks such status and authority to summon the boss of a domestic medical supplies company at will.

Director Kong looked at Feng Xu Hui's expression, patted his shoulder, and said: 'It's not just you; there are other companies too. Only out of respect for Zheng Lao Ban's face am I giving your company an opportunity. Whether you come or not doesn't matter; you decide.'

Having said that, Director Kong breezily returned to the operating room.

Feng Xu Hui was dumbfounded; what does this mean?

He thought for a long time but still couldn't grasp what Director Kong's words really meant.

Since Director Kong arrived, Feng Xu Hui felt as if his world had collapsed.

Although there were immortals pointing the way, I had just refused the company's transfer overseas on this side, and Chief Zheng is going to Di Du...

Today Feng Xu Hui also steeled himself and came to City Eryuan Hospital. Up to now, his heart is still in turmoil.

But after thinking, Feng Xu Hui still didn't act on his own initiative; instead, he called Ma Dong.

Ma Quan was in a meeting; the company faced a life-or-death decision.

Cypress Prosperity International faced bankruptcy liquidation; the company was holding a meeting to discuss how to get a share of the pie.

All attendees had their phones set to silent; only Ma Quan's phone was placed in front of him.

Watching the company's finance director and sales director engage in an intense Debate, Ma Quan noticed the phone screen in front of him light up.

His phone was also on silent; he glanced at the screen, saw it was Feng Xu Hui calling, and he immediately hung up.

But not long after, the phone screen lit up again.

MD, this little salesperson really has guts! Ma Quan coldly stared at the phone screen, while the argument between his two capable subordinates rang in his ears, making him somewhat irritated.

MingMing is a good thing, but the company's limited ability means it can at most snag a piece of meat, yet cannot secure a big bowl of broth; this undoubtedly leaves Ma Quan somewhat displeased.

Just at this moment, Feng Xu Hui, oblivious to danger, kept calling over and over.

Little thing, you're courting death!

Ma Quan hung up again.

But less than ten seconds later, the phone screen lit up again!

Ma Quan flew into a rage, and he slowly answered the phone.

If Feng Xu Hui doesn't give him an explanation, he will certainly give Feng Xu Hui an explanation!