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"I go……"

"How did he guess?"

"Guess? You guessed the diagnosis of cerebral hemorrhage."

The surrounding doctors talked like boiling water in a pot.

Today, this matter is reversed too quickly, and these doctors with rich clinical experience are unacceptable.

No consultation, no physical examination, no auxiliary examination, a cerebral hemorrhage at a glance, and a separate escort, and sent directly to neurosurgery.

This has exceeded the awareness of many doctors on duty in the emergency department, and everyone is not aware of it.

"The patient didn't look like a cerebral hemorrhage. I didn't expect it to be true."

"It is no wonder that the director of the old Pan directly referred to Xiao Zheng as a hospitalized person. People really have the ability, but don't really say that the old director is very poisonous."

"That is, the old director of the army was the director of the high-ranking ward in the military hospital. In the same time, if he didn't have two sons, could he sit in that position? Zheng is also very powerful. If you don't say anything else, I will be convinced of this diagnosis."

Zheng Ren heard the comments from colleagues around him and smiled. Although he is gentle, but at the moment, his heart is also dark.

Not because of the praise of colleagues, but because the system is simply too intimate.

Yuan Li was suddenly a teenager, and his mental head was gone. He pulled his eyes and sneaked back to the clinic.

He was puzzling, Zheng Renlian did not do the consultation, check the body, on what basis to diagnose the patient's cerebral hemorrhage?

This is not scientific!

Dr. Yuan Li still did not believe that there was no patient at the time. He opened the reading system and found the patient's head CT.

Sure enough, CT showed fine bleeding around the anterior communicating artery. Look at the amount of bleeding, it is about 1ml. If you don't know that the patient is already in a coma, this amount of cerebral hemorrhage can easily be judged as an image artifact.

Although Zheng Ren’s diagnosis is correct, Yuan Li still does not understand why Zheng Ren can diagnose cerebral hemorrhage without doing anything.

Meng, this product is absolutely fortunate!

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Zheng Ren is waiting for the arrival of the emergency suture in quiet.

However, it is also strange to say that there are countless emergency departments in large and small injuries, but there is no patient who needs to be sutured.

The emergency department does not always have major rescues and serious traumas. Zheng Ren wants to have surgery in the emergency department, or he has to look at his life.

By eleven and a half, Zheng Ren called Yuan Lixian to go to the cafeteria for dinner, and he helped me to watch it for a while.

Yuan Liyi was in a state of paralysis in the morning, and there was not much expression of the goodwill of Zheng Ren’s release. He did not say anything like a thank you, and went to eat without expression.

When Yuan Li came back, Zheng Ren had already arrived at the cafeteria more than twelve o'clock.

After the meal, there were not many people in the cafeteria. Zheng Ren took a meal and found a corner to eat while savoring the new features that the system gave to himself.

For the doctor, the function that the system opened to Zheng Ren is really like the unparalleled rhythm.

"Isn't that Zheng Ren? The cerebral hemorrhage patient sent in the morning said that he was the first to discover."

"A cerebral hemorrhage, what is there. As far as his non-Emirates is concerned, I estimate that it has reached the level of the Great Yin Yang Master."

"Haha, it’s awkward. With Professor Yoichiro Ichiro, I went to the stage, didn't learn anything, and finally all the black pots were on the back. This luck is really bad."

Not far from Zhengren, there are several people eating, and Zheng Ren knows that they are all doctors of ICU.

Their voices were not deliberately depressed, even when they said Zheng Ren.

"Mongolian." A person looked up and looked at Zheng Ren's back and said faintly.

"Sho is right." The dog's leg next to it shouted 666.

Zheng Ren listened to the voice and knew who he was talking about.

Su Yun, the dean of Fu, the graduate student of the Union Medical University. It is said that he was admitted to a doctoral student in the past, but he did not know why he returned to Haicheng.

Zheng Ren is incomprehensible in this delicate and wonderful brain circuit.

However, people are the second generation of medical doctors. How do you make sense? You can’t compare yourself.

As for now, Zheng Ren feels that there is no comparison, that is, he has no way to compare with himself.

Su Yun's hair is very long, black and black, and a smashed hair like a bang in front of her eyes, a pair of black lacquered big eyes like innocent gems are usually dotted on the face of white enamel.

At first glance, the feeling is that this girl is really beautiful, and the value of Yan can definitely score 90 points.

But when I look at the second sight, I will raise a question in my heart. It seems to be a little boy.

Su Yun's return rate is extremely high, whether it is on the street or inside the hospital.

He is such a small boy who is better than most girls.

"Cloud brother, if you are a dry surgeon, there are other things. It is estimated that this time to the Senyu professor with Taiwan, can only be you, surgery will not have any twists and turns." One looks more than Su Yun old The old doctor said.

He seems to have called Yun Ge very skilled, no emotions.

Su Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and the broken hair on his forehead floated.

"Surgery, what is good?" Su Yundao, "I know why I didn't work in surgery that year?"

"Yes, when you were admitted to the doctoral student of Concord Cardiothoracic Surgery Han, why not read?"

This question is also true of Zheng Ren. He put his ears up and listened to Su Yun’s gossip.

Su Yun returned to the sea doctor, but it was not as simple as the second generation of the doctor.

"I don't want to trouble the anesthesiologist."

Ok? What is the relationship with an anesthesiologist? The ICU doctors next to Zheng Ren and Su Yun stunned.

Su Yun gently picked up the broken hair on his forehead, and his eyes are lonely~www.~ I have the most intelligent brain, the most flexible fingers, born to be the best surgeon, but fate is unfair to me. "Su Yun's tone is as lonely as snow, just like the old man who sees through the world." Destiny gave me the face of peerlessness. ”

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"My peerless face can't cover even wearing two layers of sterile masks. Every time the patient is anesthetized before surgery, the anesthetic dose should be increased. Some patients even give the maximum amount of anesthesia. You said that I still How to dry surgery?"

The surrounding air suddenly became quiet and dignified.

Zheng Ren smiled in his heart and tried to swallow the rice. I was afraid that it would be difficult to see if he accidentally sprayed the food out.

"Cough and cough..." The dog legs around Su Yun did not have such a low lower limit. After a long time, I coughed a few times. "Yun, I think you are right."

Zheng Ren continued to be tolerant, for fear of ridicule himself and provoked Su Yun.

It’s not because Su Yun is the nephew of the dean, and he dare not provoke him. It is because Su Yun is the common male **** of the nurses in the hospital. If the nurse knows that he has provoked him, he will not be able to match him with the surgery.

As soon as he thought that he was alone in surgery, even the equipment nurse did not, Zheng Ren had a chill.

what? Hospital arrangements? Assigned by the Department of Nursing?

Now the little nurses are all after 95, and even after 00, one will not resign after resigning. Anyway, the hospital did not earn much, and it still worked hard.

Even the nursing department is not willing to provoke these little nurses, so their male gods...

Zheng Ren took two meals to eat the food and left the table immediately.

It’s gone, and the words of Su Yun are floating in my ears: “How can I look so good?”