Chapter 1887: Do you know how Zheng boss earns money?

"Ah?" After a dozen seconds, Gao Shaojie screamed.
"Oh, if the Nobel Prize is really a play, it will have nothing to do with you." Su Yundao, "But the following staff, I am definitely the first one, if you work in the medical team for a while, Can sit under the stage and join in the fun."
"..."
Gao Shaojie was really smashed.
"This is what you will retire in the future, and you can do it with your grandchildren."
"Dry!" Gao Shaojie said directly from the heart.
He was almost smashed out, and he was still in the second half.
"Don't worry, I remember that your son is going to take the college entrance examination." Zheng Ren said leisurely. "There is less than a month. When the college entrance examination is over, it will pass. I will knock you for a few days."
Gao Shaojie almost forgot everything.
Except for Zheng Ren, who has three stereotypes, everyone else is eager to win the Nobel Prize.
Su Yun seems to understand a little bit of Zheng Ren why this product does not like the Nobel Prize, because this thing is manipulated a bit too much.
Not to mention the Peace Prize, a project to synthesize insulin after the founding of the People's Republic of China, a proper Nobel Prize project. But what?
The organ transplant project can also get the Nobel Prize, but what?
On the contrary, the project of led lights has won the most important physics award, which is really ridiculous.
But after so many years of publicity, the Nobel Prize has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
I don't know what the group of people in the family of congenital porphyria is thinking about now.
Su Yun began to ponder this.
Zheng Ren then said, "The old man, after a surgery, you have to pay attention to a few points."
He once again started classes at 1234.
Gao Shaojie soon forgot the Nobel Prize, settled down, and listened carefully to Zheng Ren.
The more I listen, the more I am scared. Gao Shaojie knows that this is just the time when the esophagus stent is just taken. Zheng Boss observes his movements and then summarizes the shortcomings in his own operation.
After all, I have not had surgery together for a long time, and I have made great progress. This is not a denial of Gao Shaojie.
And just as an assistant himself, there is almost no real operation. Can Zheng boss see so many problems?
After listening to it, the flame in his heart became more and more prosperous.
......
Xia Hua and the anesthesiologist sent the patient to iu. Normally, this kind of postoperative patient Xia Hua would not send it in person. It is enough to have a doctor.
But today he feels that if he doesn't send the patient, he is sorry for the surgery that Zheng boss has done.
This is an illusion, even if it is an illusion, Xia Hua also obeys the mind.
Just out of the operating room door, Xia Hua was surrounded by a family of patients.
The family members are stupid.
In the first time, no one realized that it was sent by their own people.
It was not until Xia Hua shouted the name of the patient that the family was surrounded by the spring as if it were a spring.
The patient's eldest son was a little embarrassed. His emotions almost collapsed. He grabbed Xia Hua's arm and trembled and asked, "Doctor, my dad is not saved."
"Not saved?" Xia Hua asked.
"How long has it been introduced? I... I heard people say, open it, can't operate, close it, this is the fastest surgical procedure." The patient's son's tears fell.
"No, no, the operation is very successful." Xia Hua quickly comforted the patient's family.
"what?"
"You are lucky. Today, I invited the professor of the Imperial Capital to perform the operation. I just had to meet your father's surgery and need an emergency. People are anxious to go. I have to do an emergency first, so the boss of Emperor and me took the surgery. Give it."
When he said this, Xia Hua felt that he was in a bad mood.
I brushed my own hands, and the lead clothes were also worn. I went on stage, but what did I do?
In the end, I played a few knots, but looking at the face of Zheng’s assistant, it seems that I’m not professional enough to dislike myself.
This is special!
I didn't know what to do with the operation. I didn't understand it myself. The surgical record was written with dew.
Be sure to find Gao Shaojie to ask.
Even the surgical records have to be found together, saying that surgery together...
However, this patient's luck is very good, met Zheng boss.
I didn't make a mistake in my own words. If I just rushed to ask my boss to perform surgery, this patient has a high probability of requiring indwelling drainage, long-term anti-infection and nutritional support after surgery, and waiting for the second phase of surgery.
Not to mention how much money is spent, whether the patient can get to the second stage of surgery is a problem.
"Ah? Professor of the Imperial City?" The family of the patient was stunned.
"Well, luck is good." Xia Hua continued to comfort him.
"Doctor... Emperor... How much does the professor's hard work pay?" The family of the patient said with a sad face.

Working hard?
Xia Hua stunned.
It should be no, because it is easy to do, you are lucky. But if you want to express your gratitude, it doesn’t matter.

After that, Xia Hua directed the patient's family to push the patient to go straight to iu.
The eldest son of the patient quickly talked to other people in the family to discuss.
This other thing, Xia Hua is not willing to think more. He doesn't know the income of Zheng Boss, but he should not be short of money if he wants to be able to do so.
Just paying for the 10,000 yuan of flying knife money, is it a little less?
Xia Hua will be more than heart, and his hospital sometimes invites professors from the Imperial Capital to perform surgery.
Sometimes I feel that it is the same thing, the level of general professors take a surgery for 20,000 yuan.
And Zheng Bo’s big wrist is only 10,000 yuan!
Is it too little to pay for Zheng’s boss?
Interventional and surgical are not the same after all.
Although eating a line and wearing a lead coat for surgery, it is hard and tiring. But not many people know how important intervention surgery can be.
Not to mention ordinary people, even if it is a group of doctors, 80 does not know the scope of treatment for interventional surgery.
After all, it is the "new" means of minimally invasive treatment just started~EbookFREE.me~ There are few doctors, and the patients are not clear. It is rare for the interventional surgeon to run the flying knife.
In all fairness, 10,000 yuan is a fair price.
Just... Xia Hua thought of it, immediately ran to the anesthesiologist, whispered, "Yellow brother, do you have cash on your face?"
"Cash? Why?" the anesthesiologist asked.
"I don't think I have less surgery for Zheng Bo."
The anesthesiologist looked at Xia Hua with a weird look, and there were too many things in his eyes that couldn't tell the truth.
He looked at Xia Hua.
"Yellow, what happened?" Xia Hua whispered.
The anesthesiologist's gaze made him feel that he had done something wrong.
"Do you know how Zheng boss earns money?" The anesthesiologist said, "I will give your father a knife to fly this knife? It is not enough."