Chapter 1395: God operation (on)

It turned out to be the case.
The question of the professor is also the question of Wu Hang Wu. In the pathology department, Zheng Boss has been tossing for a long time and always feels particularly redundant. There is no need at all.
It turns out that this is just the role of the laboratory. What Zheng boss really wants to do is take a biopsy of the pathology in the CT room and do the inspection on the spot?
Is it frozen during surgery? Wu Hang is not clear about Zheng Ren’s real purpose.
The director's microscope belongs to the teaching microscope, which has a high grade and has three lenses.
In other words, when the late director is observing the pathology, there are two people nearby who can see the vision he sees.
If the late director is on the rise, he may explain it.
This is the benefit of a multi-head microscope.
Wu Hang is also curious. He wants to see how high the pathological level of Zheng Boss who was recommended by the Nobel Prize in Medicine, so he risked being burned by the director to the frozen group during the surgery. machine.
He even thought that the level of a clinician would not be higher than himself.
If you can point to Zheng Boss two times, if Zheng Boss won the Nobel Prize in a few decades, he can spit the stars and fly, and said that the path of Zheng Boss was taught by Lao Tzu!
Although they are all bragging, as long as there is a little practical thing, it is not too empty to say.
He has a little bit of selfishness.
Wu Hang saw Zheng Ren sit down and began to look at the silk tissue. He also came under another microscope to begin to observe Zheng Ren's movements.
Professor Rudolf Wagner did not understand the pathology, but what the boss was doing, he was also curious, occupying the third microscope head.
The messy cell tissue under the microscope is not understood at all by Professor Rudolf Wagner, who is not a student of cytology.
He can only see the lens moving constantly.
For Wu Hang, it is another kind of world.
Because it is opaque and has not been post-treated, he barely sees the qualities of certain cellular tissues. Even if he knows that this is a piece of liver cancer tissue, he can use the reverse push method to reluctantly judge that some cells are "may" be liver cancer cells.
The lens freezes and a faint light appears in the field of vision. The liquid micro-microwave movement of the interstitial space is like a naughty child stirring a pool of spring water with a branch.
What does Zheng boss want to do? Wu Hangyi’s question mark.
The cell is very small, is he going to take the cell? What type of tweezers or pliers are used?
Clinical microsurgery, which is only millimeter-scale, is vastly different from the micron-scale diameter of cells.
One millimeter is equal to one thousand micrometers, and millimeter-level microsurgery is not perfect in clinical practice, let alone micron-level cell organization.
It is impossible to take cells directly.
"Wu Hang!" A voice angered.
Wu Hang is looking at the light, thinking about what Zheng boss is going to do, not realizing that this is his most fearful voice.
The light agitates the liquid in the interstitial space of the cell. As another light appears, the liquid in the interstitial space trembles slightly, and the force of interaction between the indescribable light and the cell appears.
A cell was taken from the pathological tissue with the light of Zheng Ren's finger.
I am going to... and this kind of operation? !
What is Zheng boss using? ! How can I take cell tissue? !
Numerous question marks and exclamation marks in Wu Hang’s consciousness are intertwined and incomprehensible. Being surprised, the right ear hurts.
The sting hurts him.
A little old man glared at Wu Hang’s ear and looked angry.
"Chi Director, late director, you..."
"Wu Hang! Who told you to move my machine!" Director Chi asked angrily.
"Slides, fixatives, coverslips." Zheng Ren did not seem to notice someone coming, he concentrated on the operation of the light to take case cells, the mouth said lightly.
"Who are you?" Director Chi saw the Lord, some familiar, but very young, looks like a graduate student.
"Director, Zheng Boss of the Interventional Department, Zheng Boss of the Nobel Prize." Wu Hang quickly explained that he even moved out of the Nobel Prize as his own shield and wanted to resolve the anger of the late director.
Zheng boss? Interventional department?

What do you do with the pathology department?
Director Chi asked. He took a closer look at the machine and saw an attached pendant on his baby microscope. His heart burned with anger.
"Director, Director, look! Zheng Boss took a pathological cell directly without knowing anything." Wu Hang explained quickly.

Impossible.
Director Chi directly denied Wu Hang’s statement. When the hand was released, the huge head was free.
The clinical instruments are millimeter-scale, and at most 0.1 millimeters. There is no way to remove the μm level. cells."
"I just saw it."
Zheng Ren operated the light, seeing that there was no slide on it, and when he heard someone talking, he left the microscope and looked up.
"Zheng boss, this is our late director." Wu Hang immediately introduced.
"Chier, thank you." Zheng Ren showed a standard smirk and immediately said: "Slide."
Wu Hang looked at the director late, saw that he did not speak, and quickly took a glass slide on the shelf.

Need to deal with it?

"Yes, but I will come by myself." Zheng Ren smiled ~EbookFREE.me~ Then he buried his head and continued to operate.
"Director, you take a look." Although Wu Hang is reluctant, he can only give the position to the late director.
Not to say what business is going to the bank today, how come back?
Wu Hang’s heart was unlucky, recalling the scene he had just seen, his heart was like a kitten scratching, it was very itchy.
The late director sat down with a dubious suspicion. He carefully observed the pendant and saw that there was no damage to his baby microscope. Then he took another look at Wu Hang and began to observe through the microscope.
After 23′′, the body of the late director was stagnant.
After 1'02′′, his hand gripped the base of the baby microscope tightly, and the joints made a creaking sound, like a dead wood was eroded by termites, and it broke at any time and turned into dust.
3'13′′, the late director has quietly watched Zheng Ren take the living pathological cells and see the gods.
22'23", Zheng Ren finally raised his head and moved the cervical spine.
"Zheng boss, what's the matter?" Wu Hang asked.
"Yeah." Zheng Rendao, "The material is finished, and then it can be observed under the microscope."
Wu Hang glanced at the late director and saw his eyes hang on the microscope lens, as if the whole person had to get into it.
What is the situation?
"Boss, what are you doing? Look at the time, look at the heart of this trouble." Professor Rudolf Wagner said with a frown.
"Micromanipulation, it may be that your brain vestibular nerve can not stand. Do not read, and intervention does not matter." Zheng Ren smiled.
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