Chapter 813 It's a Home with a Mother

"I'm used to it." Zheng Ren didn't feel anything, he flicked his wrist slightly, and took out a cigarette. The man quickly put it in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit it for Zheng Ren.

"Doctor, my mother's illness can be cured, right?" the man asked fiercely.

"Yes. Although there are risks, compared with the benefits of the surgery, the risks are affordable." Zheng Ren said: "If the surgery is not done, the portal vein pressure will become higher and higher, like a ticking time bomb. And stubborn ascites is not good. Solved, now I am in good health, and I can survive a vomit of blood once. When a large amount of protein leaks out and is malnourished, the healing ability of the blood vessels is poor, and it is estimated that if there is another vomit of blood, the person will be choking.”

"Then do it! Doctor, do you think 100,000 yuan is enough?" The man gritted his back molars and said.

It seemed that one hundred thousand yuan was his psychological limit.

Now it's all electronic payments, and few people use cash anymore. Just now Zheng Ren saw that he was giving money from his wallet.

Zheng Ren guessed that this person's wallet was deflated, and it was true. Not only that, but his Alipay, WeChat wallet, and credit card have no money.

"Go home and sell the house?" Zheng Ren was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Well, sell!" The man was making a very difficult decision, Zheng Ren opened his mouth, and he blurted out subconsciously.

After finishing speaking, he immediately came to his senses, his face was a bit embarrassing, and his face was a little dark.

"Oh." Zheng Ren also sighed.

"Doctor, I know I shouldn't ask that." The man hesitated, "Are you the one who performs the surgery?"

"Well, I'll do it." Zheng Ren nodded.

"I can save a little, but I'll trouble you to save it." The man nodded and bowed, his voice was as low as a mosquito's, and Zheng Ren could see that he was really looking good.

But there are always things in the world that are more valuable than face, right? For the old lady's illness, he bent down to beg Zheng Ren "at all costs".

"There is a way on my side, which can save a lot of money, but it hasn't been put into practice yet. I'll push it and see. But you don't have a lot of money here. How come the emperor is here?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Thank you, thank you." The man thanked repeatedly, and then sighed, "Doctor, you said that this house is a home with mother. If mother is not here, is it still called home?"

Zheng Ren heaved a sigh of relief. What he said made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

"My mother doted on me. I didn't know it when I was a child, but I knew it when I was older. But I have a lot of friends, and I have a good face, so I can't change it. But this thing is different. I thought about hiring a girl and said yes. My fiancee, let my mother rest assured." The man said sadly, the cigarette between his fingers trembling slightly.

"But when my mother saw her just now, she immediately said that she would not be hospitalized and wanted to go home, and tried to get me married. She wanted to comfort the old lady, but she was playing around..." The man was particularly distressed.

Although it was a good face, once the truth was told, there was nothing to be scruples about. He told Zheng Ren everything directly and regarded him as the person to confide in.

Zheng Ren patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

I don't know how he came up with this "wonderful idea". This person is really rough.

But everything is wrong, Zheng Ren was moved by the words just now.

"Well, I'll contact you and do another checkup. Then I'll take your mother to do it. The operation is temporarily scheduled for tomorrow. In terms of cost, I will try to save you as much as possible. If there are other things, I will let you know , how is it?" Zheng Ren asked.

"well."

Zheng Ren took a deep breath of the cigarette, stubbed out half of the cigarette butt, and threw it into the ashtray.

Back in the intervention department, Zheng Ren immediately called Su Yun.

The phone didn't even have time to ring, and the other side answered it.

For Su Yun, the mobile phone is always in his hand. When he was on mission in the south, he didn't have a mobile phone, but he was so overwhelmed that he almost didn't feel depressed.

"Su Yun, how is the connection with the live broadcast of the surgery going?" Zheng Ren didn't exchange pleasantries, nor did he have any exchange of pleasantries with Su Yun.

"I'm doing it, what's the matter? Are you in such a hurry?" Su Yun asked.

"There is a patient in the Department of Gastroenterology who is suitable for TIPS surgery. But the patient's family has no money. I thought that if I can catch up, I will do it directly this time."

"Hey, is the boss showing kindness?"

"It's a live broadcast, all for the Nobel Prize."

"Don't talk nonsense, I know. Manager Feng is still recovering in the hospital. The person from Changfeng who is temporarily handling this matter will arrive in a while. I'll see."

"Okay, then I'll hang up... By the way, wait!" Zheng Ren suddenly remembered that the patient was going to have to do MRI, and said hastily.

But when he spoke, the phone on that side had already been hung up.

The hand speed is above 400, and the talking is definitely not as fast as hanging up the phone.

Helpless, Zheng Ren had no choice but to call Su Yun back.

Su Yun's side is busy, and his executive ability is too strong, sometimes it is quite annoying. Zheng Ren didn't hang up, just waited beeping.

Soon, the other side picked up.

"Boss, can't you clarify something at once?" Su Yun said.

"..." Zheng Ren originally wanted Director Chu's phone number, but then he thought about it, isn't this just trying to kill him? I should go directly.

"It's all right, I'll go directly to Director Chu. You'll be busy on your side first, let me know on WeChat." After Zheng Ren finished speaking, he hung up without hesitation.

"Boss, what are you busy with? Do you feel like you've got Zhang Guang?" The professor looked at Zheng Ren and asked strangely.

"Fugui, I'm preparing for a live broadcast of the surgery," Zheng Ren said.

"..." Professor Rudolf Wagner froze for a moment, "Is there a large meeting?"

"No, it's a live broadcast on the website, and it will be normalized in the future, in order to promote TIPS surgery." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, you are so confident!" The professor was speechless for a while, and finally choked out such a sentence.

Surgical live broadcast, can it be done if you want to do it?

The level is high enough, this is not enough, the key is who can guarantee the success of every operation? !

Once it fails, this live broadcast will be recorded by someone with a heart. In the future, when academic disputes arise, they will be brought out... and slapped in the face!

But Professor Rudolf Wagner wanted to persuade Zheng Ren, but he held back at the last hurdle.

The boss is so awesome, what do you need to tell me what to do?

The professor thinks so.

"Fugui, I'll go to the CT room, you take a good look at the house," Zheng Ren said.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Need not."

Zheng Ren directly rejected Professor Rudolf Wagner's request. I was looking for Director Chu to do something, so I was asking someone to do something, so why did I take the German professor with me? Feel uncomfortable for yourself?

Although he had contact with Director Chu when he first came to the imperial capital, Zheng Ren was sure that Director Chu had a crush on him, but so what?

A few days ago, Zheng Ren visited the directors of relevant departments in the whole hospital, but Director Chu was not at home, so he missed it.

In the past few days, when he came back, he was about to go to the stall, but this happened.

Forget it, let's ask someone.

Zheng Ren bit the bullet and rushed to the CT room.