Back in 2002 as a doctor

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Along the way, someone notified the location, contacted Deng Ming, and arrived at Wellington Hospital. The patient was already on the operating table again.

The air in Wellington Hospital didn't seem to freeze at all. Zhou Congwen saw a lot of big figures who could only be seen in the news, but he didn't care. He didn't even say hello and followed the staff to the operating room.

"The operation cannot be successful!" A voice came from the locker room.

Although there was no simultaneous interpretation, Deng Ming could hear Dr. Miyamoto shouting.

He couldn't figure out what Dr. Miyamoto was thinking, if he had changed himself, he would have been hiding secretly now, absolutely not being seen by others.

It is estimated that Dr. Miyamoto's mental breakdown is exhausting all his strength to shirk all responsibility.

Man, sometimes it's really complicated. This may be another abnormal symptom of Stockholm Syndrome.

Zhou Congwen narrowed his eyes when he heard the voice in the locker room, and Deng Ming's heart shuddered.

He felt that Zhou Congwen was like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

Zhou Congwen strode into the locker room, Dr. Miyamoto waved his hands in the air, his face flushed unhealthily.

"Bang~" Zhou Congwen did not persuade Dr. Miyamoto with advanced theories as Deng Ming imagined, but took advantage of his tall legs and long legs to go up and kick him in the stomach.

This kick was so hard that Dr. Miyamoto was kicked into the air.

Chapter 0861

No one in the locker room thought that the first thing Zhou Congwen did when he came to Wellington Hospital was not to change clothes for surgery, nor to watch video materials, so as to seize the time to familiarize himself with the situation, but to beat Dr. Miyamoto.

Everyone stared at Zhou Congwen in a daze. His figure was as vigorous as a snow leopard. Before Dr. Miyamoto hit the wall and had no time to fall, he had strode forward and grabbed Dr. Miyamoto's collar. Throw him against the wall.

"What did you say?"

Zhou Congwen's Japanese is a bit weird, but his voice is exactly the same as Dr. Miyamoto's, with a Hokkaido accent in his Tokyo accent.

"Who told you that the operation must fail?"

"Crack~"

Zhou Congwen held Dr. Miyamoto by his collar and pressed him against the wall, asked a question, and slapped him across the face.

The doctors at Wellington Hospital, Dr. Miyamoto's assistant, and even Deng Ming were dumbfounded.

The conflict in the academic world is not like this!

Everyone plotted against each other openly and secretly, and even bribed and instigated the opponent's students to find out the facts of the other party's academic fraud.

That's the norm, that's what's done routinely.

But Zhou Congwen's simple, rough, and direct approach was just a kick, and raising his hand was a slap, Deng Ming almost cried.

It turned out that when Zhou Congwen asked himself why he didn't kick him at the airport, it was not a description, but... a simple statement of the facts.

It was so simple and rude that Deng Ming was speechless.

"What are the applications of excimer lasers?"

"Crack~"

Zhou Congwen slapped back again.

"What are the criteria for judging thrombus density by optical coherence tomography?"

"Crack~"

"I haven't figured out the scope of application of excimer laser technology, and I don't know whether the embolus can be ablated, so I have surgery? You are murder!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everyone in the locker room was stunned.

I just listened to Dr. Miyamoto's speech saying that the surgery Dr. Huang is going to do is murder. Some people feel contemptuous, some think Dr. Miyamoto's words are too much, and some people are even a little excited. Such a violent collision.

Unexpectedly, when Zhou Congwen came, he threw back all Dr. Miyamoto's words.

"Didn't Zeiss engineers tell you the relevant data?"

"Do you think that the success of your previous operation is due to your level? That's a fool!"

"You don't even know the contraindications to surgery, yet you still have the face to stand here and talk about my boss?"

"Crack~"

"Crack~"

A yellowish-white solid was mixed in the blood foam and flew out.

"It's you who left the patient with no other treatment, so they can only take risks." Zhou Congwen didn't hold back, slapped a slap for a word, and didn't give Dr. Miyamoto any room to retaliate.Soon, Dr. Miyamoto's cheeks were swollen, and he couldn't even speak.

"At that time, you coerced all the doctors present to agree with your point of view, falsified the data and got away with it."

Zhou Congwen's next words were spoken in a standard London accent, and the language switching was extremely smooth.

After the violent beating and the Kanto-accented Japanese with a Hokkaido accent, the doctors at Wellington Hospital were startled when they heard the familiar language, but then they nodded again and again.

At that time, Dr. Miyamoto was indeed aggressive, and he was so strong in the face of opposition that even the translator had no time to translate his words.

Coupled with the fact that Zhou Congwen picked everyone else out, the conflict obviously fell on Dr. Miyamoto, and there was no difficulty in choosing.

Deng Ming silently looked at his little junior brother.

It is true that he is simple and violent, but not entirely.

It looked like he was full of enthusiasm, but Zhou Congwen was like a slippery old clinical doctor who found a scapegoat before performing the operation.

And the reasoning is also extremely proficient, at first glance it looks like an old clinic.

If surgery goes wrong...

No, I can't think of Zhou Congwen that way, Deng Ming then smiled helplessly.

Originally, he wanted to push Zhou Congwen and Dr. Miyamoto to fight each other, but Zhou Congwen appeared in a crushing posture. It is impossible to say that while oppressing Miyamoto with words and violence, he has not forgotten to win over the people from Wellington Hospital.

Deng Ming looked at Zhou Congwen with complicated eyes. This is not something that people in their 20s can do.

"Under optical coherence tomography, if the density is greater than 2.2mm wavelength, there is no way to use laser ablation treatment. Don't you know this?"

"Whether the operation succeeds or fails, I will accuse you of the accident. If it's not your problem, it's the Zeiss company's problem! In short, one of you will die."

After a series of beatings, Zhou Congwen grabbed Dr. Miyamoto by the collar, dragged him to the door like a dead dog, and threw his hand out of the locker room.

"It's done." Zhou Congwen smiled at Deng Ming, "It's a pity, the boss is waiting for me to have an operation, otherwise he must look good."

"..."

Deng Ming was dumbfounded.

Doesn't this count as a good look for Dr. Miyamoto?What is Zhou Congwen thinking in his heart!

Is he going to throw Dr. Miyamoto on the operating table and do a little dissection and slicing?

"Director Deng, the international academic competition is very cruel." Zhou Congwen said while changing his clothes, "You can't take a step back. If you take a step back, they will think that we are weak."

"..."

"The thinking of the Angsa people is a pirate thinking. They only respect the strong and are unreasonable. This is different from that in China. It must be played out, otherwise this group of people will pounce on them like hyenas."

As Zhou Congwen spoke, he looked around at the doctors at Wellington Hospital, and spoke to Deng Ming seriously.

Deng Ming was completely speechless.

"Tell them what is the truth." Zhou Congwen took off his shirt, his eight-pack abs and sharp muscle lines exuded youthful vigor and surging vitality.

"Don't think too much of them because of Mu Qiang. They are just a group of pirates. They only respect the strong. Of course, the operation must be taken down, and we won't do the blame game."

"Zhou Congwen, is it true or not that you said you were going to sue Miyamoto?"

"Of course it is true." Zhou Congwen said seriously, "Accusing the boss of murder has already torn his face, there is no need to give him any escape route.

And I will contact Zeiss after this kind of thing... Hey, I guess the people from Zeiss should know soon, if they have a little sense, they will contact me. "

"if……"

"The instruction manual can be faked, which is not difficult for Zeiss." Zhou Congwen said, "How OxyContin, which is currently listed in North America, passed the review, Director Deng, you can find out."

Deng Ming looked at Zhou Congwen helplessly, with a thousand words in his heart but couldn't say a word.

Did Zhou Congwen think so deeply that he even expected that Zeiss Company would take the blame and put all the blame on Gong itself.

Chapter 0862 is this young man!

After they changed their clothes, the staff of Wellington Hospital led Zhou Congwen and Deng Ming into the operating area.

After the dispute just now, the expressions and attitudes of the staff at Wellington Hospital became much more docile, completely different from before. Deng Ming felt that what Zhou Congwen said seemed reasonable.

Different nationalities have different personalities.

But Zhou Congwen... the fight was really enjoyable. Deng Ming thought about it, if it were him, he might not be able to beat Dr. Miyamoto.

This kind of fight can only be worth seeing if it is a crushing victory. If it turns into a fight between shrews, it will be extremely embarrassing.

It is better to be young, but it is difficult for young people to enter this field, and only Zhou Congwen can do it.

Zhou Congwen...has both. He will run rampant in the academic world in the future. Who can do anything to him?

Deng Ming suddenly remembered the operation, and was delayed by what happened just now, and even forgot the biggest thing.

Don't miss out on surgery!

Listening to Zhou Congwen's exchange with the staff of Wellington Hospital, Deng Ming only got a rough idea.

His English is limited, but fortunately Zhou Congwen quickly said, "Director Deng, Wellington's emergency rescue team is outside the operating room. You should also prepare. If the operation fails, the chest will be opened immediately."

"What about anesthesia?"

"Acupuncture anesthesia, the boss has won it. The effect of acupuncture anesthesia is limited, but it can reduce the dose of anesthesia. To strive for a successful operation, these are just in case." Zhou Congwen said.

Deng Ming nodded solemnly.

"With video equipment, people from 10 Downing Street are watching the operation in the conference room, and other doctors will also be in the conference room," Zhou Congwen said.

Deng Ming didn't speak, but patted Zhou Congwen's shoulder hard with his right hand.

"Don't worry, I cooperate with the boss, and the success rate of the operation is about 90%." Zhou Congwen comforted Deng Ming.

90.00%, this success rate is high enough, but Deng Ming is still uneasy, his heart beating in his throat.

He has seen the boss do a similar operation, but the success rate is only about 50%, which is basically desperate.

Anyway, people are already in the gate of hell. If they don't have surgery, they will die. If they have surgery, they still have 50% chance of survival.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Congwen actually increased the success rate by 40.00% on a half-to-half basis.

Really?

fake?

Is it just to comfort myself or is there really such a high success rate?

Why is he so confident?

Deng Ming had a question mark on his forehead.

Entering the operating room, Zhou Congwen saw his boss in a lead suit disinfecting at a glance.

"Boss, please wait for me." Zhou Congwen said anxiously, without the sweeping momentum before, he was a little flustered.

"It's just disinfection. Hurry up and brush your hands and start the operation." Huang Lao said lightly.

Zhou Congwen immediately turned around to brush his hands, without the guidance of the staff, he knew the way.

Deng Ming didn't notice this. He silently put on the lead suit and stood in the corner, ready to open his chest immediately if the operation failed.

Once the operation fails, cardiac tamponade is inevitable, and thoracotomy...

Thinking of this, Deng Ming's head turned into two big ones.

Although there were traces of acupuncture needles on the patient's body, it was obvious that his boss had used acupuncture anesthesia, but Deng Ming had never been in contact with similar patients and treatments, so he didn't know the effect.

We've come this far, do it!

Deng Ming took a deep breath, silently looked at the hunched figure of his boss, and gradually stabilized his heart.