Yang Ping, Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, August, and Robert came to the pathology department, opened the door, and Wen Ruzheng's iconic hairstyle came into view.
It’s still the same kind of short hair, all the hair is the same length, it’s obviously a hairstyle created by a self-service hairdresser.
Wen Ru is focusing on looking at the pathology slides.
"Old Wen---" Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang slapped him, startling him.
When Dr. Wen saw so many people, he was surprised at first, and then immediately stood up and asked Yang Ping to sit down. Song Zimo was very dissatisfied: "You only have the professor in your eyes, and we are not guests?"
"Forget it, find a place to sit by yourself. The water dispenser is over there and there are disposable cups underneath."
Everyone found an empty seat to sit down, while some people were wandering around and visiting the pathology department.
In fact, the pathology department is the clean water department of the hospital. We don't have to work night shifts. We occasionally work overtime to perform frozen pathology, but this happens only a few times a year. Who has nothing to do and performs tumor surgery as an emergency surgery?
Although there is no night shift, the work in the pathology department is not easy. I look at the slides under the microscope every day, which makes me dizzy. Only a weirdo like Wen Ruzheng would be obsessed with looking at pathology slides like a game and sitting under the microscope.
You won’t be bored all day long.
"I'm here to take a look at the frozen sections of your bone tissue." Yang Ping explained the purpose of his visit.
Wen Ruzheng always wanted to be proud and arrogant in front of others, but in front of Yang Ping, he always lacked confidence. This was due to the psychological shadow of that "streaking" incident.
It's not that "streaking" has brought psychological shadow, but that Yang Ping's extraordinary pathology skills as a surgeon surpassed Wen Ruzheng. Wen Ruzheng used to be so high-spirited: God didn't give me Wen Ruzheng, and Sanbo's pathology level has dropped by three years. p>
But that time, Wen Ruzheng studied the pathological diagnosis of radiation damage for a whole day, but Yang Ping only took a few minutes to see the results. At that time, Yang Ping gave Wen Ruzheng a scolding, criticizing him for not publishing the report earlier and almost killing people. On that occasion, Wen Ruzheng had a psychological shadow on Yang Ping.
"Drink water!"
Wen Ruzheng brought a glass of water with both hands, then took out the frozen sections from the constant-temperature refrigerator and placed them on the microscope slide.
Yang Ping looked at the frozen section carefully under the microscope. It was of very high quality and was no different from ordinary paraffin sections.
"Are there any frozen sections of bone tissue?"
Yang Ping also wants to see a few more pieces. If they all have this quality, it is true that frozen sections can be routinely made of bone tissue in the future, and frozen pathology can also be used to guide surgery during bone tumor surgery to improve the accuracy of diagnosis.
Wen Ruzheng took out a few more slices from the freezer where frozen slices were stored and fixed them under a microscope. Yang Ping looked at them one by one and found that the quality of the slices was very high.
It seems that this is not a case of chance. This guy has put in a lot of effort and done a lot of research.
"Professor, how are you?" Wen Ru asked with concern.
Yang Ping took another sip of water: "The quality of the slices is very high. This method is feasible and can be used on a large scale."
"The concentrations of decalcified nitric acid solution and deacidified sodium hydroxide solution can actually be improved. Did you use hematoxylin for staining?" Yang Ping asked Wen Ruzheng directly.
Wen Ruzheng was startled. Could it be that Professor Yang also knew about this method? So he nodded: "Yes, I stained with hematoxylin. The sections produced by this method are highly chromophoric to hematoxylin and the effect is very stable." "You can also find ways to improve the dye. The first two points just mentioned, plus this point, there are three points in total. If you think of ways to improve them, your paper can be directly published in top international journals." Yang Ping gave some opinions. Wen Ru was scanning the room and did not see Li Guodong. Could it be that Li Guodong peeked at the entire work process? Dr. Wen immediately denied it. It was impossible. His door was closed at the time and Li Guodong couldn't see it. Even if he looked at it, he wouldn't be able to see anything. But how does Professor Yang know so much?
Wen Ruzheng asked bravely: "Professor Yang, how do you know how I deacidify it?"
Routine deacidification is not like this. As a surgeon, how can Yang Ping have time to study pathology?
"The results will be available within half an hour. Why don't you use sodium hydroxide for deacidification?" Yang Ping asked him.
Wen Ruzheng was ashamed. Demigods are not just bragging. History always repeats itself. I think back then, when I studied for a whole day, Yang Ping only spent a few minutes. Now history may be repeating itself.
Professor Yang not only knows about the sodium hydroxide used for deacidification, but also knows that the current bottleneck is the concentration of sodium hydroxide. Wen Ru is currently working on the problem, hoping to find an optimal concentration.
Moreover, Wen Ruzheng is not satisfied with the method of decalcification. He is thinking of ways and hopes to make a breakthrough.
"Let's chat in private when you have time?" Wen Ruzheng said in an unprecedented flattering manner.
Yang Ping nodded: "Come to my office when you have time, and we will study it together."
Dr. Wen was secretly delighted. Could Professor Yang have any good ideas?
History has proven that this guy’s pathological background is unfathomable, so Dr. Wen decided to discuss it with Dr. Yang when he had time.
Of course, you can never bet with him again. It’s not that you dare not run around the hospital three times without wearing underwear, but that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.
Yang Ping also looked at the frozen sections. There was really nothing to visit in the pathology department. We exchanged a few words, drank a few sips of mineral water, and went home.
Fatty Liang, who followed the team, was left alone and asked Dr. Wen for help:
"Dr. Wen, please do me a favor. I have an acquaintance who had a mole removal operation at a local hospital. The pathology report was melanoma and said further amputation was needed. He was worried that the hospital below was not good enough and he was afraid of being amputated in a confused way, so he asked around.
Others say that you, Wen Ru, are the leading young experts in Nandu Province, so I want to ask you to help me slice it."
Dr. Wen took out the folded paper from his white coat and gave it to Fatty Liang: "Look at the consultation process and fees. If you agree, bring the slicer and the person over. It must be during off-duty hours. Remember to be off-duty. If it is the patient himself, bring his identity."
If you are a family member, bring the patient’s ID card and his own ID card.”
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"So complicated? Can we solve it privately? It doesn't have to be so complicated." Fatty Liang spread out the paper, and there were a lot of stripes on it.
Dr. Wen patted Fatty Liang on the shoulder: "The world is dangerous and you can't help yourself. The procedures must be followed and the money must be collected. This is called paid consultation, and what you pay is the consultation fee."
"Okay, shall I make an appointment with you in advance?" Fatty Liang said it would be useless.
"Yeah!" Wen Ruzheng replied simply.
"Next time I will bring you some Soft China, authentic ones." Fatty Liang promised.
Dr. Wen had a look of disdain on his face: "Come on, your Soft Chinese Authentic? I took out the cut tobacco and cut it into slices, and looked at it under a microscope. It's obviously different from the one I bought at the counter. Are you fooling me?"
"You --- your --- cigarettes must be different in different batches. You don't understand." Fatty Liang was so embarrassed that he had to cover it up.
"Don't fight with me, haha. In order to identify your cigarettes, I made dozens of slices and looked at them under the microscope for several days. Do you doubt my identification ability?" Wen Ruzheng is not polite.
Fatty Liang looked around: "Keep your voice down, don't ruin my reputation. I'm not a cigarette seller, and I don't know what's going on with these cigarettes."
Wen Ruzheng's eyes widened: "You are not a cigarette seller, so you charge me money?"
"Brother Wen, Brother Wen---" Fatty Liang put his arm around Wen Ruzheng's shoulders.
Wen Ruzheng stopped pursuing it: "But having said that, your soft Chinese version is quite to my taste, better than the authentic one. Next time, I'll make a few more, maybe ten. I'll give you the money, not counting here.
The size is the same, but the price is 50% off."
"You are cutting my femoral artery! It's causing me to bleed profusely." Fatty Liang lowered his voice.
"Fat brother, dozens of tobacco slices are still locked in the box." Dr. Wen took his time.
"Okay, 50% off!" Fatty gritted his teeth.
"Fat brother, I heard that you are dating a girlfriend? I also heard that you have a new little Japan. This little Japan has more than a dozen girlfriends. You went to him to learn from it?" Wen Ruzheng glared at Fatty Liang.
The fat man smiled and said: "What little Japan? It's a fake Japan. He's also his brother. Let's eat together and get to know each other when we have time."
"Let me ask you one thing---what kind of management doesn't work for him?"
