Chapter 114: Learning

The Head Nurse looked through the gap behind Zhao Zhuren's wife, full of worry.

Fortunately, both of them were wearing clothes; it didn't look like a life-or-death situation.

It was just that they were acting a bit strange.

Ma Jiaoshou was lying on the computer operating table, and Zhao Zhuren was holding a Micro-guidewire in his hand, simulating a Femoral Artery Puncture procedure.

Because it was just a rough simulation, it looked particularly clumsy, particularly funny, and particularly strange.

Ma Jiaoshou was also holding a special hollow Micro-catheter in his hand, with the Guide Wire passing through it; he had even specially twisted the tube into several curves.

Practicing technique in the middle of the night?

That couldn't be right; if they were that diligent, how could it be that no one in the department besides the Four Great Vajras could perform a surgery worth mentioning?

The Head Nurse felt suspicious.

Zhao Zhuren was startled by the fright; he looked back to see his own wife and asked with a frown, "In the middle of the night, what are you wailing about?"

"What are you doing!" Zhao Zhuren's wife, seeing the situation, roughly understood she had misunderstood, so she asked.

"Learning technique." Zhao Zhuren stood straight, looking coldly at his wife, "Get back, you woman whose stupidity is written all over your face."

Zhao Zhuren's wife's lips moved, wanting to curse back, but lacking the confidence, she simply backed down.

"Zhuren, I thought you had drunk too much and were sleeping somewhere, what is this for?" The Head Nurse, seeing that nothing was wrong, walked up and asked.

"Just in time, Xiao Li is here, find a U Pan." Zhao Zhuren habitually ordered.

"Alright."

"What do you need a U Pan for?" Zhao Zhuren's wife asked suspiciously.

"None of your business!" Zhao Zhuren glared at his own happy-enemy; he had known what his wife came for the moment he was startled, and taking this opportunity to properly discipline her was the right path.

"Even if I told you, would you understand?"

Zhao Zhuren's wife was left speechless after being snapped at.

"Hurry back, it's embarrassing." Zhao Zhuren scolded, "I'm learning something here, what are you running over for in the middle of the night."

"You're at such an old age, what are you still learning." Zhao Zhuren's wife muttered in a low voice.

"Live and learn, even if I told you, you wouldn't understand." Zhao Zhuren waved his hand, slightly impatient.

"As if you understand."

Soon, the Head Nurse brought the U Pan.

"Head Nurse, I don't know how to do this; help me send an email with the recorded video later." Zhao Zhuren said.

"Send it to whom?"

"To Sui in Yongcheng." Zhao Zhuren said.

Sui Jiaoshou was also one of the Four Great Vajras back in the day; his technical level was quite good, and his relationship with Zhao Zhuren was also good.

"I'm asking Sui to help me take a look; I always feel that today's surgery went well, but it went well to an outrageous degree."

The Head Nurse was stunned; was this Zhao Zhuren praising himself?

He must have drunk too much, definitely drunk too much, otherwise he wouldn't say such shameless words.

Usually, whenever Zhao Zhuren performed a kick-ass surgery, he would obscurely tell everyone, while still needing to be humble himself; today, he had actually accidentally spoken the truth.

……

……

Liu Zhuren sat in the office, his expression grave.

Ji Xiang's performance today was very abnormal, a rare instance of insubordination, which was quite taboo in the medical circle.

Liu Zhuren also knew that young people all had big tempers.

A few years ago, a new young Doctor in Gastrointestinal Surgery got angry directly because of some Clinical buck-passing, took off his name tag and threw it at the face of the Gastrointestinal Surgery Zhuren, without even filing a resignation letter.

This kind of thing was truly speechless; at least when Liu Zhuren was young, he wouldn't have dared to do that.

But Ji Xiang's actions were even more excessive than that young Doctor; he insulted Zhao Zhuren of the Interventional Department to the point that even Liu Zhuren couldn't bear to listen.

Liu Zhuren didn't flare up on the spot; he was deep-thinking and did not show his emotions on his face.

But the key wasn't there; if it were a normal Standardized Training Student being so "presumptuous," Liu Zhuren would have started scolding long ago. It was just that Zhao Zhuren had acted like a grandson at the time, which made Liu Zhuren swallow the words he wanted to say several times over.

Liu Zhuren understood Zhao Zhuren quite well; this person had a big temper, and a very big one at that, and even he himself had to carefully accompany him with a smiling face.

Although he would certainly "help" stop the bleeding, it was inevitable that he would be sarcastic before and after the surgery; this had already formed a pattern.

Unlike today.

Liu Zhuren asked a Nurse for a glass of apple juice and returned to the Zhuren's office.

He blew the foam off the apple juice and took a sip; Liu Zhuren didn't care at all whether it looked like urine, and he even ignored the dregs that resembled stones.

Lighting a cigarette, Liu Zhuren went over the events of the day again, still feeling there was a problem.

Could it be that that guy Lao Zhao knew something? That wasn't right either; even if it were the Dean's son, if someone dared to point at his nose and curse like that, Zhao Xiangming would likely not be able to take it.

Strange.

Liu Zhuren made a quick decision; he prepared to follow the vine to find the melon.

If Ji Xiang had no background, and it was just relying on a young person's rash courage plus Zhao Zhuren being drunk, he would take Ji Xiang to apologize early tomorrow morning.

But if…

Liu Zhuren did not continue thinking, but instead set out to implement it.

He found a familiar staff member at the Department of Science and Education, whose father often came to him for bladder irrigation after bladder cancer surgery, so the two were very familiar. Usually, there was nothing to ask of that side, so when Liu Zhuren opened his mouth to ask for Ji Xiang's student records, the other side agreed directly.

One hour later, Ji Xiang's student records were delivered to Liu Zhuren's office.

The time was already very late; Liu Zhuren exchanged pleasantries with that person, and then began to research Ji Xiang's school.

SYS University, a domestic 985, it was indeed good.

Liu Zhuren had a classmate in Yangcheng; after going through many connections and spending a lot of effort, Liu Zhuren finally contacted the counselor of Ji Xiang's school.

A group was created, the professor from Yangcheng gave a brief introduction, and after confirming everything was correct, he disappeared; Liu Zhuren dialed the counselor's number.

"Zheng Dao, I'm sorry to bother you so late," Liu Zhuren said politely.

"Liu Zhuren, you're being too polite. I'm just a counselor, don't call me Zheng Dao; it sounds like one of those big shots in Clinical," the counselor said very heartily. "Liu Zhuren, what is it you need?"

"Is Ji Xiang a student in your class?"

"Yes, he is." Mentioning Ji Xiang, the counselor became interested. "Liu Zhuren, is Ji Xiang doing his Standardized Residency Training with you?"

"Yes."

"Did he catch your eye?" the counselor asked, somewhat excitedly.

Liu Zhuren could sense the change in the counselor's mood; he pondered slightly and organized his words.

Just then, the counselor said, "During his clinical internship, the professors at the Affiliated Hospital already thought highly of Ji Xiang. He has a solid foundation and strong hands-on skills, but... he went home, which is a real pity."

"Did he have a bad temper and offend some professor?" Liu Zhuren probed.

"How could that be! Professor Chen from Internal Medicine, a man who receives a special allowance from the State Council, couldn't keep Ji Xiang even though he tried," the counselor immediately defended Ji Xiang. "Besides, student Ji Xiang has a very gentle temperament and respects his teachers and the Dao; he would absolutely never offend a professor."

"..."

Liu Zhuren was stunned.

The Ji Xiang the counselor spoke of seemed somewhat different from the one he knew.

He recalled that when Ji Xiang asked him questions, he was indeed very docile, which was completely different from when he performed surgery today.

"Zheng Dao, does Ji Xiang have some sort of..."

"Liu Zhuren, what exactly do you mean?"

When it came to Ji Xiang, even if it was just vague bad-mouthing, the counselor on the other end was already becoming displeased, and his voice turned stern.

"Does Ji Xiang not get into arguments usually?"

"No, not even once."

Liu Zhuren hesitated for a moment, then said directly, "Let's put it this way: today I had an emergency surgery here that required help from the Interventional Department. But the director of the Interventional Department was drunk, and the performance of Doctor Xiao Ji was..."

At this point, Liu Zhuren suddenly froze.

He had no idea how to describe Ji Xiang.

"Today's events were very strange, Zheng Dao. We're all on the same side, so I'll ask directly and stop beating around the bush," Liu Zhuren said. "Is someone in Ji Xiang's family a big shot in the medical field?"

After asking this, Liu Zhuren felt it was absurd.

What big shot would throw their own child into this place? If they had that kind of ability, wouldn't an Ivy League school, Peking Union Medical College Hospital, or Peking University be better?

Liu Zhuren didn't know what else to say, but after he finished asking this question, the other end of the phone fell silent.

The other side remained silent for a long time, and in the end, without saying a single word, hung up the phone.

Liu Zhuren was stunned.

What was going on?!

But the more this happened, the more certain he was that his guess was correct.

Otherwise, Ji Xiang's counselor wouldn't have acted so strangely.

Liu Zhuren took out another cigarette; he realized he had smoked too much today, and the cigarette hung from his lips, unlit for a long time.

His cell phone suddenly rang, and Liu Zhuren, who was concentrating on his thoughts, was startled.

Seeing the call was from his classmate in Nan Fang, he frowned and answered.

"Lao Liu, you just... never mind that, Counselor Zheng asked me to give you a message."

"Huh?"

"Ji Xiang is a good young man with a bright future. If possible, he suggests you treat Ji Xiang a bit better," Liu Zhuren's classmate said very seriously.

"I understand."

"Lao Liu, you really have picked up a treasure," Liu Zhuren's classmate sighed. "I don't know about anything else, but a few months ago, several top-tier experts in the country from the Zhongshan First Affiliated Hospital expressed interest in Ji Xiang."

"..."

"Never mind that, I'll fly to your place another day and we'll have a meal together. It's been so long, in the blink of an eye we're already fifty."

Liu Zhuren knew the importance of the situation and cautiously followed the lead to change the subject, chatting with his old classmate about the days of the past.

A few minutes later, after hanging up, Liu Zhuren frowned for a long time and slapped the table.

"This Lao Zhao, he's really not loyal. He could have at least given me a wink about such a big deal."

Zhao Zhuren sent the email, and as the alcohol hit him, he went home to sleep.

The next day, when he called Sui Jiaoshou, that old colleague was in the middle of an academic conference.

Swept up in the massive wave of resignations, he had arrived in Yongcheng in the south three years ago, but he still hadn't adapted to the environment here.

Surgery has differences between the north and south; the struggles of the professional world still have differences between the north and south, and they are huge.

He came to the Yongcheng Second People's Hospital, which is an Er Jia Yiyuan, not a high-level institution, so he had the opportunity to establish an Interventional Department.

But he didn't know who was pulling strings; once when he went out to attend an academic conference, the Dean brought people directly to the department and announced its cancellation. (Emmm, I feel like this is fake even as I write it, but it really happened.)

If it weren't for the fact that Sui Jiaoshou was usually kind, had a high level of technical skill, and treated the doctors and nurses in the department well, he probably would have been wiped out in an instant and never been able to get back on his feet.

At the time, the doctors and nurses also directly resisted the pressure from the hospital and started making a scene.

By the time Sui Zhuren returned home, everything had settled; his Interventional Department was not only not cancelled, but it had become an independent department.

There were too many twists and turns here, but Sui Zhuren had never figured out who was targeting him.

So he was very careful, always very careful.

Only in the last year, having gained a firm foothold in Yongcheng, did Sui Zhuren cautiously go out to attend an academic conference.

The Interventional Department of Tiannan Province was preparing to adapt to the trends of the era and hold a provincial surgery competition.

Sui Zhuren belongs to the group of supporters; he has never integrated into the academic circle of Tiannan Province, nor has he thought about doing so. Coming to show support is enough, and while he is at it, he can observe high-level surgeries to learn from others' strengths to offset his own weaknesses.

Today is the final day; Sui Zhuren has watched several surgeries previously, and the standards were all quite good.

After all, these were recorded surgery segments selected on a machine, and the clips where super-selection of blood vessels failed were all cut out, so they looked quite smooth.

The main thing to look at is the line of thinking.

The grand finale on the last day is Ding Yifan, a big shot in the Interventional Department of Tiannan Province, and the surgery is an Interventional Embolization for Liver Cancer.

The surgical procedure is very ordinary, yet it is also not ordinary at all.

If one just passes the Hepatic Artery and reaches the Tumor, then directly placing the Catheter to inject Lipiodol is something any Resident Chief could do, and it would not be worth presenting on stage.

What Ding Yifan is doing is a small 3cm Tumor, super-selecting to the Level 3 Artery that supplies the Tumor; the entire surgery is performed quite steadily.

"Ding Zhuren's standard is truly high; look at his super-selection, it's truly slick!"

"I usually can't go any further once I super-select to a Level 2 Artery. If I insisted on super-selecting to a Level 3 Artery, the surgery would take over 4 hours. Not only would the Patient be unable to endure it, but I wouldn't be able to endure it myself."

"Looking at the duration of the recorded surgery, there was one segment edited out in the middle, about 10 minutes or so. I estimate Teacher Ding failed twice. To succeed in super-selection on such a thin blood vessel in 3 attempts is impressive!"

Sui Zhuren listened to the discussions of the friendly forces beside him and felt very much in agreement in his heart.

Indeed, super-selection to a Level 3 Blood Vessel is never a necessity, but the damage the Patient receives when super-selecting to this position will definitely be much smaller.

Some Doctors in the Interventional Department who fly the banner of top domestic hospitals don't super-select at all once the Catheter goes in; they just start injecting medicine over a large area once they pass the Hepatic Artery, fooling people to no end.

For example, the hospital that Ding Zhuren comes from.

The mobile phone rang, and Sui Zhuren answered the call.

"Sui, it's me, Lao Zhao."

"Zhao Ge, what's the matter?" Sui Zhuren said, holding the phone and lowering his voice.

"Yesterday... I performed a surgery, take a look at it."

"Sure." Sui Zhuren smiled; Zhao Zhuren on the other side of the phone still has the same old temper, but he has long been used to it.

But what kind of surgery could it be that makes Zhao Zhuren so proud, even calling directly to show off?

"Yesterday's surgery... let's put it this way, Sui, my feel recently is about to have a breakthrough. I performed a few movements, but I don't understand how I did them. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I understand. Without a theoretical foundation, you can't be successful every single time, and you can't explain the reasoning, but you just did it.

Congratulations, I will take a look at the recording and learn from you, Zhao Ge." Sui Zhuren laughed.

(End of this chapter)