Chapter 141: Minor Surgery, Please Offer Your Guidance (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Lu Renyijia)

A single surgery, completed in just over ten minutes, with a level of perfection that was outrageous.

Sui Zhuren watched the video silently, motionless, letting his right eyelid—that product of feudal superstition—twitch wildly.

Lao Zhao's level definitely wasn't this high; was he just guessing?

Perhaps.

Zhao Xiangming was truly lucky; Sui Zhuren felt unconvinced in his heart, trying his best to persuade himself that this was just good luck.

The second surgery began shortly after.

Still the Kidney, still the Tumor, still the Embolization.

Even the operation was the same as the previous surgery, the Micro-guidewire steady as hell. From Level 1-2, then 2-3, then 3-4 blood vessels, it was smooth sailing all the way, without a single hitch.

Watching the surgery proceed smoothly, Sui Zhuren knew that from a moral standpoint, he should be happy.

After all, completely embolizing the blood supply to the Tumor was a good thing for the Patient.

But the monotonous repetition of the surgery was boring to watch, yet it made it impossible for Sui Zhuren to use "guessing" to convince himself.

Could one guess their way through this level of surgery again and again?

What a joke!

The third surgery began.

Sui Zhuren could already imagine that this surgery would also be completed smoothly.

However, an "accident" finally appeared!

After entering the Abdominal Aorta, the Micro-guidewire began to hesitate, lacking the unstoppable momentum and clean, crisp feeling of the previous few surgeries.

There was definitely no way a problem would occur here; Sui Zhuren guessed that Zhao Xiangming was tired.

Performing surgery while wearing dozens of pounds of Lead Clothing, while also having to keep hand-eye coordination, energy, and physical strength at their peak, made fatigue even easier.

At Lao Zhao's age, he might even be tired enough to vomit blood.

One had to know that three consecutive surgeries were no less intense than a soldier running a five-kilometer cross-country race in full gear.

Sui Zhuren immediately glanced at the time, confirming these were back-to-back surgeries, and a trace of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Work that son-of-a-bitch Zhao Xiangming to death! Sui Zhuren cursed inwardly.

The Micro-guidewire "hesitated" in the relaxed Abdominal Aorta for a few seconds before beginning to search for the Renal Artery.

During this surgery, Sui Zhuren clearly felt Zhao Xiangming's "fatigue."

Although the Super-selection of the Level 3-4 blood vessels was relatively smooth and successful on the first try, it lacked the natural, seamless feeling of the first two surgeries.

He was tired after all; Lao Zhao's body couldn't take it, Sui Zhuren concluded.

However, the three surgical videos proved one thing—Zhao Xiangming had indeed achieved a breakthrough in his technical level.

The surgery was not a guess.

After watching, Sui Zhuren suppressed the urge to watch them again; he first called a buddy in the operating room to confirm that Zhao Xiangming had indeed performed three surgeries this morning.

Although the person on the other end was hesitant and seemed a bit strange, Sui Zhuren didn't notice it.

His entire attention was focused on the surgical videos; how the hell did that son-of-a-bitch Lao Zhao break through his technical bottleneck to reach a top-tier domestic level!

Damn it!

Although Sui Zhuren was unconvinced, he couldn't say anything else; the videos were right there, and the person had indeed performed the surgeries well.

Even if he found a thousand reasons, it wouldn't be of any use.

Teacher Ding Yifan had asked him for other surgeries; Sui Zhuren knew Ding Yifan's thoughts clearly, and wasn't he thinking the same thing himself?

Then he would send the surgeries to him, Sui Zhuren thought, modifying the name of the bundled videos.

Shocking the World?

That didn't seem right, a bit too "chuunibyou."

The Peak of Surgery?

That wasn't right either; the name was awkward as hell, and Sui Zhuren didn't even have the face to type those words out.

He thought for a long time, then tapped his fingers—A few small surgeries done casually, please offer your guidance, Teacher.

Sui Zhuren was very satisfied with this line.

A faint sense of showing off welled up, even though he wasn't the one who performed the surgeries.

He believed that after Ding Yifan finished watching the surgeries, this line would deal him countless critical hits.

As long as they were a doctor in the Interventional Department, they would be devastated after watching these surgeries. Especially since Ding Yifan came from that hospital, so Sui Zhuren subconsciously wanted to mock him a little.

This thought was so faint that Sui Zhuren didn't even notice it.

Sui Zhuren carefully reviewed the newly modified name again; he was quite satisfied, clicked send, and sent the email to Ding Yifan.

"Teacher Ding," Sui Zhuren then dialed the phone, "My old colleague performed a few more surgeries; he just did them today. I've verified it, he wasn't lying. I've sent the surgical videos to you, please take a look."

"What kind of procedure?" Ding Yifan didn't know why he felt a bit nervous.

"Embolization of a Renal Tumor."

"Alright, I'll give you news after I finish watching."

Ding Yifan hung up the phone and, ignoring the fact that he was in a meeting, returned to his office, took out his laptop, opened his email, and downloaded the videos.

He sat there blankly for an hour.

During this hour, Ding Yifan's mind was a complete blank.

Ding Yifan's technical level was higher than Sui Zhuren's; he could understand much more.

Many details were just entertainment for Sui Zhuren, who felt the surgeon did well and that if he were to do it himself, he would surely succeed.

But Ding Yifan knew that those effortless steps—let alone replacing himself, even if his own Senior Brother were to do it, it wouldn't work.

The surgeries looked simple, but the surgeon's technical level was already chasing after his own boss, and that was his boss during his peak period over a decade ago.

Now? His boss was advanced in age and could barely endure wearing Lead Clothing to perform a surgery.

After speaking a few words with Senior Brother, Ding Yifan was distracted; he felt somewhat uncomfortable inside.

There are not many people who can cross that technical threshold; looking at the whole world, there are at most a hundred or so.

His own technique, honed for so long, had yet to break through, yet a small director in a provincial city had actually managed it!

He could not believe it.

Senior Brother's call came through, the ringtone interrupting Ding Yifan's train of thought.

Had he transmigrated? Or was there a problem with the flow of time? Ding Yifan was stunned.

He glanced at the time; only ten minutes had passed, it should have just finished downloading.

What was going on?

Ding Yifan answered the phone with his head full of question marks.

"Senior Brother."

"Yifan, the boss wants you to come over. Immediately, right now," Senior Brother said decisively.

"What?" Ding Yifan didn't understand, thinking he was having auditory hallucinations.

"The boss happens to be here, saw the surgery video, and wants to give us a lecture," the person on the other end of the line said, trying to use a calm tone.

So late, from Yongcheng to Shanghai, a sense of powerlessness rose in Ding Yifan's heart.

But since Senior Brother said the boss was there, Ding Yifan didn't dare to make a peep; after agreeing, he immediately bought the nearest flight ticket to fly straight to Shanghai.

……

……

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the Demonstration Room of the Liver Interventional Radiology Department at a Grade A Tertiary Hospital in Shanghai was still brightly lit.

"These are the key points of the three surgeries."

An Old Man stood in front of the projector, leaning on a cane polished to a shine with both hands, looking seriously at the disciples and grand-disciples sitting there.

"The last surgery was definitely done by someone else, and a novice at that," he said firmly.

"The surgery was done too crudely; it looks the same as the first two, but the details are completely different. You are all still green and can't tell, thinking the surgeon was tired, but you can't fool me."

(End of chapter)