Chapter 1045: 1021 The Demon Who Lets Patients Live and Doctors Die

1021 The demon that lets patients live and lets doctors die

Su Yun has made a habit of talking back to people; it's a hobby and also part of Su Yun's temperament.

Da Ni Luo·A Ke Si Ta professor has a small mustache under the nose, his golden hair already streaked with white. Originally imposing, but he didn't expect to be talked down by Su Yun, leaving him breathless and unable to find what to say.

They could not answer Zheng Ren's question directly, so they glared at Zheng Ren angrily and fell silent.

"Da Ni Luo professor, my boss just asked you, are we starting surgery directly or are there other procedures?" Su Yun took a breath, the black hair on his forehead fluttering. He and Yan Yue se asked, as if those words just now weren't his at all.

"There are a few legal documents to sign, then we check the patient's condition, and then we can proceed with surgery. My God, it's only 5:30 a. m., and you want to do surgery? I originally planned to take you to a hotel to rest for a day and shake off that damn jet lag." Da Ni Luo·A Ke Si Ta professor finally couldn't help complaining.

"Perhaps this is why you invited me to do the surgery." Zheng Ren said calmly.

Da Ni Luo·A Ke Si Ta professor stared for a moment, not understanding what Zheng Ren meant. The Texan accent's final tone remained as arrogant as ever; to him it sounded familiar yet utterly strange.

It's hard to imagine this is something a Chinese person would say. At the Mayo Clinic, there are many Chinese-descent doctors, and they are known for being gentle.

"Because while you're in surgery, my boss is in surgery; while you're eating, my boss is in surgery; while you're sleeping, my boss is still doing surgery." Su Yun picked up Zheng Ren's thread and continued.

This time the coordination was fairly perfect; Su Yun was quite satisfied with it. Unfortunately, Zheng Ren rarely talks back to people, of course except for himself.

Faced with the two people's seamless coordination and indisputable arguments, Da Ni Er professor quickly gave in. He didn't want to argue with this little Chinese doctor who came to perform surgery in the car; otherwise, if the person turned and left, he would be scolded to death by the big boss.

The car fell silent.

Zheng Ren carefully examined the task; after looking at it for a while, he felt that if he could complete it, the benefit would be especially helpful for his communication with Dr. Mei Ha'er.

Soon Dr. Mei Ha'er will come to China to perform the second-phase surgery; with language proficiency, I will be able to communicate smoothly with him. Zheng Ren still knows the basics of interpersonal interaction; he's just too lazy to do it.

Just like Chang Yue, who only talks to patients and Yan Yue se; toward Zheng Ren, the team leader, he never puts on airs.

"Really not going to rest a bit? Even if we go to the hospital now, we can't perform surgery." After a while, Professor Da Ni Luo reminded.

"Let's look at the films first, then we can wait and strive to finish the surgery as early as possible." Zheng Ren rejected Professor Da Ni Luo's suggestion.

Professor Da Ni Luo·A Ke Si Ta wanted to say something, but he held back.

Could this be that kind of demonic doctor who lets patients live and lets doctors die?

He sensibly closed his mouth.

Most doctors feel apprehensive toward such demonic people. After all, some are born with boundless energy and never tire; ordinary people, however, always need rest.

If the professor leading the surgical team were such a person, the doctors under him would want to die.

At five in the morning, they actually want to do surgery… Professor Da Ni Luo·A Ke Si Ta could only mutter a couple of complaints to himself.

The car grew quiet; Zheng Ren wanted to go to the system operating room for a final surgical training session, but after hesitating a bit, he felt it would be better to wait until after seeing the patient to do a little more.

The patient's current condition does not represent what it will be like when they go under.

Although there's only a difference of one or two hours in between, changes could still occur.

Surgical training time, after completing Zou Jia Hua's surgery, seemed relatively ample, but Zheng Ren, being habitually stingy, naturally saved whenever possible.

Rochester is not large; its permanent population is around one million. In China, this would be a third- or fourth-tier small city, not even comparable to Hai Cheng. Moreover, early in the morning the city is still asleep, traffic is light, and road conditions are good.

Soon, in silence, they arrived at the Mayo Clinic.

The bronze statues of the Mayo brothers stand at the main gate, and the letters "MayoClinic" shine brightly in the morning glow.

This is a holy place in the medical world; Zheng Ren harbors a hint of reverence, steps out of the car solemnly, and follows Professor Da Ni Luo·A Ke Si Ta into the medical center.

It's still early; most people haven't gotten up yet, and the Mayo Clinic is quiet as can be, forming two opposite extremes compared to domestic hospitals.

Zheng Ren knows that last year the Mayo Clinic's revenue was $9.6 billion, while the domestic hospital dubbed the universe's largest rural hospital, with ten thousand beds, has roughly the same revenue figure, except its unit is soft-sister currency.

The difference lies in deep-seated factors, including a gap in technical capability, and most importantly… forget it; Zheng Ren is too lazy to think about these things, and he follows Professor Da Ni Luo·A Ke Si Ta to the area where the research team is located.

This is the framework of a large laboratory, not the inpatient department that Zheng Ren is familiar with.

The entire laboratory's air is controlled by clean technology to varying degrees for microbial contamination sources in a laminar flow operating room model; a familiar scent wafts over, making Zheng Ren feel extremely close.

How good; Zheng Ren can no longer hold back the urge to perform surgery.

There are very few wards here—only three rooms, two of which are empty, with only one occupied. Moreover, the wards are made of special glass that allows observers outside to see the patients' condition while the patients inside cannot see anything.

Looking at the empty wards, Zheng Ren feels an urge to fill them up.

This is a bad habit carried over from domestic practice; Zheng Ren forces himself to endure it.

Because in China, the cost of treatment at a prefecture-level hospital differs from that of a top-tier tertiary hospital by less than double, yet the medical standards differ greatly. Added to the convenient domestic transportation, many people flock directly to Di Du and Modu to seek treatment.

Outside the Di Du 912 Hospital, patients have to wait several months just to get admitted.

Since Zheng Ren went to Di Du, he has never seen an empty hospital bed. Legend says there is a 10- to 15-day bed vacancy during the New Year period, but Zheng Ren missed it.

"The patient admitted here is the one you will see this time; let's first look at the medical record." Professor Da Ni Luo·A Ke Si Ta said.

Actually, just as Zheng Ren is curious, Da Ni Luo is also curious about Zheng Ren. If it were him, he'd surely spend his first day sleeping and playing around—how could he rush straight to the hospital to see patients?

Such efficiency and attitude are simply terrifying.

Zheng Ren gave a faint smile, expressing his goodwill, and then went with Da Ni Luo to the research lab.

He wasn't standing on ceremony either; he sat down at the computer, pulled up the patient's medical record, treatment, and surgical process, and began to examine it carefully.