Chapter 1071: with translation of chapter title

Is this starting?

Doctor Smith's body trembled a bit, he immediately steadied his stance, his hands were also steady, no longer feeling anxious and restless, not thinking about things that simply don't exist. He focused his mind and immediately entered the surgical state.

However, the Hemostatic Forceps striking the radial styloid really hurt—such a thought appeared in his mind.

Puncture, blind selection, stepping on the line, confirming the position.

In the bang bang bang of the Hemostatic Forceps, Doctor Smith's skill level kept improving by leaps and bounds.

After all, he is a top expert in the Interventional Medicine Discipline worldwide, having already mastered and grasped the key points of the new TIPS Surgery. Moreover, with the Hemostatic Forceps' striking and correction, Doctor Smith's progress is visibly apparent.

The first surgery was done a bit slowly, taking just under forty minutes to complete.

Of course, this is Zheng Ren's idea, but Doctor Smith doesn't think so.

After removing the guidewire, in the instant he turned and stepped down, he glanced at the time—40 minutes—and couldn't contain his joy.

This is truly mastering the TIPS Surgery!

The rest is just continual practice.

As for surgery, if you do it more and diligently, everyone's gap shouldn't be too big.

"Apply pressure to stop bleeding, seize the time." Zheng Ren said indifferently, without moving.

"..." Doctor Smith was stunned for a moment, then realized that changing assistants would likely waste 30 seconds to 1 minute.

Doctor Zheng looks honest and easy to talk to, but once on the operating table he becomes another person.

Full of dignity and indisputability, Doctor Smith had no doubt that if he had any question and spoke it then, it would provoke infinite anger and violent retaliation.

He even had an illusion, feeling that his teacher who had been dead for many years had suddenly come back to life, with the soul attaching to Doctor Zheng's body, imparting surgical skills to him.

His teacher's temper was not good—more than not good, it could simply be called awful.

If one didn't obey, he would likely kick them to the ground with one foot. As for using the Hemostatic Forceps to strike the radial styloid, the old man wouldn't do that; he would only throw the Hemostatic Forceps at his own face.

Some of his habits are learned from his teacher, and there is a "tradition".

Doctor Smith didn't retort, quickly stepping back, but he didn't expect a solid shoulder to shove him aside.

"Your surgical gown is contaminated, next case." Zheng Ren went to apply pressure to stop bleeding, doing postoperative work.

Doctor Smith stood to the side, feeling extremely uneasy. Is this the calm before the storm? Will the next surgery bring him even more blows, even a critical hit?

Outside the operating room, Su Yun and Fugui'er were chatting idly. What happened inside the operating room had nothing to do with them.

Feng Xu Hui was nervously counting the supplies he brought.

Less than thirty sets, this is already the limit.

Moreover, whether these supplies can be taken on a plane, or Director Kong helped with the procedures and made a temporary filing—if he relied solely on himself, he couldn't even think of reaching the Mayo Clinic in three or five days.

Just thirty sets of supplies, worth several hundred thousand, seems not enough.

He could only pray that the overseas department's colleagues would hurry over.

It seemed... he should also have an assistant; Feng Xu Hui, while nervously thinking this and that, suddenly had this thought pop into his mind.

Now I am indeed a top-performing manager at Longwind Micro-creation; with the supplies in hand, calculating from this month, an annual sales volume exceeding fifty million is certain.

If following Zheng Lao Ban's success in sweeping the land, an annual sales volume of one hundred million would be easily attainable; as for more, given Feng Xu Hui's understanding of the world, he dare not even think about it for now.

Unconsciously, becoming a top-performing manager with an annual sales volume of one hundred million—Feng Xu Hui himself could not believe it.

Doctor Jake stood in the observation room, looking inside through the lead glass, already scared to death.

Doctor Zheng looked especially kind and humble, elegant like a noble.

But once he stepped onto the operating table, even though thick lead plates and lead glass separated them, Doctor Jake could still feel that suffocating pressure.

Even before the surgery began, the Hemostatic Forceps were striking the radial styloid of Doctor Smith, who was known for his bad temper.

At that moment, Doctor Jake's mind was filled with images of a brawl breaking out in the operating room before surgery even started.

Although an agreement had been signed before the surgery, who could have thought they would really be using the Hemostatic Forceps to strike?

Doctor Jake was directly scared stupid.

However, the imagined brawl had none of the doctors' quarreling temperament; it simply didn't happen. Doctor Smith was honest and obedient like a little lamb, and under the Hemostatic Forceps' strikes, he began the surgery.

Although the bang bang bang sound couldn't be heard, Doctor Jake and the other doctors still imagined it.

It's really frightening—one surgery ended with everyone's hearts pounding. Everyone feared Doctor Smith would lose his temper, and the two would end up fighting on the operating table.

But all the way to the end, Doctor Smith remained very docile, showing no sign of any outburst.

The image on the screen froze; under the Hemostatic Forceps' strikes, two stents almost perfectly overlapped, and the surgery was a great success.

Just as he was about to cheer, Doctor Smith in the operating room turned and stepped down, stared for a moment, then was bumped away……

This time he ought to be angry, Doctor Jake worriedly thought.

Before, there was a time when he partnered with Doctor Smith on a procedure, and due to an operational mistake, he threw the Hemostatic Forceps onto the viewbox.

The piercing sound of metal striking glass, to this day Doctor Jake cannot forget.

Unfortunately, his judgment was wrong again.

Doctor Smith was like a child who had made a mistake, hands held in front of his chest, foolishly watching Zheng Ren treat the patient's wound.

What is going on?

The doctors in the observation room stared blankly, nobody knowing what had actually happened. Even the doctor who should have gone in to take over from Doctor Smith stood foolishly at the side, watching, forgetting what he should do.

Until Zheng Ren's voice came over the intercom, everyone seemed to wake from a dream, rushing in to lift the patient and bring in the next patient.

"The surgical connection isn't good." Zheng Ren's words were like the Hemostatic Forceps, whistling and striking Doctor Smith's ears.

But this time the pain wasn't in the radial styloid, but in the cheek.

Doctor Smith felt his old face a little sore, a little warm.

This is nothing like the world's number one Mayo Clinic—it's not even as good as a community hospital! He felt some anger, but with Zheng Ren beside him, after thinking, he didn't dare shout loudly, only giving the assistant a fierce glance and whispering a few words.

Afterward, everything returned to normal.

Transferring patients, performing surgery, they got back on track.

Shou Bing was also being done very quickly, Doctor Smith was excited like a child; if it weren't on the operating table, he would certainly be jumping for joy, even wanting to open champagne to celebrate.