Chapter 109

Haicheng, City First Hospital, Emergency Intervention Catheter Room.

"Zheng Ren, keep a copy of the image data." Su Yun finished applying pressure to stop bleeding, transferred the patient onto a stretcher, after the urology doctor sent the patient away she took off her lead clothing, came to the operating room and said.

"Oh." Zheng Renye didn't ask what he wanted to do.

Su Yun wasn't in a hurry to change clothes, stood quietly behind Zheng Ren, scanning his images frame by frame, selecting meaningful nodal images to save.

After about ten minutes, Zheng Ren finished his work, printed an image and handed it to Deputy Chief Shen of the urology department.

The image was quite typical; although he couldn't perform the intervention, Deputy Chief Shen could still explain to the patient's family what the procedure entailed and what might happen afterward based on the image.

"There are probably blood clots in the bladder," Zheng Ren muttered.

Deputy Chief Shen smiled, "Chief Zheng, we can handle this, thank you this time, let's have a meal together another day."

"Inpatient Chief, I can't leave."

"It's only a year, there's still plenty of time." Deputy Chief Shen chuckled, holding the film, and left the intervention catheter room.

Zheng Ren stretched lazily; after the emergency rescue ended, it always brought a sense of relaxed comfort.

At that moment, the phone rang.

"Zheng Ren, come to my office." Director Pan's hearty voice came through.

"Okay." Zheng Ren hurriedly stood up; even though it was over the phone, it felt as if Director Pan were right before his eyes.

Su Yun's mouth twitched slightly, suppressing a smirk.

The two changed clothes and hurried straight to Director Pan's office on the first floor of the Emergency Building.

They knocked and entered, seeing a young man in a suit sitting in a chair chatting with Director Pan.

Zheng Ren, this is Manager Feng, the sales manager of domestic Changfeng Micro‑creation. Director Lao Pan, seeing Zheng Ren enter, introduced him.

Manager Feng appeared to be about twenty‑five or twenty‑six, rather green. As soon as Director Lao Pan finished the introduction, he sprang to his feet without even getting a good look, held out both hands, bowed his head slightly, and said politely, "Hello, I'm Feng Xuahui; you can just call me Xiao Feng."

Manager Feng, hello—I'm Zheng Ren, Director Lao Pan's aide.

You must be Mr. Zheng, right? I was just hearing Director Lao Pan sing your praises—I didn't expect you to be so young. Manager Feng only then gave Zheng Ren a careful look.

No need for formalities—please sit. Director Lao Pan waved his hand and said, "Xiao Zheng, the other day Chang Yue mentioned a patient who needed assistance, didn't he? This Manager Feng works at Changfeng Micro‑creation, a newly emerging domestic maker of minimally invasive consumables, which is currently pushing its technology."

Zheng Ren realized what was going on.

Like retail stores, medical‑device firms often start by offering free promotions to sell their products.

However, the technical bar for medical devices is so high that only a handful of big firms operate internationally; in China, though, many companies have been copying them on a large scale—such as Tianjing Micro‑creation and the Changfeng Micro‑creation we're dealing with now.

Well, let's thank Manager Feng first. Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Domestic medical devices can reduce patients' hospitalization costs—that's a real boon for patients."

Mr. Zheng, you're being too courteous. Manager Feng, clearly a recent graduate, spoke with a hint of shyness.

From Manager Feng's demeanor alone, Zheng Ren could tell that Changfeng isn't giving the Haicheng market enough attention.

If it were a bigger market, they'd surely send a sharp, seasoned sales rep to manage hospital ties—they'd never assign a fresh graduate.

But they came in person to offer support, so I really have nothing to complain about.

If you need anything, just let Manager Feng know," Director Lao Pan said with a smile.

Manager Feng finally relaxed a bit and recalled his goal.

Director Pan, Mr. Zheng, the company is giving us strong support this time." Manager Feng smiled and said, "Since Haicheng lacks strong interventional‑surgery capability, we've arranged for Professor Pei Yingjie from Shanghai Liver and Gallbladder Hospital to come give a talk and do the surgery."

Huh?" Zheng Ren blinked—this was beyond what he'd expected. He'd imagined he'd have to do it himself, just find someone to raise funds and scrounge some free supplies.

Professor Pei Yingjie is a nationally known expert and one of the editors of *Interventional Surgery*." Manager Feng launched into a rehearsed recitation of Pei's résumé, sounding a bit stiff.

Zheng Ren smiled and pretended to pay close attention to Manager Feng's introduction.

Since the professor is from Shanghai, his skill should be solid; Zheng Ren didn't really care—it's just a level‑3 procedure, and anyone who does it gets it done.

As long as we keep Zheng Yunxia's tumor under control, we've met the goal—Zheng Ren had no plan to insist on doing it himself.

After five minutes, Manager Feng, still nervous, finally finished reciting Professor Pei's résumé—which he'd memorized over and over—and his thoughts cleared.

His shaking hand steadied.

When will Professor Pei get here?" Director Lao Pan asked.

If the pre‑op prep is done, he can be here tomorrow," Manager Feng replied.

All right." Zheng Ren stood, reached out again, and shook Manager Feng's hand warmly. "I'll get started on the preparations right away—just give me your number, and I'll let you know when I'm finished."

Manager Feng blinked, surprised by Zheng Ren's enthusiasm, then quickly pulled out his phone to exchange numbers and WeChat.

After leaving Director Lao Pan's office, Su Yun sighed, "It's still a small place."

It's better than nothing—if it were a township hospital they wouldn't even bother showing up." Zheng Ren didn't mind and hurried to the emergency ward.

You're the inpatient chief, on duty 24/7, 365 days a year—why the rush?

'24365' is a hospital joke meaning the inpatient chief has to be on site 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

Indeed, who would dash around in their own house?

I'm going back to read," Zheng Ren said coldly, then headed up to the second floor via the fire exit without looking back.

No wonder you're single—school's worst fate is someone like you, a book‑worm… though maybe we shouldn't call you that, since you're actually good at surgery.

Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered with that guy, went back to the office, saw Chang Yue writing a chart, and said, "Let's admit Zheng Yunxia for inpatient care—her pre‑op exam shows no surgical contraindications, and Professor Pei from Shanghai Liver and Gallbladder Hospital will do the surgery."

Wow!" Chang Yue, who rarely looked happy in front of Zheng Ren, exclaimed, "Is it free?"

Yes, it's arranged by Changfeng Micro‑creation." Zheng Ren said, sat down at the desk, and reopened *Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery*.

Su Yun held his phone, habitually sat behind Zheng Ren, and began to fiddle with it.

Zheng Ren almost heard the distant sound of enemy troops reaching the battlefield thirty seconds away. Chang Yue then picked up the phone and started contacting Zheng Yunxia to arrange her admission.

Su Yun's phone was playing a video of Zheng Ren performing an interventional procedure.

He held the phone in his left hand, his right hand slightly twisting, as if simulating the operation of Shou Bing.