Chapter 1124: with translation of chapter title

"Director, Doctor Zheng's interventional embolization surgery is…… definitely world-class." Director Jing revised the attributive clause once, still felt insufficient.

Just world-class? That probably isn't enough either.

He studied at Johns Hopkins Hospital in the United States. There he had seen the Shou Bing of removing the lumbar vertebra and embolizing the lumbar horizontal artery; even the Intervention Department heavyweight at Johns Hopkins Hospital, which is on par with the Mayo Clinic, would not have performed the Shou Bing like this.

But asking Director Jing to come up with a new term, he racked his brains in a short time and still couldn't think of one.

World-class is already the most badass adjective in Director Jing's worldview; what more could there be? Something even more badass, and Director Jing truly doesn't know what to say.

"Hmm." Director Yan didn't speak, just let out a hum from his nose.

They were talking when Xie Yiren walked in from the door, carrying a white metal box in her hand.

Xiao Yi Ren slipped along the edge, trying not to disturb the various directors and hospital leaders.

"Yi Ren?" Director Kong wanted to ask Xie Yiren about her situation in Hai Cheng; Xie Yiren wasn't prepared, and as she turned, the lower right corner of the metal box bumped into Zhao Wenhua, who was hiding in the corner, dazed.

"What are you doing!" Zhao Wenhua covered his leg and glared at Xie Yiren.

"Sorry, Professor Zhao." Xie Yiren quickly apologized, "Really sorry, sorry sorry."

"What are you carrying?" Director Kong interjected.

This box, when I saw Zheng Lao Ban carrying it upon disembarking the plane, I knew it was a gift from Charles to Zheng Ren. But I didn't expect Xie Yiren to bring it into the operating area. And Zhao Wenhua, that guy, actually yelled at Zheng Lao Ban's girlfriend; Director Kong really didn't want to see a scene of Zheng Lao Ban and Zhao Wenhua blood-splattering five steps in the Operating Room.

"Director Kong, it's a surgical instrument sent by a Doctor from the Mayo Clinic to Zheng Ren." Xie Yiren said softly, without tension or reservation, graceful and composed. She blinked her big eyes, instantly realizing Director Kong was helping her.

"Uh..." Zhao Wenhua stared for a moment.

"Before the surgery, Zheng Ren had me disinfect; I saw that the general and thoracic surgeries were done, so I figured it wouldn't be needed and brought it out." Xie Yiren smiled slightly and explained.

"Is it a small gift sent by a doctor from the Mayo Clinic?" Director Yan suddenly became interested; he sat in his chair, slightly twisted, the chair swiveled, facing Xie Yiren as he asked.

"Probably."

Director Yan was somewhat happy.

Earlier, hearing Ye Qingqiu say that Zheng Ren had been appointed as a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic, this could be true or false, big or small. Although a visiting professorship already proved Zheng Ren's standing in the martial world and his Shou Bing level, he always seemed too young, somewhat unstable.

And a gift of Surgical Instruments sent by a certain doctor from the Mayo Clinic invites even more interpretation.

"What brand is it? Open it, let me broaden my horizons." Director Yan rarely showed a smile, speaking gently.

"Oh." Xie Yiren looked up, saw Zheng Ren already off the stage through the Lead glass, walked over, placed the white metal box in front of the operating table's screen, and opened the box.

The box is exquisitely designed, all three-dimensional space used to the fullest. Five layers open up, down, left, right, silently, nearly a hundred Surgical Instruments displayed before everyone.

Even the well-informed Director Yan was stunned; this is absolutely not standard equipment produced by a manufacturer, but custom-made Surgical Instruments!

Everyone present is a top-tier expert in the domestic medical field, and various manufacturers' brands of Surgical Instruments are as familiar as the back of their hand.

Just a glance, and one knows these are custom-made Surgical Instruments, their ergonomics already at a perfect level.

Good it is, but the price is surely world-class as well. Even the Director of 912 wouldn't custom-order this much for no reason.

Director Jing was leaning closer, and he saw it most clearly.

Those Surgical Instruments inside the white box looked at him like countless alluring girls, cold and aloof. Although their attitude was cold, Director Jing still ignored the presence of the Director, couldn't help but reach out, his fingertip lightly brushing a Hemostatic Forceps.

Plus the residual warmth from the recent disinfection, warm like a lover's hand.

Too bad, there are no chisels, axes, or saws; the sender of the Surgical Instruments probably isn't from the Orthopedics Department. Director Jing felt a bit regretful, but just one Hemostatic Forceps had already hooked his soul.

Just touching it wasn't enough; Director Jing gently reached in and lightly took out the Hemostatic Forceps. It felt light in hand, the texture hard, the buckle position almost precise to the nanometer level.

All the Surgical Instruments I had seen before paled in comparison to this Hemostatic Forceps.

Director Jing felt the residual warmth, extended his left hand, and flicked the Hemostatic Forceps with his fingertip, sensing its texture.

It felt like rare metal—hard yet extremely tough. If it were used to…… Director Jing's heart burned hot.

Director Kong is an Intervention doctor; he seldom uses Hemostatic Forceps or other Surgical Instruments in his daily work, so he doesn't have much feeling for them.

Just seeing Director Jing's appearance, he knew in his heart that this was a set of treasures.

"Who sent this to Doctor Zheng?" Director Yan, although he also thought this set of Surgical Instruments was good, but having been away from clinical practice for decades, these alluring-girl-like Surgical Instruments couldn't evoke much feeling in him.

Director Yan's focus was on what the private relationship between Zheng Ren and the Mayo Clinic was like.

"Doctor Charles Moor sent this to me." Zheng Ren walked out of the Operating Room, slightly startled, a bit displeased, he pushed through the crowd, stood in front of the silver-white box, blocking others' covetous gazes.

"Charles Moor?" is……

"He was formerly a surgeon, later engaged in basic research, and twenty-eight years ago won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine." Zheng Ren, while explaining to Director Yan, almost snatched the Hemostatic Forceps from Director Jing's hand, put it back in the box, and immediately closed the box.

Director Yan was stunned for less than 0.1 seconds; seeing Zheng Ren's childish action, he smiled slightly and said, "Charles sent you Surgical Instruments; be sure to use them well in saving lives."

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded. At this moment, he felt countless hostile gazes.

If a box of cash were placed here, there probably wouldn't be so many greedy, hostile gazes. But for a doctor, especially a surgeon, a box of privately custom-made Surgical Instruments means something that goes without saying.

Zheng Ren used his body to block the white box, not looking at those covetous gazes.

"How many times can it be sterilized?"

"Supposedly I won't wear it out in my lifetime."

"What about the surgical blade?" Director Yan, meticulous in thought, inquired.

"This is a headache; ordinary blades won't fit, they're too coarse, need to have blades custom-made in Ostelai Town; Charles sent me three hundred." Zheng Ren replied.

Tsk tsk, the many envious gazes were even stronger.