Chapter 1133: 1104 Guidance for Future Work

Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Yu Zong arrived outside the ICU ward corridor, found the male night-shift staff, pushed the door open and went in.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and amidst curling blue smoke, he dazedly recalled that afternoon before going to Mayo Clinic.

The temporal disorientation left the three feeling somewhat sighful and dazed; after a few minutes of silence, Su Yun broke the quiet: "Yu Zong, are you planning to stay here for a while?"

"Certainly." Yu Zong said: "They've found someone else to be the Inpatient Chief back home, and I've told my girlfriend; if things go smoothly, we'll meet again in a month."

"Impressive, daring to have a girlfriend even while being the Inpatient Chief." Su Yun said teasingly.

"Yun Ge'er, if I had half your ability, I wouldn't be so anxious. I'm in my thirties; if I don't find someone now, I'm afraid I won't find anyone." Yu Zong gave a wry smile.

"Nonsense, as the Inpatient Chief of Ward 912, saying you can't find a girlfriend—who would believe that!" Su Yun found an opportunity to divert the topic from Director Miao, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

"The problem is the conditions aren't enough." Yu Zong forced a smile: "This is my classmate, the type who's always in the lab, so I'm not afraid."

Upon mentioning the lab, Su Yun's heart skipped a beat. He glanced sideways at Zheng Ren; seeing that this guy's complexion hadn't changed, he felt somewhat relieved.

"Zheng Boss, Yun Ge'er, thank you today." Yu Zong said sincerely.

"Of course."

"What's there to be supposed or not supposed? I took leave this morning after stepping down to accompany my girlfriend. When I came back, I heard about the incident, went to see, and heard everyone say…" As he spoke, Yu Zong looked at Zheng Ren, sighed, and said: "Zheng Boss, performing double-handed double-operation—this kind of thing is unthinkable. Your diagnostic and surgical skills are truly exceptional!"

Yu Zong is an honest person, without fancy words; just that one sentence "truly exceptional" came straight from the heart.

"No need for you to say." Su Yun said: "Back then even I was dumbfounded; you lot, ordinary people, tremble as you please."

Yu Zong said: "I heard Director Ma of the Thoracic Department say that the aortic dissection was just a hair's breadth from rupturing."

"When did he say that?"

"After work, he came to take a glance at the director, chatted for a while. Director Ma said, 'It should be fine; it all depended on Zheng Boss's timely rescue.' Yu Zong's eyes were full of gratitude: 'Today I really shouldn't have left; it's all my fault.'"

"Blame me? What does that have to do with anything!" Su Yun also felt vexed; his boss's mood was unstable, and Yu Zong before him was the same—but who would come to comfort him?

"Actually, the director's mood has been off these past few days, related to a dispute with the patient's family and also to my senior brother not returning. Today isn't this supposed to be a commendation ceremony? The notice came out this morning, and my senior brother's name is on the death list, awarded first-class merit." Yu Zong's voice grew increasingly bitter.

Su Yun froze for a moment; now he realized this was the true fuse…

"My senior brother had been following the director since his graduate studies; I only came when I started my doctorate. Back then, my senior brother could assist in almost all surgeries, his skill surpassing that of an average team-leading professor. Especially in kidney transplants, the director only let my senior brother assist; he didn't trust others."

"Later they performed a kidney transplant, and Zheng Boss assisted. I understood the director's intention, but who could have imagined he…" As he spoke, Yu Zong fell silent, took a fierce drag on his cigarette; the ember glowed and dimmed, like a star blinking in the sky.

"Keep an eye on Director Miao; if any difficult problem arises, notify me immediately." Zheng Ren said.

To others, this statement sounded somewhat presumptuous.

"Ward 912 ICU, if there's a difficult problem and others can't solve it, you're supposed to notify me right away? What are you, some kind of scallion?"

But Su Yun and Yu Zong both felt a chill, especially Su Yun, knowing Zheng Ren rarely involves himself in ICU matters.

In my impression, in Hai Cheng, Zheng Ren diagnosed a stabbed primary school teacher; the diagnosis proved correct afterward. Su Yun also learned a lot—just vitamin deficiency or athlete's foot can cause patients to hallucinate.

Zheng Boss's diagnosis is impressive; this statement is a promise, placing a heavy weight on the scales of life and death.

"Zheng Boss, thank you, thank you." Yu Zong expressed his gratitude without reservation.

"No problem." Zheng Ren said indifferently.

He was originally somewhat blunt, not as lively and talkative as Su Yun; at this moment, with something on his mind, hard to decide, he was more like a block of wood, a wooden figure.

"Boss, can't you stop being half-dead, half-alive?" Su Yun was displeased.

"No, I'm thinking about things."

"What are you thinking about?"

"The impact on sympathetic nerves after lowering the frequency in percutaneous kidney radiofrequency ablation, and the guidance for future work." Zheng Ren said.

…… Yu Zong was speechless.

…… Su Yun was also speechless.

Are we really going to do basic and clinical combined research now? Having already immersed ourselves in the role, we start pondering these miscellaneous matters?

Su Yun seemed to tell Zheng Ren, "Just honestly do your TIPS surgery; what's the point of thinking so much useless stuff?"

But he truly feared his words would have the opposite effect.

"By the way, Boss, Dr. Mei Ha'er will be here these days." Su Yun suddenly remembered something and said.

"Oh." Zheng Ren showed no expression.

"I'll go contact his assistant to ask about the schedule. For the second-phase surgery, are we confident?" Su Yun asked.

"Just replace the stent, a minor procedure." Zheng Ren said: "Not much time has passed since the first-phase surgery; there's not much thrombus accumulated in the stent, so the chance of problems is low."

"Hmm, any other requests?"

"Like what?"

"Have Dr. Mei Ha'er help persuade those elderly people who have influence over the Nobel Prize judges. These people, who wouldn't want to live a few more days? Boss, this is a key point for us to win the Nobel Prize." Su Yun said.

"Hmm…" Zheng Ren pondered, then said: "Ask Dr. Mei Ha'er's assistant whether prostate interventional embolization should be done together. Anyway, it's not much trouble; bringing a urinary catheter is already a hassle, so we might as well do it together."

"Boss, your memory is impressive—you still remember the prostate? Compared to the heart, this little thing isn't that important." Su Yun put on an affected expression, somewhat exaggerated.

"The heart's fine, didn't I say that? I just said there's no problem, right?" Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun, as if looking at an idiot.

Yu Zong shook his head.

What Zheng Boss and Yun Ge'er said is too highbrow for me to follow. Prostate surgery is originally a urology procedure, but some elderly patients urology dares not perform.

Reading between the lines, Zheng Boss wants to perform… on a very formidable elderly person… Zheng Boss, that's our urology department's work; don't steal our surgeries, okay.

Yu Zong felt like crying in his heart.