Chapter 1136: with translation of chapter title

"Zheng Lao Ban, you weren't supposed to go to Mayo Clinic? When did you come back?" Wang Zong put down the blunt scissors and hemostatic forceps in his hand, requested a piece of warm saline gauze, and placed it on the operating area.

"I came back this afternoon, I missed Director Pan, took a stroll with Xiao Yi Ren, and just chatted and drove back." Zheng Ren scrubbed in, his voice came from the corridor, buzzing.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you're really carefree." Wang Zong, as a surgery dog, was very envious of Zheng Ren's lifestyle.

"Isn't this just a spur-of-the-moment trip? When will I be able to live such a carefree life?"

However, Zheng Lao Ban being able to open up the situation in a short time can be called a miracle. Not only that, he can even go to Mayo Clinic to perform surgery; this cannot but show that their technical level is truly high to an extent I cannot fathom.

Wang Zong's information all came from Chu Yanran and Chu Yan zhi's mouths. Chu Yanran is relatively better, while Chu Yan zhi is lively and restless, never having a moment of quiet.

Soon, Zheng Ren finished scrubbing, and also coming back with him were Xie Yiren and Chu Yan zhi.

Xie Yiren also scrubbed in, replacing the night-shift nurse. The little nurse was so tired her eyes were glazed; someone replacing her, still the one who used to be the most skilled in duties, would be happy to find a place to rest.

If possible, nobody wants to work the night shift.

By thirty, white hair appears; if you keep staying up for a few years, you'll surely decline before old age. The ICU is even worse: the little nurses turn patients and pat their backs, and before thirty, their lumbar discs already protrude.

"Zheng Lao Ban, please come here." Wang Zong said politely.

"No need, I'll be your assistant." Zheng Ren directly took the first assistant's position, replacing the doctor who came with Wang Zong from 912 to the third assistant's position.

"Tonight is too busy; there was a traffic accident, we rescued from six to eleven. After finishing surgery, the patient was sent to ICU, and then various patients came. There are still 3 appendicitis cases and 2 cholecystitis cases not done yet."

"Really busy." Zheng Renping said flatly.

"Hey, the surgery is slow; Yan zhi has said it, that's the problem." Wang Zong is quite familiar with the Chu sisters, so he said it as a joke.

"Really?" Chu Yan zhi said: "If Chief Zheng were here, we could sleep in the first half of the night."

"Sis, how can we compare?" Wang Zong said with a mournful face: "Zheng Lao Ban is someone who can go to Mayo Clinic to do surgery; comparing me to him is totally unreasonable. If you have the ability, say who in Haicheng City First Hospital has better surgery than me!"

"Chief Zheng, right, Chief Zheng?" Chu Yan zhi asked with a smile.

Zheng Ren didn't speak, reached out, and slapped the blunt scissors and hemostatic forceps into his palm.

"There are some problems with what you're doing here." Zheng Ren said lightly, and immediately the blunt scissors and hemostatic forceps seemed to come alive, wandering between the adhered intestinal segments.

This is a technical task; one must know the anatomical relations clearly down to the bone, and also have a steady hand, applying appropriate force.

Especially, how much force the adhered intestinal wall can withstand; an experienced gastroenterology surgeon can tell at a touch.

Such doctors are rare, but Zheng Ren is one.

Previously, Wang Zong was just being polite; although he came from 912 to Haicheng, his pursuit of technology has never stopped.

Over these months, he has done all the surgeries himself. Especially, when Haicheng residents heard that City First Hospital had a 912 expert, they swarmed in, and the surgery volume even exceeded that in the capital.

Surgery, it's all about skill; Wang Zong truly doesn't believe his level is that much worse than Zheng Ren's.

But speaking, politeness is still necessary.

However,

Zheng Ren as soon as he started,

Wang Zong was dumbfounded.

Zheng Lao Ban's operation is not flashy at all; he speaks while doing it, simple and clean.

If it were a few months ago, Wang Zong knew he might not even notice these details. However, now he stands on his own, while shouldering greater responsibility, his surgical skill has also greatly improved.

But as his surgical skill improved, he discovered that Zheng Lao Ban being awesome is justified.

The segment of intestine I had just carefully dissected already had capillaries beginning to ooze blood, making the operative field somewhat blurry.

Zheng Lao Ban stepped in; the blunt scissors entered, opened, and the fibrous tissue of the adhered intestinal wall was torn apart, with just the right force—no sign of damage to the intestinal wall, yet the surgical goal was achieved.

In over a minute, a mass of intestine was freed. Zheng Ren controlled his speed, speaking as he worked, afraid Wang Zong wouldn't understand, explaining in great detail.

Soon, Wang Zong also threw away his distracting thoughts,

began to listen seriously,

to study seriously,

to think seriously,

and to raise questions seriously.

The surgery proceeded extremely fast, this also being the result of controlling his speed. Wang Zong, at the end, didn't even know what to ask, getting to the most fundamental problem—his understanding of anatomy and even pathophysiology was insufficient.

In other words, the surgery was still done too little.

Could it really be that Haicheng's surgeries are that many? It practically "called out" a top-tier Zheng Lao Ban.

Such an idea arose in Wang Zong's mind; although absurd, it was the only reasonable explanation.

The adhered intestines were loosened, the twisted and narrowed segments were cleared, the surgery completed. It took only twelve minutes and thirty-six seconds; the rest was just irrigation, checking for any active bleeding points, then the abdomen could be closed.

These steps also don't need much explanation.

After performing a surgery, Zheng Ren felt his whole body much lighter. He greatly enjoyed the process of being fully focused during surgery.

"A few days ago in Rochester, I met Wu Hui." While waiting for the warm saline to irrigate the abdominal cavity, Zheng Ren started gossiping.

Operating room culture—even someone like Zheng Ren, a "blockhead" inpatient chief, inevitably gets a bit of it.

"Ah!" Chu Yan zhi immediately jumped up, "Wu Hui, is that the Wu Hui?"

"Yes, that's the Wu Hui who performed in 'Battle Dragon in the Sky'." Zheng Ren said, "He's at a community hospital; his appendectomy wasn't done, he said he needs a second-stage surgery, looking quite pitiful."

"……" Everyone in the operating room was stunned.

After a few seconds, Wang Zong then asked: "Zheng Lao Ban, are you saying that appendicitis, the community hospital in the United States didn't handle it?"

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded, "Later I performed the second-stage surgery on him, removing the appendix. Actually it wasn't that serious—suppurative perforated appendicitis, with severe congestion and edema at the base of the appendix."

"Is the medical standard there really that low?" Wang Zong became dazed.

"Not exactly; if you have money and social status, there are still high-level people. But for an average doctor, it's just so-so." Zheng Ren said.

"How high is high-level?" Wang Zong asked.

"Hmm, how to say? This time I went to do surgery because a research team over there is doing a study on percutaneous radiofrequency ablation of renal sympathetic nerves for hypertension treatment, and reportedly they have already achieved stage results."

This is world-leading technology; if the level weren't high, there really wouldn't be anything higher.