Chapter 1140: with translation of chapter title

The dissection patient was sent to ICU, waiting for Wang Qiang to bring the aortic stent. Zheng Ren glanced at the emergency department, then ran back and did emergency Shou Bing together with Wang Zong.

The Shou Bing was quick, just the most basic Shou Bing like appendicitis and cholecystitis; the two did them separately, and it was finished before seven.

Sending the patient down, it seemed the same as a few months ago. Only there was one less assistant nearby, and one less capable Inpatient Doctor below.

"Wang Zong, this situation isn't common, right?" Zheng Ren changed clothes, and had a stiff exchange with Wang Zong.

"Not much, I estimate it's because you're coming back that it's increased. I heard the doctors and nurses say that when you're on duty, you're especially busy," Wang Zong laughed.

In the hospital, doctors differ between busy and not; some are born with a busy fate, and on night shift they can see so many emergency cases they're worn out.

But some are just idle. Not coming to the emergency department aside, the ward patients' conditions are also stable, with nothing at all, and they sleep straight through until morning.

This is baseless, yet almost all medical staff believe it. It's like the legendary night‑shift god who doesn't even have a shrine—typical of believing if you want to, disbelieving if you don't.

Returning to the familiar office, Zheng Ren sat directly in his most familiar sunny spot and took out his phone.

Xiao Yi Ren left a message, saying she and Chu Yan zhi had gone out to buy breakfast and would be back soon.

After breakfast, everyone came to work one after another. Zheng Ren didn't wait in the office; he ran to the door of Director Pan's office and waited for Director Pan to start work.

The confusion in his heart seemed to have improved a little after a few surgeries. Standing at the director's office door, a feeling of homesickness and timidity welled up.

He's been busy lately; he should have come back earlier to see Director. Zheng Ren was doing self‑reflection in his heart, but video chats still weren't enough.

Soon, Director Pan appeared at the other end of the hallway.

Zheng Ren stood at attention, gave a salute, and watched Director Pan walk over.

"Zheng Ren? When did you come back?" Director Pan asked happily but puzzled.

"Just came back from abroad; I missed you, Director, so I ran back to see you," Zheng Ren said softly.

"There's nothing at home; you should focus on work. How's the Nobel Prize project going?" Director Pan asked while opening the door.

"Director, I have a little confusion; I'd like to ask your opinion."

Entering the room, Director Pan sat in the chair behind the desk and listened to Zheng Ren recount what had happened recently.

Just as they were speaking, a knock sounded at the door.

Zheng Ren stood up, opened the door, and it was Wang Qiang from City Second Hospital.

He was carrying a box in his hand, first doing a Jiu Gong politely, regardless of the age gap.

"Director Wang, you're being too polite," Zheng Ren hurriedly said.

"Boss Zheng, I've brought the things; take a look to see if anything doesn't match. If so, I'll have someone send more," Wang Qiang said.

"What's going on?" Director Pan asked.

"Director, early this morning there was a patient who jumped from a building; diagnosis is aortic dissection, condition is serious, the hospital lacks supplies, so it's not trouble asking Director Wang to send some emergency supplies."

Director Pan nodded, without answering Zheng Ren's confusion, and without showing surprise at the dissection.

"Where is the patient?" Director Pan asked.

"In the ICU, controlling blood pressure," Zheng Ren said.

"No need to change shifts; just let Wang Zong watch. Let's go take a look at the patient," Director Pan stood up, his presence like a mountain.

This kind of aortic dissection can't be delayed; it could decide the patient's life or death in just a few minutes.

But there are really few people who can do Shou Bing; Wang Qiang can't do it—he doesn't specialize in Blood Vessel. Even if forced, he could try, but he's never as skilled as a professional Blood Vessel doctor.

Meanwhile, the Blood Vessel department at City First Hospital has no one doing Interventional surgery; they're all surgeons.

Interventional surgery requires guidewire; it's a natural moat.

Treating and saving people is nothing special, but if one had to trade their own health for others', most people would think long and hard.

Especially after a doctor in the former Intervention Department at City First Hospital contracted a blood tumor, no one does this kind of Shou Bing anymore.

If Zheng Ren weren't here, a diagnosed patient could only be transferred to Sheng Cheng at great risk, or else wait half a day for a certain doctor from Sheng Cheng to come and perform the Flying Knife.

All these causes and effects between them are hard to explain in a few words.

But with Zheng Ren present, all this is readily resolved; Director Pan also feels especially relieved, even his walking speed picks up a bit.

"Director, how's your health lately?" Zheng Ren made small talk; Director Pan's System Panel shows only a few minor age‑related ailments.

But seeing Director Pan and not saying a word? That's nonsense.

"I'm fine, don't keep running around," Director Pan said: "After I finish this side, let's go out for lunch at noon, and I'll share my thoughts."

Zheng Ren nodded.

Wang Qiang followed along the whole way; he didn't want to just leave like that. After finally getting a chance to curry favor in front of Zheng Lao Ban, any future training would have to rely on Zheng Lao Ban.

Zheng Lao Ban brings prosperity; Wang Qiang knows this in his heart.

Cheng Lixue, how many years has he been suppressing himself? Zheng Lao Ban performed two TIPS Surgery, then Cheng Lixue made a misdiagnosis of Budd‑Chiari syndrome, losing face in front of everyone; now even Wang Qiang isn't afraid of him face‑to‑face.

Without Zheng Lao Ban, even with Teacher Gao supporting him, Wang Qiang knows the whole process would take at least three to five years if it goes smoothly; if not, he might be suppressed by Cheng Lixue for life.

Besides, Teacher Gao Shaojie of Sheng Cheng is respectful to Zheng Lao Ban—what's a few more threads? Not to mention Teacher Gao, even professors from Mayo Clinic and Heidelberg have been given teaching Shou Bing by Zheng Lao Ban; when will it ever be my turn?

Wang Qiang's judgment of the situation is spot on; he's also lowered his stance, preparing to serve this young master well, hoping to find a chance to invite Zheng Lao Ban back and give himself a lesson in teaching Shou Bing.

Thinking this, Wang Qiang felt pleased.

Whether he can learn it or not is one thing; just the sight of Zheng Lao Ban, this great god, standing there shows his connections.

Even the director cannot be taken lightly.

Soon, they arrived at the ICU, a few people changed clothes and went in.

It wasn't yet shift‑change time, but doctors kept arriving for work. When they saw Zheng Ren, they were all surprised.

Watching Director Pan and Zheng Ren enter the ICU, the two doctors who were changing clothes whispered to each other.

"How did Chief Zheng come back? Could he have gotten into trouble?"

"Don't talk nonsense—didn't you see the livestream from Xinglin Yuan a few days ago? Chief Zheng held the Hemostatic Forceps and gave a teaching lesson to a foreign professor."

"I saw it, so I felt it was Strange."

"Who knows? Probably he came back to visit family. You say, when Chief Zheng returns, who will he hit with the Hemostatic Forceps?"