Chapter 1147: 1118 Yearning for the Hemostatic Forceps (Alliance Leader Cotton Padded Jacket Sauce Yo Extra Chapter 1)

"Director Zhou, hello." Zheng Ren suddenly realized, smiled slightly, and stood up.

"When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me?" Director Zhou said with a slight reproach.

"Just came back, missed Director, came back to chat." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

He smiled, faint and gentle, the knot in his heart was opened; although it didn't quickly turn to nothing, it was no longer like yesterday's turmoil in his chest.

Director Zhou sighed, looking at Zheng Ren's current life, it's just like damn Liang Chao-wei's. Liang Chao-wei goes to London to feed pigeons when he has nothing to do; Zheng Boss goes back to Hai Cheng to chat with Director Pan when he has nothing to do.

Are the days in the capital so leisurely?

Isn't it said that the doctors over there perform surgery from morning to night, never idle, exhausted to death?

Looking at Zheng Ren's appearance, it doesn't seem so either.

"Really, next time you go home, let me know early, I'll send someone to pick you up at the airport." Director Zhou had all sorts of things on his mind, but he was polite to Zheng Ren.

"No need to be formal, Director Zhou." Zheng Ren chuckled and said: "I didn't take leave over there; after finishing surgery last night I missed the old director and spontaneously decided to come back; normally I don't have time."

Only then did Director Zhou feel relieved, his worldview finally preserved.

"Is it busy over there?" Director Zhou asked casually.

"I don't know." Zheng Ren said.

"……" Director Zhou stared for a moment. Zheng Ren then said: "I just flew back from Heidelberg, didn't go to the department, came straight back. I'm not at home, so maybe I'm not very busy."

"You went…… to Heidelberg? Is it Professor Rudolf Wagner's hospital?"

"Yeah, went to have a look." Zheng Ren said.

Director Zhou has been busy these days with a medical dispute; the surgery live broadcast at Xinglin Yuan has nothing to do with him, so he hasn't paid attention.

He felt amazed, Zheng Boss is really awesome, having a German professor as an assistant, able to casually go to Heidelberg for fun.

Looks like the capital is also quite leisurely.

"Zheng Boss, I was just about to contact Director Wang, and since you're back, could you trouble yourself with it?"

"What's the matter?"

"A relative of a leader in the city had a liver cancer resection in the hepatobiliary department at Modu last year, but it recurred post-op. Now there's nothing else to do; that side suggests interventional treatment. Isn't this about finding Director Xiao to ask someone to do it?"

"Oh, you want to find Teacher Gao?"

"Zheng Boss, please don't call me that." As soon as Teacher Gao was mentioned, a hearty laugh came from outside the office, and Gao Shaojie arrived.

They hadn't seen each other for months; only Su Yun had been in contact with Gao Shaojie via email regarding the TIPS surgery project. Seeing each other again, Zheng Ren was also delighted, reaching out both hands to shake Gao Shaojie's.

"Zheng Boss, since you went to the capital, the platform is different, and the energy you exert is different. Over these months, I've seen your growth; it feels like a myth." Gao Shaojie said with a hearty laugh.

"No way, no way."

"Do you remember when I told you back then, it's best not to hit me with the hemostatic forceps? After seeing your open teaching surgery at Mayo, I really wouldn't mind being struck a few more times by your hemostatic forceps." Gao Shaojie said, laughing about the past.

Professor Liu stood behind with a smile; in fact, he is the one who most longs to be struck by the hemostatic forceps. Not wearing a sterile cap, one can see he's slightly balding; in the sunlight, light glints off him, showing a hint of weariness.

After Zheng Ren performed surgery at the Provincial Hospital, he never went back; Professor Liu's TIPS surgery was brought up single-handedly by Gao Shaojie.

But no matter how it's done, Professor Liu always feels something is missing.

At first he thought Gao Shaojie was hiding secrets, but the recent live-stream teaching surgery made him realize the gap between himself and Gao Shaojie is only as far as Zheng Boss's hemostatic forceps.

Many small details escape ordinary notice. But Zheng Boss's hemostatic forceps can catch them, and like a summoned beast, whenever something is off, it definitely calls out, without hesitation.

He longs to receive the baptism of Zheng Boss's hemostatic forceps.

But while Gao Shaojie was catching up, Professor Liu could only stand silently to the side. Going up then would surely be embarrassing. Even Professor Liu isn't sure if Zheng Boss still remembers him. He habitually rubs his head, said to increase blood supply to capillaries and grow new hair; but in fact, it has no effect.

As more people gathered, Director Pan hadn't expected it to turn out like this. Moreover, Director Zhou had something going on over there; although he didn't say it outright, it seemed he didn't intend to let Zheng Ren leave, so he smiled and told everyone to get busy, arranging to have dinner together in the evening.

After Director Pan's stern reprimand, Zheng Ren felt much better; at least he no longer kept a straight face, and he had a slight smile.

"Director Zhou, where is the patient?" Zheng Ren asked. It was still early; he thought that if the patient hadn't eaten, he would directly do the examination, then at the latest perform surgery early tomorrow morning. Afterward, he would need to hurry back to the capital.

This time it was my willfulness, certainly not the norm of life. But in life, one must have willful moments sometimes.

"In gastroenterology, Zheng Boss, shall we take a look?" Director Zhou said.

Zheng Ren found it a bit strange—why not in oncology? But patients, circumstances vary wildly. The most reasonable explanation is that the patient himself doesn't know his condition, and the family conceals it, to avoid giving him high psychological pressure, so he ends up in gastroenterology.

"Check whether he had breakfast; if not, do a CT first." Zheng Ren said.

After bidding temporary farewell to Director Pan, the group went to gastroenterology.

Just past nine, today gastroenterology had a grand rounds. Behind, the youngest doctor pushed the cart with medical records, the attending physician reported the patient's condition, and Director Xia examined each patient, adjusting treatment measures according to changes in condition.

This process is lengthy, at least lasting until around eleven or twelve noon to finish.

Those accustomed to surgery look down on such grand rounds, considering them a waste of time. Surgery rarely has such things; when it does, it's just a quick wrap-up.

After all, one has to go into surgery early in the morning; who has time to grind away slowly?

Moreover, surgical patients are basically fine after the operation, and don't need fine-tuning of medical treatment.

This is a major difference between internal medicine and surgery.

Surgery focuses on operation; if the operation is done well, the patient recovers quickly. Internal medicine focuses on pattern discrimination; if medication is used well, the patient recovers quickly.

A young doctor lagging behind saw Director Zhou for a moment, his face changed, and he hurried to call Director Xia.

The Medical Department, which handles medical disputes, holds such high status in ordinary doctors' hearts that when he runs, his movements are somewhat uncoordinated; bumping into the medical record cart, he lets out an "ouch."

Every hospital is like this; now medical disputes are increasing, the burden on the Director of Medical Affairs' shoulders grows heavier, and his face looks worse and worse.

"Director Zhou, they're so afraid of you." Gao Shaojie laughed.

"No way, recently gastroenterology had two consecutive massive bleeding rescues that failed; the patients' families are still causing trouble at my place."

Just then, Director Xia hurried out of the ward. Behind him followed the Deputy Chief and the responsible attending physician, like a white arrow rebounding from the ward and shooting out.