Chapter 1162: 1132 Men Are All Big Pig Trotters

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zong was about to leave when a figure tiptoed to the door and pushed it open.

"Director Wang, are you here?" Wang Zong glanced and saw it was the patient's family member who had just been there, but not the person who had asked the patient to eat; it was someone else.

"Huh? What's up?"

"Director Wang, I'll need you to go on stage during the surgery later." The patient's relative bowed slightly, wore a polite smile, closed the door with a backhand, took out a thick envelope from his pocket, and was about to stuff it into Wang Zong's pocket.

"What are you doing?" Wang Zong displeased said, "I don't accept red envelopes, and besides, I'm not the one performing the surgery."

"It's not a bother, please go on stage. After all, you're an expert from the capital; what good doctors could we have here in Hai Cheng?" Seeing Wang Zong wasn't being polite and feeling anxious, the relative tossed the envelope onto the duty room bed, bowed deeply, and said, "Director Wang, I'll trouble you during the surgery."

Having said that, he turned and ran, giving Wang Zong no chance to refuse.

Wang Zong held the envelope with a wry smile, his mind filled with what Su Zong of the 912 Blood Vessel Department had said.

Has Zheng Lao Ban's surgery become this good? Number one in the world? Su Zong is usually steady; how could he make such a judgment?

Impossible!

Zheng Lao Ban's surgery is indeed impressive, but not to the point of being used as a teaching case, letting a department head of 912 keep the whole department behind to study this late.

Moreover, calling it studying is already a nice way to put it.

He thought about it, weighing the red envelope.

About two thousand yuan, Wang Zong smiled.

If I did the surgery myself, taking it would be fine, but if Zheng Lao Ban in the operating room did it and I took it, things would be wrong.

Really a hassle, still have to go pay the hospitalization fee; Wang Zong weighed the money and thought.

……

Zheng Renhe explained the condition to the patient's family, saying many things. He noticed that after his intervention skill tree reached the peak, his ability to explain the condition seemed to have improved as well—his language became more concise and easier to understand.

Perhaps it was due to a deeper understanding of anatomy and the condition.

Before the surgery, after briefing Wang Zong, Zheng Ren greeted him and went to the operating room. Holding his phone, he left a message for Xie Yiren, exited the ward, and saw Feng Xu Hui standing at the ward door, looking out the window, waiting quietly.

The largest trolley suitcase sat beside Liu Xiao Jie, quietly waiting to be summoned.

"Little Feng, let's go." Zheng Ren called out.

"Chief Zheng, is this a thrombectomy?" Feng Xu Hui asked.

"Yo, you all know about thrombectomy now?"

"I've studied all the intervention-related procedures, just a rough overview. I figured I ought to know what you need, Chief Zheng." Feng Xu Hui smiled and said to Zheng Ren.

"Mm, keep working." Zheng Ren patted Feng Xu Hui's shoulder, brushed past Liu Xiao Jie without noticing her, treating her as if she were air.

Liu Xiao Jie wondered whether Zheng Lao Ban was putting on a front of a gentleman or truly hadn't seen her. In the capital's hepatobiliary department, even if Zhou Chun Yong persisted, he still laughed and spoke with her.

Confident in her looks, she was sure it was an act—men are all big pig trotters, Liu Xiao Jie thought to herself.

Arriving at the operating room, Zheng Ren changed clothes and went in.

"Chief Zheng, you say you're so busy." Chu Yan zhi complained: "At this hour, shouldn't you be lying at home binge-watching? Yet you're working overtime."

"Come to 912." Zheng Ren laughed: "I'm actually free, nothing to do."

"Tch, bragging."

"Really, I don't handle emergencies, so I work weekdays, have weekends off, and can go out to throw flying knives. By the way, Su Yun said she might need to go to Inner Mongolia soon; are you two interested?"

"Inner Mongolia? What for?"

"A hospital in the Zhongqi of Right Wing of Khorchin has asked me to do surgery there, and I can have some fun while I'm at it. I've never been; Su Yun told me there's desert, suitable for camping and bonfires."

"Great!" Chu Yan zhi jumped up excitedly.

People who grew up in the city rarely get to see campfires, desert full moons, and such rarities.

Not to mention desert full moons; even seeing the moon through slightly lighter haze counts as good weather.

"By the way, the patient is under local anesthesia—what are you here for?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Director Wang said he'd cut the intestines, so I didn't leave." Chu Yan zhi replied: "Turns out I wasn't needed after all."

"I think the intestinal tract can still be preserved, so let's not leave yet; if I can't manage, I'll still have to call you over."

"Chief Zheng, do you really think it's alright to use a resident like this?"

"Not bad." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Residents can't be on duty alone either; with our hospital short-staffed, we use them the same way. By the way, do you still need to report to the senior teachers outside?"

"At first we did, but my sister and I are high-level—what's there to say?" Chu Yan zhi said with a smile: "Who says residents can't be on duty? My sister and I are certified, and according to national requirements, we must be able to work independently."

"Let's do anesthesia—just kidding, we still need general anesthesia." Zheng Ren laughed.

"Huh?"

"The patient has severe abdominal pain; local anesthesia would be risky. Though it could be done barely, general anesthesia is better." Zheng Ren laughed.

The patient had been brought in; Chu Yan jie bounced over to give anesthesia. Zheng Ren watched her back, still puzzled—even if they were fraternal twins, the personality gap seemed too large.

"Little Feng, where's the box? Let me check the supplies." Zheng Ren walked into the operating area and asked.

Liu Xiao Jie pushed the cart over, stood aside watching quietly. Feng Xu Hui saw Zheng Ren reaching out, immediately pulled the cart over and opened it.

"Take it easy, don't rush." Zheng Ren crouched and began selecting various supplies.

"Chief Zheng, could you quickly see what's still missing?" Feng Xu Hui said, "I prepared all this myself, but never had the chance to let you glance at it."

Zheng Ren glanced—basic supplies were all there. For the few missing, he could substitute with what he had, so he smiled and said nothing. He picked out what he needed and handed it to the circulating nurse.

"Where's Yiren?" the circulating nurse asked.

"I sent the director home; he should be back soon." Zheng Ren went to scrub his hands.

Afterward, Zheng Ren sat on the back sofa, looking through the lead glass at Chu Yan jie busy at work, pondering recent events.

If the thrombectomy goes smoothly, we won't need catheter-directed thrombolysis; then one trip to Sheng Cheng would let us return to Di Du to continue TIPS surgery. As Doctor Mei Ha'er should be arriving soon, the second-stage procedure shouldn't be too hard—we could just go ahead and do his prostate.

As for the Nobel Prize, Zheng Ren stopped thinking about it. If you can't get the clinical technique, you just can't—no big deal.

As long as I'm happy, everything's fine.