Chapter 1165: with translation of chapter title

1135, it turns out, is not that monstrous either.

Soon, the Shou Bing ended.

Over ten small blood clots were smoothly removed; a repeat angiography showed no residual clot in the patient's mesenteric vein, blood reflux was smooth, and the Shou Bing ended.

The whole Shou Bing was done cleanly and efficiently, as if this kind of Shou Bing should naturally be this simple.

The difficulty was understood only by the doctors who watched the Shou Bing recording in the 912 Blood Vessel Department demonstration room; moreover, the higher the level, the greater the difficulty one could appreciate.

Mao Chi watched silently; even though the Shou Bing recording had ended, he kept looking at the final angiography image, remaining silent for a long time.

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Zheng Ren did not go to see off the patient; Wang Zong, accompanied by nurses, escorted the patient all the way to the ICU. The patient's family kept asking, but Wang Zong did not know how to answer.

The patient's vital signs were stable, seeming fine; Wang Zong wanted to call Zheng Ren to let him explain the surgery to the family.

Zheng Lao Ban? Forget it, better to ask that guy Su Tianci. Director Mao probably finished watching the Shou Bing recording; he should be able to take a call now.

After hesitating, Wang Zong did not choose to call but instead sent a WeChat message to Su Zong, asking how the Shou Bing went.

In just a moment, the call came through.

The voice on the other end had some echo, probably in the hallway.

"Wang Zong, is Zheng Lao Ban doing any other Shou Bing in Hai Cheng?" Su Zong asked.

"Um… tomorrow morning it seems they will do an interventional embolization for liver cancer." Wang Zong said: "Then they will go to the Provincial Hospital. The two professors at the Provincial Hospital, having heard that Zheng Lao Ban has returned, came this morning and insisted on taking him."

"Um."

"Tianci, did Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing go well?" Wang Zong asked: "Well, could you tell me about the Shou Bing process so I can explain the condition to the patient's family?"

"Well? How dare you say that!" The voice on the other end rose a few degrees: "The Shou Bing was… let's put it this way, I feel…"

Speaking, the voice on the other end lowered considerably, as if covering the microphone with a hand.

"Director Mao's Shou Bing, how was it?"

"Of course it's good." Wang Zong blinked; Director Mao's Shou Bing is definitely top-notch nationwide. Even saying it's among the few in the vascular surgery field is not an exaggeration.

"I feel Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing is a level above Director Mao's."

「…」

"This is the best Shou Bing I've ever seen; now it's great, you've ruined me." Su Tianci complained: "I can't go back, Director Mao is still organizing study."

After talking a while, Wang Zong completely forgot why he had called Su Zong. Only after hanging up did he remember he wanted to ask about the Shou Bing process.

Forget it, better to ask Zheng Lao Ban. His Shou Bing is good; I already bowed when I encountered the small P-J Syndrome patient in 912. What's wrong with bowing a couple more times?

Leaving the ICU, the patient's family gathered around.

The person who gave Wang Zong a red envelope, looking uneasy, asked: "Wang Zong, just now a doctor said the Shou Bing was very successful, no incision, but all the clots inside were taken out."

Oh, it turns out Zheng Lao Ban has already explained everything; how reassuring, Wang Zong thought.

"He even showed us the clot, Wang Zong—is that real?" the family asked.

"Surely." Wang Zong said: "The Shou Bing went especially smoothly; I've told you, Zheng Lao Ban's level is quite high, otherwise he wouldn't have been directly transferred to 912."

"Your Shou Bing is truly not bad; I saw the clot, dark and gloomy, looking like a worm." The family, single‑minded, as if they hadn't heard Wang Zong, kept praising his Shou Bing.

Wang Zong also felt helpless; many people are like that, they never really listen to what he says. Whatever they have in mind is what they think; no amount of communication helps.

"Here, keep this." Wang Liang took a deposit ticket from the pocket of his isolation gown and handed it to the family: "Hold onto this. You say you're giving me a red envelope for a Shou Bing I didn't even do—isn't that a joke?"

"…" The family fell silent, eyes wide.

"Hurry up." Wang Zong shoved the deposit ticket into the family's hand, saying: "Without the deposit ticket you can't be discharged. Later go thank Zheng Lao Ban—he rushed back from Di Du, was just eating, got called in to do the Shou Bing, not easy."

"Di Du?"

"Didn't I tell you? Don't look at Zheng Lao Ban's youth—he's already a visiting professor at the world's top hospital. None of the hospitals in Di Du rank in the top ten, so you should get it."

Having said that, even Wang Liang himself was taken aback.

MD, under thirty, serving as a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic—is this a myth? In history such people aren't nonexistent; anyway, you can't count them on one hand.

But which of them isn't renowned, able to alter the course of human history?

Newton and such are far off; Qian Xuesen, Old Qian, became a lifetime professor at Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) at age 35. Uh… thinking of this, Wang Liang let out a breath. It turns out Zheng Lao Ban isn't that monstrous either—Old Qian surpasses him…

At that thought, Wang Liang burst into tears.

In his heart, had Zheng Lao Ban already reached the same level as Old Qian? What was he thinking?

However, there's no need to say these things to the patient's family—they wouldn't understand. Wang Liang told them about the patient's condition and his prognosis, reassuring them, then hurried back to the Operating Room to change clothes.

I don't know if Zheng Lao Ban has left; if he hasn't, go find him to ask about the Shou Bing and diagnosis.

Wang Liang is actually more interested in diagnosis, but he also knows that Zheng Lao Ban reads images well; even if he started learning imaging from scratch, he probably wouldn't reach Zheng Lao Ban's level in ten or eight years.

Of course, this is just his own estimate.

If he really switched to studying imaging, in ten or eight years he'd find he still couldn't see a shadow.

However, Wang Liang's Inner Mind always has a thought: chase after Zheng Lao Ban. Whether he can catch up or not, having a goal is good.

But he also knows that the distance to Zheng Lao Ban seems to be growing, and the gap hasn't narrowed despite his efforts.

Returning to the Jizhenbingfang, Wang Zong saw Zheng Ren chatting on his phone.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you also chat?"

"Um, you don't use WeChat? Instant messaging tools are quite handy. Now buying things and paying by scanning codes is also very convenient. Wang Zong, you can't be eliminated by the times." Zheng Ren said.

The two seemed to be talking about two different things; Wang Zong was speechless, silent, not knowing what to say.