Chapter 1175: with translation of title line (which is line [1] actually? The title is

1144 Another mode of opening the map (22000 extra chapter, ask for monthly ticket)

One hour later.

Su Yun stood in the kitchen, chatting happily with a few girls via voice chat in the group while dissecting a fresh liver.

Although he was multitasking, his dissection technique remained very meticulous.

Knowing Zheng Ren had returned to Hai Cheng and was still busy with surgery, although unsure what he and Director Pan had talked about, he felt relieved.

Coward, still wanting to leave clinical work? Seeing rescues, hearing the gurney wheels, smelling the blood, his eyes would light up—who is he fooling?

Su Yun gave a disdainful smile, feeling reassured.

Suddenly, the phone chimed, an email notification.

His heart stirred; only foreign colleagues liked using email. Su Yun smiled slightly, put down the scalpel, washed his hands, dried them, picked up the phone and curled up in the chair, thinking the time was about right.

From a dissection standpoint, Su Yun's skill was already enough to astonish others, yet he could not reach Zheng Ren's level.

Perhaps to others it seemed about the same, but Su Yun knew that even that slight gap might take a lifetime to close.

He's just not practiced enough, Su Yun thought. From now on he can't be lazy; even if it's embarrassing, he must practice more. Interventional surgery can be skipped, but general surgery is best done on stage.

His left sterile glove had come off at some point, and he was just touching the liver, bloody and messy.

Having realized the gap, doing more would be pointless; he needed to fully summarize and then improve.

Besides, the remaining half-lobe of liver still had to be fed to Erhei, right?

He put down the scalpel, tidied up, put the remaining liver in a pot, and tossed the cut liver into the trash. Only then did he wash his hands, pick up his phone, open the email, and see it was roughly as expected: an email from Dr. Mehari's private assistant arranging the doctor's visit to China and the timing of the second-stage surgery.

Look at others—they routinely book appointments.

But has Zheng Ren really become an internationally renowned professor? Dr. Mehari actually followed protocol, first booking the appointment time.

Su Yun picked up his phone, called Zheng Ren to confirm his return time, then replied to Dr. Mehari's assistant.

He casually opened the document on TIPS surgery case numbers and patient conditions, seeing rows of postoperative patients, and Su Yun felt a bit dazed. In just one month, something that seemed utterly impossible had already been set in motion.

The boss is truly impressive; perhaps only someone like him, focused and undistracted, could advance so boldly.

Even with only six beds at 912, patients basically had nowhere to go.

Now the community hospital side has begun renovation, and efficiency became lightning fast after Lin JiaoJiao joined.

After all, private capital is needed, eager to make money; with profit comes motivation.

From Hai Cheng to Di Du, they swiftly got through the toughest early period.

Now the treatment team has gradually gotten onto the fast track; Su Yun can't see how things will develop later, and he doesn't bother to ponder it.

Still, as a top performer in interventional medicine, their boss surely qualifies—unmatched in skill, publications, and innovation.

To dominate a medical branch before thirty is truly impressive.

Su Yun closed the email, picked up a cigarette from the desk, just put it to his lips, and the phone rang.

Being a secretary is really tough; Su Yun picked up the phone, which displayed Liu Xu zhi's name.

"Hey."

"Yun Ge'er, what are you busy with?"

"The boss isn't home; I'm at the café surfing the net and playing games."

"..." The other end stayed silent for a few seconds; Liu Xu zhi wasn't used to Su Yun's habit of brazenly spouting nonsense with eyes wide open.

"Talk business."

"Yun Ge'er, we have relatively few patients needing surgery on our end; what about Boss Zheng..." Liu Xu zhi said timidly, especially after seeing the two-day, thirty-case teaching surgery livestream at Heidelberg University Medical Center, he felt the patients he could find were pitifully few.

Thus, the more he spoke, the guiltier he felt, thinking that making Boss Zheng travel all this way for just a few melons and dates would likely earn a refusal.

Why does the professor run flying knives? Isn't it just for consultation fees, or bluntly, flying-knife money? If it were to heal and save lives, he could do that in Di Du just as well—since he can't save everyone anyway, why go all the way to Inner Mongolia?

Thus the number of surgeries is important; after all, each patient brings a fee, and for the professor, more is naturally better, the more the merrier.

"How many?" Su Yun heard Liu Xu zhi's difficulty, curled the corner of his mouth into a nice arc, and asked.

"Two. And their families aren't especially wealthy, Yun..."

"Old Liu, you're really not conscientious enough." Su Yun lit his cigarette and chuckled.

Liu Xu zhi, in his office 982.8 kilometers away in the Middle Banner of the Right Wing of Horqin in Inner Mongolia, felt utterly ashamed.

Two patients, not much money—this would make Boss Zheng run for nothing. Everyone's an adult; saving lives is work. That might be how it is at 912, but once you go out to fly knives, it's not.

"Old Liu, it's not just me saying this—you've been to Di Du and to 912; haven't you noticed the way things work here?" Su Yun's lazy voice came through the phone, and Liu Xu zhi blinked.

"What way?" Liu Xu zhi asked, startled.

"Surgery livestream—agree to livestream, have the people from Xinglin Yuan sign the documents, then they pay for the patients' treatment." Su Yun said, "What is money, that you need to worry about it?"

"What if the patient doesn't agree?" Liu Xu zhi asked.

"Come on, are your patients that badass over there?" Su Yun, whose tone wasn't pleasant to begin with, and with Liu Xu zhi's slow retort, shot back, "No money, yet you want the world's top doctor to do the surgery, and you won't even agree to livestream—Old Liu, why don't you just fly up to heaven?"

"..."

Liu Xu zhi was dressed down in one go and lost his words.

What Yun Ge'er said was crude but sound.

A normal surgery livestream has someone filming from the moment one enters the operating room, full coverage—truly no privacy left.

But Boss Zheng's livestream starts only when the surgery begins; the patient himself doesn't even know what his internal anatomy looks like, and other privacy isn't involved at all.

If such a demand isn't met, I'd have no face to ask Boss Zheng to do the surgery. As for the patient, let him go wherever he wants—it's nothing to do with me.

"Okay, Yun Ge'er, I'll get in touch now. Two patients—will Boss Zheng be willing to come?" Liu Xu zhi asked nervously.

"You don't know the boss's character? Even one patient, he'd be willing to go—rest assured. But..." As he spoke, Su Yun drew out his words, making Liu Xu zhi's heart jump to his throat.

"You said desert tour and such—make sure to contact properly, otherwise if the boss goes I definitely won't." Su Yun then chuckled, "Money—you don't need to pay, you couldn't afford it anyway."

"Don't meddle." Liu Xu zhi hurriedly said, "Yun Ge'er, I'm somewhat a local bigwig—don't fight me over this money."

"Don't talk nonsense; rather than you spending money pinching pennies unhappily, it's better to find a big spender. Don't worry about it—just handle the contact." Su Yun said, "Nothing else—I'm hanging up. You confirm the patient's agreement, leave a WeChat message, and I'll get the Xinglin Yuan people to sign the agreement."

"Okay." Liu Xu zhi agreed readily.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Inner Mongolia ah, seems a bit far. Su Yun opened a world map in the folder, zoomed in, zoomed in, zoomed in again, and the positions marked with red dots instantly disappeared; Inner Mongolia's Horqin Right Middle Banner appeared in view.

Su Yun thought for a moment, then marked a white symbol.

He had an interest, but nothing was final yet—just this sort of thing. Although far, that area is a blank.

Any blank area is meaningful, whether for TIPS Surgery, for Xinglin Yuan, or for Longwind Micro-creation. Even for that ethereal spirit of saving lives and healing wounds, it is meaningful.

Within this blank area, there might not even be a doctor who can perform TIPS Surgery. After going once, at the very least Liu Xu zhi would be about ready to take the stage. As for the second-phase surgery, Fugui'er seems to be returning soon. Thinking that, Su Yun took a puff of a cigarette and gave a hehe laugh.

The professor's physique—if he didn't work like an ox or horse, it's a shame.

"Inner Mongolia, I'm really looking forward to it." Su Yun murmured, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile that could make girls swoon.

Who else? Su Yun stared at the map in a daze. In just a month's time, domestically—not mentioning abroad—Di Du, Modu, Pengcheng, and the northern Sheng Cheng all have red flags planted there.

The significance of lighting up the areas around Di Du is not great; Di Du has a huge siphon effect, and if a community hospital opened, 912 households could be supported.

Still, the boss's Shou Bing is fast, Su Yun thought.

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