Chapter 1181: with translation of chapter title

1150 Surgery isn't urgent, I'll think it over a bit.

Su Yun had no intention of helping Zheng Ren, letting him mess around wildly there, and after washing up went to sleep.

Zheng Ren spent over an hour fussing before finally planting the soil and seeds, then watered them and went to wash up. Since he wasn't a professional, Zheng Ren looked at the bare flowerpot and felt a little nervous, unsure whether he could grow beautiful roses as he imagined.

That night, he slept deeply and sweetly.

The next morning, after breakfast he went to the hospital, and at the ward entrance Zheng Ren saw Lin JiaoJiao waiting for him.

"Zheng Lao Ban?" Lin JiaoJiao exclaimed in surprise.

"Sister Lin, what's up?" Zheng Ren asked.

"The research matter has some leads." Lin JiaoJiao laughed: "I called up a few old contacts; actually it's mainly thanks to your Nobel Prize Nominee title that we quickly secured a national-level research project."

"Is it just some leads, or have you already got it?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Pretty much the same." Lin JiaoJiao felt Zheng Lao Ban was off; previously such matters were always dumped on Su Yun to handle, but today he noticed a small loophole in his own wording.

She said with a smile: "The research project is easy to get approved, but getting the money is hard. Anyway, we weren't planning to rely on that pitiful research funding."

Zheng Ren nodded.

"You're back; is the patient coming in for hospitalization today?" Lin JiaoJiao asked.

"Hmm..." Zheng Ren hesitated, and Lin JiaoJiao's heart skipped a beat.

This project is one Lin JiaoJiao has had her eye on for a while. If she could hitch a ride on Zheng Ren's gravy train, smooth sailing is guaranteed.

That's a blue ocean; by the time others start competing, we'll already have raked in profits hand over fist.

But if Zheng Lao Ban refuses to agree, just getting the project approved would be nearly impossible. Review, queuing—all of that requires leveraging Zheng Lao Ban's Nobel Prize Nominee title.

"Zheng Lao Ban, don't scare me—if there's any difficulty, just tell me." Lin JiaoJiao said.

"It's not that the surgery is difficult, but rather that Dr. Mei Ha'er from Sweden is coming tomorrow to see the patient and perform the second-stage heart stent procedure." Zheng Ren said: "I might not have time lately."

Lin JiaoJiao let out a breath and giggled: "You almost gave me a heart attack, Zheng Lao Ban—don't talk like that. I'm already over forty, and my heart isn't in great shape."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren glanced over; Lin JiaoJiao's System Panel background was green, full of vitality.

"Nothing much, probably just joking," Zheng Ren thought.

"Then I'll let Chang Yue know—admit the patient first. Pre-op checks, and you can do the surgery whenever you're free; no rush." Lin JiaoJiao said.

"And the research?"

"Director Kong is handling it, and Yun Ge'er said he won't take care of this." Lin JiaoJiao said: "Doctor Shen will manage it—what do you think?"

"Just wait a moment, patient—it's only a weight-loss procedure, no big deal. I've thought this through, and it's a first-stage clinical surgery, so we might see many complications. Don't rush, Sister Lin." After saying that, Zheng Ren greeted someone and headed into the ward.

"Zheng Lao Ban, wait a moment." Lin JiaoJiao hurriedly called out to Zheng Ren—the main point of this conversation hasn't been said yet, so why is Zheng Lao Ban rushing off?

"What else is there?" Zheng Ren wondered strangely.

"Money, Zheng Lao Ban." Lin JiaoJiao produced a document, showed it to Zheng Ren, and knowing he was short on time, she explained directly: "We discussed this with Yun Ge'er—take a look. There are two models, one is…"

"Sister Lin, you can discuss this with Su Yun—he has the final say." Zheng Ren knew Su Yun was much better at this than he was; the System Panel's Big Pig Trotter doesn't have an actuary subsystem, and he figured he couldn't out-calculate someone like Lin JiaoJiao, a seasoned business operator.

Lin JiaoJiao felt helpless, watching Zheng Ren walk into the ward and smiling wryly at his back.

If there's any chance, she'd rather not deal with Su Yun at all. Although he's easy on the eyes, that guy is meticulous down to the last detail. When it comes to reckoning, even her painstaking efforts feel especially taxing.

I really don't know what Su Yun grew up eating to be able to do mental math so fast and handle things flawlessly, blocking every loophole she thought of exploiting.

It's also rare that Zheng Lao Ban trusts Su Yun so much—this guy really is…

Lin JiaoJiao gave a wry smile and turned to leave.

……

Zheng Ren attended the morning handover, examined the patient, then went to General Surgery with Su Yun. Su Yun wasn't particularly interested in this surgery, but he placed great importance on this patient.

After all, Director Miao's incident isn't resolved yet; if Zheng Lao Ban stirs up more trouble on this side, the consequences would be unthinkable.

By then, not to mention anything else, the medical teams of 912 and even Di Du would likely suffer low morale for a considerable period.

Luo sai hu zi seemed to be in a dream, sitting on the little white stool by the bed, watching visitors come and go.

That "master" from yesterday turned out to be a doctor at the 912 Hospital, and apparently holds a fairly high position. Upon arriving here, a professor in his forties directly admitted his beloved.

Although he couldn't come up with the required 50,000 yuan deposit, and despite making phone calls all night he still couldn't gather the sum, he had at least seen hope.

This is also why selling blood isn't allowed now—if it were, even draining all one's blood wouldn't cover the hospitalization deposit. Luo sai hu zi felt worried, looking at the feverish woman, he licked his chapped lips and pondered where to get money.

A line of doctors walked in, led by an old department head with completely white hair, followed by a team-leading professor.

The department head merely asked other groups' patients briefly about their medical history, rarely intervening in diagnosis or treatment.

Approaching, the professor from last night introduced: "This is a patient Zheng Lao Ban admitted after calling last night. There's organ malformation; looking at the films, the intestinal tract's posture in the retroperitoneum is abnormal."

"Zheng Lao Ban?" Director Wei asked.

"Well, I wouldn't want to admit him either," Professor Feng laughed: "Zheng Lao Ban said he'll have the patient undergo a 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction today; although the intestinal area isn't very clear, we need to determine whether other organs have malformations."

"When will the surgery be done?"

"We plan to do the reconstruction today and then perform the surgery."

"That urgent?"

"The patient had an appendectomy at a local hospital a month ago, and now has developed severe peritonitis."

"Let me know when you go up for surgery, right? Is Zheng Lao Ban going up?" Director Wei asked.

"Yes."

"Then please give me a heads-up—I'll watch from the opening of the abdomen." Director Wei said: "The other day when he went up, Zheng Lao Ban had already finished removing the liver and spleen, which is truly a pity. Today's surgery isn't easy, so I'll go take a look."

After saying a few words, none of them were directed at Luo sai hu zi; upon finishing, he moved on to the next patient. Luo sai hu zi felt a bit dazed, wondering who Zheng Lao Ban was—could he be that "master" from last night?

He sounds like a really capable person, but he's so young—could that be possible? Maybe I just misunderstood.