Chapter 1185

1154 Uncle, Sister-in-law (24500 extra chapters ×6 seeking monthly tickets)

Complex procedures are merely paper obstacles in front of efficient staff.

After 35 minutes, all pre-operative instructions, live broadcast authorization consent forms and a series of written documents were signed; Su Yun took the patient to the operating room.

Zheng Renze sat quietly in the Gengyishi, recalling the whole incident.

The matter was quite simple; although it involved some risk, Zheng Ren felt relieved, with no hindrance in his thoughts.

Even if there is risk, Zheng Ren is willing to bear it.

After all, seeing that he could provide treatment, but having to coldly watch due to others' mistakes, Zheng Ren couldn't do such a thing.

Nevertheless, avoidable risks should still be avoided; one shouldn't just let things run their course because one thinks they're doing the so-called 'right' thing, Zheng Ren thought.

He lit a cigarette and entered the System Space. Seeing that the surgical training time was about to run out, Zheng Ren felt some regret.

Why hasn't the Big Pig Trotter issued a mission? If this continues, I can only wait for the Fame Under Heaven mission to finish before having sufficient surgical training time.

Forget it, the Big Pig Trotter isn't cooperating, but life still goes on.

Zheng Ren clicked to purchase surgical training and entered the System Operating Room.

Without any hesitation, he directly began the surgery.

The condition was very complex, but it didn't exceed Zheng Ren's expectations. After performing a training surgery, the completion rate was 98%, and Zheng Ren said he was very satisfied. Although it was an organ deformity, it was merely the intestine having grown into the posterior peritoneum; as long as it was reduced, it would be fine. Compared to some complex organ deformities, this is quite simple.

……

In the operating room, a cheerful Good Luck Come was placed.

The song echoed, and Lao He was intubating.

"I say, Lao He, isn't this too vulgar?" Su Yun expressed helplessness; the boss's taste is really rustic. Yet Lao He actually still remembers it—could today's surgery be completed to the tune of such earthy, trash‑scattering song?

"Yun Ge'er, Zheng Lao Ban said before, play Good Luck Come during surgery for a good omen." Lao He chuckled and said: "I think what Zheng Lao Ban said makes sense."

"What nonsense, the boss just says it offhand. I bet he won't even listen; no matter what song you play, he automatically blocks it." Su Yun scolded.

Outside the airtight lead door of the operating room, a few little nurses tiptoed over, peeking; as someone moved forward, the person at the very bottom stumbled slightly, and there was a burst of laughter.

Su Yun had seen this situation many times; he thought that next time he performed surgery he must wear two layers of masks. One layer of mask really couldn't hide his peerless appearance.

The little nurses chattered at the doorway for a couple of sentences; after nearly a minute, a young, tender little nurse finally walked in.

She wore a sterile cap and mask, but the exposed part was red like a shrimp on a frying pan. She was obviously nervous, her steps almost staggering.

"Uncle, hello, I'm an intern nurse." She came over to Su Yun and said shyly.

Su Yun's hand stiffened for a moment.

In his heart, countless wild horses galloped past, the sound of hooves booming, as if heaven and earth were trembling and collapsing.

Lao He was securing the endotracheal tube; hearing the little intern say that, he almost burst out laughing.

"Uncle..." the little nurse, having noticed nothing wrong, gathered her courage and called out again; before she could even ask Su Yun for his WeChat, that handsome figure, beautiful enough to shatter her psychological defenses, turned around.

"Sister-in-law, what's the matter?" Su Yun asked with a teasing tone, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

The operating room was filled with a strange and awkward atmosphere; Lao He hurried over, waved his hand, and said, "The surgery is about to start, hurry out, out."

The little intern was a bit at a loss, but Su Yun's remark had already backed her into a corner. Already nervous, faced with the term "sister-in-law," she had no idea how to respond.

Watching the interns leave, Lao He patted Su Yun on the shoulder and laughed, "Yun Ge'er, I was just saying—you always get called 'brother,' but sooner or later someone will call you old."

"Who brought this student, opening their mouth to call me 'uncle'?" Su Yun was quite displeased.

"She seems to be only eighteen, over ten years younger—calling me 'uncle' isn't a big deal." Lao He laughed heartily, watching Su Yun's back as he went to scrub up, and took the opportunity to jab at him.

Soon, Director Wei of Gastroenterology, along with several interested team-leading professors and Zheng Ren, walked in together.

They already understood the condition and realized this was a very complex surgery. Zheng Lao Ban appeared calm and full of confidence, though no one knew where that confidence came from, which only heightened their curiosity.

After laying out the sheets, Zheng Ren scrubbed his hands.

Professor Feng didn't bother chatting with Zheng Ren; he gazed with salivating envy at the silver-white surgical case before Xie Yiren, at the various instruments inside, his eyes flashing with an unusual light.

"Zheng Lao Ban, these instruments are really good," Professor Feng said.

"It's usable, just too expensive." Su Yun said while laying out the sheets: "Guess how much a Willow Leaf Blade costs?"

"Just a few bucks, how expensive could it be?"

"233, or rather, US dollars." Su Yun said: "This expense can't be charged to the patient; doing a surgery actually loses money."

Professor Feng and the crowd on the observation platform were so shocked their jaws almost dropped.

One blade costs nearly 2000 RMB—is it made of gold? Even by weight, if it were gold, it shouldn't be that expensive.

Su Yun was pleased with everyone's reaction; seeing Hu Yan Hui fitting Zheng Ren with live-streaming glasses, he said, "Little Hu, tell your boss Peng that the surgical blade costs need to be reimbursed."

"Sure." Hu Yan Hui's face glowed with a bright sheen, looking rather off.

Su Yun felt that after seeing Hu Yan Hui today, her expression was a bit strange; he wanted to gossip, but since they were doing a live-streamed surgery with over 912 big shots watching, it wasn't convenient.

"Little Hu, let's have dinner together this evening." Su Yun said offhand.

"Um..." After Hu Yan Hui finished debugging the live-stream equipment for Zheng Ren, hearing Su Yun say that, she froze for a moment.

"What, not convenient?" Su Yun already had a hunch; Hu Yan Hui's expression meant something, and he had basically guessed the truth.

What else could it be? She's in love.

Moreover, Su Yun was even more curious: what kind of boyfriend would Hu Yan Hui, touted as the luckiest employee at Xinglin Yuan, end up with?

"Stop hemming and hawing, let's have dinner together this evening. We haven't gotten together since I came back from abroad. As for boyfriends and such, we'll talk another day." Su Yun stepped into the assistant's position and settled the matter.

Hu Yan Hui had no choice; she nodded, walked to the control room of the Hybrid Operating Room, and began preparing the live broadcast.

After adjusting the equipment, everything was ready; Hu Yan Hui gave a hand signal. Through the lead glass, Su Yun saw it, reached out, and slapped the hemostatic clamp holding iodine-soaked gauze into his hand.

The surgery began.