Chapter 1208: with translation of the chapter title

1175 Treatment of an internationally renowned expert (30000 extra chapters ×17 seek monthly votes)

Director Kong was a little worried, his eyes fixed on the screen as he watched.

The guide wire selection was in place; for Zheng Ren, the several big bends posed no difficulty at all.

Now Director Kong had grown accustomed to Zheng Ren's "exceptional" performance, paying it no heed. He focused intently on the black shadow representing the spring ring, following the guide wire as it slowly entered the blood vessel.

No, this black shadow looks different from the spring ring I'm familiar with.

It's very thin, very small.

The finer the consumable, the naturally greater the difficulty of operation, but this certainly wouldn't stump Boss Zheng. Director Kong wondered—what is this thing?

The neurology department's spring ring? It seems even smaller and finer than that.

Besides the small spring ring used in neurology, nobody else uses this kind of thing. Because the finer the consumable, the higher the price. If this is a spring ring, the cost would probably be tens or even hundreds of thousands.

Director Kong wondered, could it be that in his haste coming up, he forgot his reading glasses, causing his vision to fail?

He subconsciously shifted forward a bit.

"Director Kong, what's wrong?" Ye Qingqiu felt something was odd; he didn't understand the surgery either, but out of professional habit, he noticed the slightest disturbance earlier than anyone else.

"No, what model is this spring ring?" Director Kong muttered under his breath.

Before he could figure it out, Zheng Ren had already opened the spring ring and embolized it 3 cm below that cluster of fireworks.

The position was just right; after waiting nearly a minute for another angiogram, the fireworks had become extremely faint.

"We weren't saying..." Director Ye also felt strange; he glanced at Director Kong, saw his bewildered expression, then turned to look at Liu Xiao Jie.

Liu Xiao Jie was trying to squeeze herself into the corner to avoid being conspicuous.

A group of doctors from 912, with a medical department head among them, created a pressure that was enormous for the newly graduated Liu Xiao Jie.

When Ye Qingqiu's gaze locked onto her, Liu Xiao Jie felt the room instantly go dark.

That piercing gaze that could see into one's heart was so sharp she suddenly panicked, at a loss what to do. She lowered her head and stared at her own toes.

"You, which manufacturer's is this?" Ye Qingqiu asked calmly.

"Chang Feng's." Liu Xiao Jie replied dazedly.

"Come here." Ye Qingqiu exuded authority; although he didn't intend to scare the little girl, the subtle aura of authority he projected, bolstered by the many 912 doctors and directors around, was enough to overwhelm Liu Xiao Jie.

At school, Liu Xiao Jie had seen various leaders before, but they weren't wearing isolation gowns, and the setting wasn't a life‑or‑death rescue. She hadn't thought about the difference before, but now seeing it, it's still quite significant.

She walked over in a daze, feeling her body stiffen as if she'd had a stroke.

"Don't you know the rule that non‑hospital doctors and nurses aren't allowed into the operating room?" Director Ye habitually tossed a big hat at her.

That's how things are done, especially when one is in a position of superiority: first find fault, then the other party will feel intimidated.

If he hadn't said anything, it would have been fine, but that single sentence left Liu Xiao Jie completely bewildered.

"Not allowed?" It seems there is such a rule. But it seems no director… Boss Zheng would stand up for me, would he? If something went wrong, what would I do?

Liu Xiao Jie completely forgot to answer Director Ye's question; her mind went blank.

"Is the manager inside? Where did you get the spring ring you're using?" Ye Qingqiu continued to ask.

It sounded casual, but the order of his speech was a good habit built up over many years. What he didn't expect was that he was asking a brand‑new newcomer.

Liu Xiao Jie's gaze was vacant as she stared at her toes, recalling her school days when anyone had ever spoken to her so harshly.

How is it that just entering society, everything has changed?

"I'm asking you a question." Seeing her silent, Ye Qingqiu impatiently repeated himself.

It would have been better if he hadn't spoken, but as soon as those words left his mouth, Liu Xiao Jie's tears began to pour down.

They fell to the ground and shattered.

In the operating room, after confirming the angiogram, Zheng Ren stopped stepping on the line. The airtight lead door opened, and Feng Xu Hui hobbled out carrying the remaining supplies.

Upon coming out, he was surprised to see Liu Xiao Jie with her head down, crying, while Director Ye looked at her dissatisfiedly.

Feng Xu Hui quickly placed the supplies on the rolling case, not having time to tidy up; he first pulled Liu Xiao Jie to the side, shielding her from Director Ye, bending his waist slightly.

Although he wore a sterile mask, he still habitually gave a cautious smile and said, "Director Ye, she's new here—what's going on?"

"Oh, you must be Feng Xu Hui." Director Ye chuckled, his tone less stern than when he spoke to Liu Xiao Jie.

This person is someone close to Boss Zheng, so we ought to be polite.

"It's me, it's me." Feng Xu Hui replied promptly.

"What consumable did you just hit the stage with?"

"Oh, that one? It's a German‑made spring ring. A few days ago I went to Heidelberg; Fugui'er thought it was nice, so she gave me a few to bring back, saying maybe Chief Zheng could use them." Feng Xu Hui said.

Ye Qingqiu glanced at the two large rolling cases and wondered just how many strange consumables they contained.

"How do we charge for something like this?"

"We won't charge, we won't charge—as long as Chief Zheng finds it convenient to use, money is a trivial matter." Feng Xu Hui quickly added, "Besides, this is something Fugui'er asked me to bring for Chief Zheng, so we can't take payment."

Ye Qingqiu felt somewhat sentimental.

Look at how Boss Zheng is getting along…

The consumables vendors follow behind, front and back—what for? Isn't it just to sell consumables, sell goods, to make money? People say they'll turn hostile in an instant, because the only relationship between manufacturers and doctors is one of interest.

But look at Boss Zheng: the vendor's manager lugs two large rolling cases, flying from China to North America, then from North America to Europe, constantly having to replenish supplies.

This isn't purely about money.

Could this be the treatment afforded to an internationally renowned professor? Ye Qingqiu doesn't understand.

Still, whatever he thinks doesn't stop Ye Qingqiu from saying something else with his mouth.

"You've worked hard, Manager Feng." Ye Qingqiu said, "Go rest a bit."

Having said that, he pushed through the crowd and walked into the operating room.

Zheng Ren performed the embolization of the ruptured branch of the internal iliac artery extremely quickly; just now the abdominal cavity had been opened, and the negative‑pressure suction was still drawing blood, making a gurgling sound.

Ye Qingqiu stood behind Director Wei, looking at the situation inside the patient's abdominal cavity. Full of blood, just a small portion had fallen down, for now nothing could be seen.

「Zheng Lao Ban, come up and lend a hand? 」Director Wei had long seen the Shou Bing to embolize the branch of the internal iliac Artery. Shou Bing was fast and steady; this Zheng Lao Ban truly lives up to his reputation. This Shou Bing, the risk is extremely high, so he directly spoke up to invite.