Chapter 1283: 1245 Even the assistants have to be this luxurious?

1245 Even the assistants have to be this luxurious?

In the large conference room of Di Du's Hepatobiliary Department, Su Yun stood on the podium.

The lights dimmed, and the shadowless lamp shone like a spotlight, making his figure so prominent. It was as if he were a lone dancer, enjoying everyone's attention.

Zhou Chun Yong was not bad; Su Yun smiled slightly, thinking to himself.

He wasn't stage‑frightened; the setting that would make Yun Ge'er nervous hasn't appeared yet. It's just a few dozen so‑called foreign experts—what's there to be afraid of?

Su Yun spoke in Chinese: "Now the dissection begins; please open your eyes wide and try not to blink. The people from Xinglin Yuan recording the video haven't finished discussing with Peng Jia; the video recording rights are mine, so don't release it without permission."

Saying this, he cut with the $233 willow‑leaf blade.

The motion was light and gentle.

The willow‑leaf blade was thin; it traced an arc in mid‑air, beautiful yet hiding a hint of sharpness.

"Damn Rudolf, he said the Nobel Prize nominee would personally give the lecture."

"He's a piece of rotting meat crawling with maggots, reeking of decay! This fraud—I'll ruin his reputation!"

"I already said it was impossible; any surgery live broadcast is probably just a recording."

Below the stage, the foreign experts were chattering noisily.

Zhou Chun Yong furrowed his brow, sitting in the slightly right‑of‑center seat near the door in the first row, feeling a bit uneasy.

But then he smiled; who knows what those foreign experts were saying.

Even if something happened, it wouldn't involve him; it was just a problem between Boss Zheng and this show‑off Doctor Su.

He crossed his legs and watched the projection intently.

This seat was carefully chosen, though not the best spot in front of the podium. However, the projection was close enough that every movement was clearly visible.

As the host, he could still secure this convenience for himself.

The 'good' seats before the podium were fine for watching Su Yun's personal performance, but if one wanted to see every detail of the dissection, they were insufficient.

It's a pity that today Zheng Lao Ban isn't personally performing the dissection.

Zhou Chun Yong thought to himself, eyes fixed on the projection; a few seconds later his heart sank.

Although he wasn't a surgeon, he worked in interventional specialty and knew liver anatomy down to the bone.

He had studied surgery for half a year; his level was hard to gauge, but his basic eyesight was still there.

The dissection on stage was…

How impressive!

In just a few seconds, the fresh liver tissue beside the portal vein was peeled away bit by bit, while Su Yun began to explain with reference to the nuclear magnetic resonance images.

What does the nuclear magnetic resonance image at this location look like, and how is it manifested in the actual dissection?

Zhou Chun Yong had pondered for a long time, thinking his understanding of TIPS surgery was basically thorough. But after hearing Su Yun's explanation, he sheepishly realized his so‑called understanding was only the most basic, barely qualifying as introductory.

Some areas that had been vague became clear after he glanced at the dissection structure and the NMR images, giving Zhou Chun Yong a new understanding.

So that's how it is!

No wonder Zheng Lao Ban's surgeries never fail; his mastery of anatomy is such that what others see as a difficult puncture placement poses no problem for him.

Most importantly… the one performing the dissection and explanation on the podium was merely his assistant.

MD! Zhou Chun Yong muttered to himself in a daze.

Even the assistant is this awesome, Boss Zheng—do you really need such a lavish lineup?

The noisy chatter of the foreign experts below gradually quieted, and the audience became immersed in Su Yun's dissection alongside the NMR images, unable to pull themselves away.

In the whole conference hall, aside from Su Yun's soft‑spoken voice, it was almost silent enough to hear a pin drop.

All that remained was the arduous translation work.

They lowered their voices, whispering Su Yun's words into the foreign experts' ears. These were specialized terms, making the translation extremely difficult for the interpreters.

This is a mysterious world, one that none of those present had ever encountered before.

The combination of dissection and NMR images, explained in plain language, had the audience listening, entranced.

The earlier dissatisfaction had vanished; no one would think of going to Professor Rudolf Wagner to settle the score.

"Go check the surgery department and see which director is on duty, have him come over." Zhou Chun Yong quietly instructed the inpatient chief beside him.

The dissection was done beautifully; for some fine details, Zhou Chun Yong's skill was insufficient.

He urgently needed an explanation.

The inpatient chief gazed longingly at the dissection on the screen, sorrow welling up inside. "Boss, you want to watch—I want to watch too."

At this moment, going to find the surgery director—who knows how long it would take.

But Zhou Chun Yong's temper is never good; he wouldn't dare delay even a second, so he replied immediately. Then he stood up, eyes reluctant to leave the screen, and walked out.

"Thump~" The inpatient chief inevitably bumped his head against the doorframe.

The loud sound startled Zhou Chun Yong.

The inpatient chief, no longer daring to delay, rubbed his head while running out, his mind still full of the relationship between the dissection structure and the images.

This dissection is truly excellent! The inpatient chief thought while running.

Hopefully this won't be a one‑off dissection demonstration; next time I'll take leave so the director can't find me, then sneak in when the demo starts, hide in a corner and watch closely, not missing a minute or a second.

Although he only watched for one minute, the inpatient chief felt his understanding of liver NMR images had gained a fresh improvement.

Surgery, surgery, the big shots definitely need to be there……

He almost teared up.

What a great opportunity, yet I'm stuck outside unable to listen—damn it.

He ran through the hospital at emergency‑rescue speed, drawing countless gazes.

In the large demonstration room, a foreign expert suddenly stood up and walked to the podium.

In the darkness, he resembled a fan rushing to snap a photo with his idol, even throwing caution to the wind to jump on stage for a hug and a kiss.

His translation hurriedly caught up.

Although the person on stage could speak English, and quite fluently—at least at the level of a professional English Level 8—but who knows what might happen.

The foreign expert said a lot, waving their hands, wanting to express their emotions.

"Doctor, Greeting, Dr. Luo Di said, please give the lecture in English. This is the worldwide rule, will——" the translator had only said half when Su Yun interrupted.

Su Yun blew a breath, the black hair in front of their forehead fluttering. The Shadowless Lamp's light shone down, leaving a few strands of shadow.

"Tell him, if you don't want to listen, get lost quickly." Su Yun smiled, rarely speaking so gently.