Chapter 1285: with translation of chapter title

The chief of the Gan Dan Wai Ke department in Di Du Hospital, surnamed Ouyang, is the vice chairman of the National Gan Dan Wai Ke Association.

The chairman is that elderly person over eighty years old. No one dares to covet that position; thinking about it is a great disrespect. As long as the elder is still alive, the vice chairman is already the highest position.

After hearing what the Inpatient Chief said, Director Ouyang felt doubtful. What is Zhou Chun Yong up to? Instead of properly playing with guidewires and catheters in interventional medicine, he wants to play with dissection.

Is he thinking of switching careers to become his own student?

Strange.

However, he didn't say anything in front of the Inpatient Chief; instead, he came together to the large demonstration classroom.

The demonstration classroom was dim; on the podium, a young man like a fresh-faced entertainment star was performing dissection.

Under the guidance of the Inpatient Chief, Director Ouyang sat beside Zhou Chun Yong, feeling disdainful.

"Director Zhou, are you doing side jobs and ending up in the entertainment circle?" Director Ouyang asked with a smile: "That person, which agency's star is he? Inviting him must have cost a lot."

"Director Ouyang, don't talk nonsense, that person is Boss Zheng's assistant; today's teaching surgery is being done by him." Zhou Chun Yong gave a simple explanation, but his eyes never left the big screen.

His eyes were a bit sore from staring, but his heart was excited; he had long forgotten all bodily discomfort.

"Huh? Boss Zheng? Is he the Nobel Prize nominee from the 912 that's been talked about lately?" Director Ouyang, who had heard of him before, asked in surprise.

If Boss Zheng himself came, he might take it very seriously. Just the title of Nobel Prize Nominee alone is enough to break everyone's back.

But Boss Zheng's assistant……

Tsk, do young people nowadays have such big egos? Sending only an assistant—what is this?

"Director Ouyang, first don't speak, also don't look at the podium, look at the projection, the projection." Feeling that Director Ouyang was about to speak, Zhou Chun Yong hurriedly stopped him.

He was somewhat annoyed; had Director Ouyang not brought his glasses? In Zhou Chun Yong's imagination, after entering he should have been fully focused on watching the demonstration, not spouting nonsense.

Director Ouyang stared for a moment, looking at the small "operating table" and shadowless lamp on the podium, feeling contempt. Zhou Chun Yong is really regressing; this is clearly brown-nosing—does he even know how to write the words "integrity" and "shame"?

But when his gaze fell on the projection, the blood in the vessels seemed to freeze.

This is a partial dissection of the liver; the portal vein has already been separated. The young man on the table, resembling a boy band's center, holds a sharp scalpel, continuously flourishing blade flashes, magnificently splendid.

Just as splendid as the blade flashes is his dissection technique.

This dissection is actually better than mine, much better.

Director Ouyang instantly made that judgment.

It's hard to believe; at such a young age, his technique is so proficient. Director Ouyang was greatly surprised, thinking it's also possible that animal livers are easier to obtain, and this young man might be a dissection beast trained by Boss Zheng.

But how old is Boss Zheng? To have trained a dissection beast? That idea is somewhat unrealistic.

Generally, surgical beasts are used when the lead surgeon is older, with shaky hands, to have young graduates perform parts requiring extreme precision.

For example, in finger replantation surgery, domestically some use surgical beasts to anastomose vessels and nerves.

Boss Zheng seems under thirty; at that age, he shouldn't be training someone specialized in dissection.

Moreover, the new TIPS surgery technique has only just appeared before the world; yet the young man's technique on the table couldn't be achieved without ten years of hard study.

"Director Ouyang, the dissection of the hepatic vein near the hepatic portal should be that upper one, right?" Zhou Chun Yong suddenly asked a question.

Director Ouyang looked bewildered.

Zhou Chun Yong's question was about TIPS Surgery; Director Ouyang had no idea about it at all.

In his eyes, there was only that fluttering willow-leaf blade.

"Director Zhou, how old is this young man? Is he thirty yet?" Director Ouyang asked.

"Not yet, he seems to be twenty-eight or nine this year." Zhou Chun Yong stared for a moment, then realized why Director Ouyang had answered off-topic.

He had been mistaken. A person proficient in both TIPS Surgery and dissection, as well as surgical operations, is rare even in all of China.

Before interventional medicine rose, there were people from General Surgery or Gan Dan Wai Ke who collaborated with Radiology to perform TIPS Surgery.

But that's all old history.

Nowadays, even moderately formal hospitals equip Intervention Department doctors; for General Surgery to want to get involved in this business is very difficult.

Moreover, interventional surgery consumes guidewires, causing great harm to the operator's body, and no one wants to do it.

It seems my question would need an opportunity for Doctor Su to answer it; asking Director Ouyang would yield no result.

Director Ouyang said: "Director Zhou, is this person Boss Zheng's assistant?"

"Hmm." Zhou Chun Yong was somewhat annoyed.

I shouldn't have sought Director Ouyang; he can't solve any problem, just talks to himself and disturbs my train of thought.

"Can Boss Zheng not take on graduate students yet?" Director Ouyang said: "Director Zhou, this kid's level is truly not bad; help me introduce him—I have a master's‑to‑PhD continuum slot this year."

Zhou Chun Yong suddenly felt the situation was especially absurd.

Director Ouyang actually said he wanted to take Su Yun as his graduate student? That's really laughable.

He ignored it, seriously watching the dissection. At this point, the portal vein and hepatic vein had basically been dissected clearly.

Combined with nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion, Zhou Chun Yong felt his ability to read images seemed to have loosened a bit.

After loosening, repeated summarizing and practice, improvement in professional level is to be expected. Zhou Chun Yong felt extremely delighted, almost bursting into laughter.

Such happiness and pleasure are hard for those in the medical field to understand. Or every industry has its own points of joy; it's just that others find it hard to grasp.

"Director Zhou?" Seeing Zhou Chun Yong silent for a long time, Director Ouyang became somewhat displeased. As for his master's‑to‑PhD continuum slot, if it went through personal connections, given sufficient scores, at least… well, who greets whom or what benefits are given doesn't matter.

Valuing talent, why won't this Zhou Chun Yong speak?

"Director Ouyang, stop thinking about it; it's impossible." Zhou Chun Yong said softly.

"Why?!" Director Ouyang widened his eyes, looking at Zhou Chun Yong's profile, and asked.

"The person on the table was, a few years ago, a master's student in the Huaxing system, hailed as tomorrow's star of Di Du's cardiothoracic surgery. Go ask a cardiothoracic department about Su Yun—no one would not know."

"..."

"They used autologous stem cells to 3D‑print and transplant a heart; the animal experiments have passed, and due to some matters they ended up in Boss Zheng's medical team. A master's‑to‑PhD continuum is simply out of the question." Zhou Chun Yong said calmly.