Chapter 1287: with translation of chapter title

Human stem cells... 3D printing... heart transplant...

A few keywords struck like lightning, leaving Director Ouyang charred on the outside but tender inside.

Just an assistant—does he really need such an exaggerated résumé? He stared bewildered at the young man on the podium, full of vigor and performing the dissection, feeling completely puzzled.

The young man's hands are quick, his body especially steady. Just a glance—no need to look closely—you can tell his surgical skill is high. His black hair occasionally flutters across his forehead; handsome, with a touch of elegance and toughness.

These two completely different feelings merge into one, perfectly harmonious.

With the scene meticulously designed by Zhou Chun-yong, Director Ouyang spontaneously felt as if he were watching a concert.

"Director Zhou, this level of surgical skill... let me say something unpleasant, please don't be upset. He's doing interventional work—what a waste." Director Ouyang sighed, his feeling of cherishing talent grew stronger and stronger.

What a waste, his dissection is so good—any top‑tier hospital in the capital could just pick him; why go into interventional! Eat the line, don't you know?

"You really shouldn't say that." Director Zhou smiled slightly and said, "Boss Zheng's surgical skill is even higher."

"Higher?" Director Ouyang was momentarily dazed.

I heard that during the recent earthquake relief, when there weren't enough hands for 912 people, they performed an emergency autologous liver transplant for a hepatic hydatid disease." Zhou Chun-yong said.

As a senior hepatobiliary surgeon, Director Ouyang naturally knows all common and rare diseases like the back of his hand.

Hepatic hydatid disease is a particularly tricky surgery. Even for the more complex cases, he himself isn't sure he could pull it off.

And autologous liver transplant is dubbed the 'human‑divine boundary' of hepatobiliary surgery, the biggest technical barrier.

Being able to perform an autologous liver transplant, especially in the surgery for a complex liver disease like hepatic hydatid disease—this level is truly impressive.

Director Ouyang fell silent; it seemed Zhou Chun-yong had latched onto a big thigh. Although he felt a bit disdainful—he's over fifty—wouldn't a stable retirement be nice? Yet he's going to cling to a young man's thigh?!

Have you no shame?

But this is about Zhou Chun-yong. He isn't sure either—if he had such an opportunity, would he act the same as Zhou Chun-yong?

Maybe,

Seems,

Should,

He would probably do that too.

…… (none)

Su Yun is very happy.

Dissection—he tried it once at home. But that time he was alone… and Black Zi was squatting aside waiting to eat the liver.

It's a pity; Su Yun knows his level is slightly inferior to his boss's. Though not much, he realizes that at this level, a tiny difference could mean a lifetime.

Su Yun knows his own personality very clearly.

Without an audience, or unless it's a critical moment, one cannot bring out their full potential.

But today, on the stage meticulously prepared by Zhou Chun-yong for Zheng Ren, Su Yun enjoyed the attention of a star.

When the lights dimmed, the sole shadowless lamp shone like a spotlight on his face—in that instant, Su Yun exploded.

This is his own stage, belonging only to him.

In the audience sat top‑tier professors from the global interventional discipline, whose rank surpasses even the two times his boss presented at Mayo and Heidelberg.

This is practically a showcase tailor‑made for him.

He wasn't nervous, just a bit regretful—if it weren't for needing to sell this course to buy prosthetics, he could have had a global broadcast at Xinglin Garden.

Right from the start, his condition entered peak performance, even directly surpassing his own limits.

For Su Yun, breaking through limits is just that simple.

The scalpel in his hand carved out blossoms of blade; each bit of dissection was exquisitely precise. The portal vein and hepatic vein emerged bit by bit in the dissection.

Moreover, this isn't just simple dissection; it needs to be cross‑referenced with nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion.

Although it was his first time handling it, Su Yun had no idea how many times he'd mentally simulated it. One glance and he gets it; two glances and he's expert—this basic attribute is incredibly strong.

Haven't done it before? No problem, as long as you've simulated it.

Su Yun knows his capabilities; he has confidence in himself.

Those dozens of professional, scrutinizing gazes gave Su Yun not pressure, but surging motivation.

Unlike others, Su Yun is just that kind of person who goes crazy in front of an audience.

The whole large demonstration room quickly fell silent, except for the translator softly rendering his words for the foreign experts.

And those experts, each fully focused, no one bothered him about what language he was using; nor did anyone raise objections.

Regarding this, Su Yun is quite satisfied, yet also a bit regretful.

His thoughts are like lightning, especially during these show‑off moments. He doesn't even need to think; his bodily instincts set several 'loopholes' in the process of dissection and comparing with nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion.

If someone were to catch these loopholes and raise objections, Su Yun can be certain he would make them lose face.

But this group of experts doesn't know whether they were stunned by his dissection technique or simply too low‑level to notice the little traps he'd set.

Su Yun feels a bit regretful.

These traps couldn't be too rudimentary, after all these people are world‑level experts. Not being able to use scorn and contempt to push the whole atmosphere to its climax is a minor shortcoming.

The left lobe of the liver had been dissected, and the portal vein and the hepatic vein to be punctured were presented before everyone. Since there was no fixing agent, Su Yun deliberately left some connective tissue on it.

The whole liver looked like a hollowed‑out artwork.

It looked far better than the hollowed‑out liver his boss made—that thing basically had no aesthetic sense. Su Yun finally looked at the liver on the operating table and thought.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Even the translator fell silent, because Su Yun had stopped and they had nothing to do.

The scalpel was gently placed in a corner of the operating table; Su Yun looked at the faint silhouettes in the audience, a faint smile curling his lips.

The curve was perfect—too bad there were no cheers.

When being a doctor is truly less rewarding than singing and dancing, the most perfect work can only be appreciated by oneself—that's a huge regret.

Although that was the case, Su Yun was still satisfied.

In this anatomy lesson, he objectively evaluated; his level was hardly different from the Boss's. In certain aspects, such as finesse and artistic value, he even surpassed.

This is his peak work; being able to display it before dozens of experts is their honor.

Su Yun blew a breath, his black hair fluttering in front of his forehead, handsome as hell.

10 seconds passed, the whole venue fell silent.

20 seconds passed, the whole process remained silent.

1 Minute……

3 Minute……

Su Yun looked down, shadows swaying, no one spoke, no one moved, even the sound of breathing was hard to hear.

They are…

Suddenly, one person stood up and began clapping.

The applause at first was lonely, somewhat restrained. But just like a dam breached, as the first person clapping stood up, others seemed to wake from a dream,

stood up,

clapped.

The applause was like a tide,

Perfect!!!