Chapter 1288

1250 The Ability to Stand on the Platform, Peerless

One hour passed.

The Shou Bing was a bit dull, but no one minded.

The entire Shou Bing consisted of connective tissue that grew after stimulation between the separation and loosening of the intestinal tract. Exquisite and meticulous, neither fast nor slow, handled with ease.

The few people on the operating table and Quan Xiaocao behind Zheng Ren watched with great interest.

Every move of Zheng Ren was simple and direct, not flashy; Director Wei knew this represented an extremely high, even the highest level of Gastroenterology Surgery.

If speaking for a food lover, this would be a feast fit for a glutton.

After watching several hours of the Shou Bing, they also gained some insight. If it weren't for the patient's severe condition, Director Wei and Feng Jianguo would have prepared to go up and try it themselves.

For judging a surgeon's skill, the anesthesiologist and instrument nurse have the most authority.

Because they have no conflicts of interest, they can objectively assess the surgeon's level.

At this level, Lao He already couldn't understand the technique of the Shou Bing, but he still watched with great relish.

He wasn't watching the Shou Bing; he was watching people.

How strong is Boss Zheng's Shou Bing? Do we need him to say it himself? How long has he been at 912, and how many major surgeries has Boss Zheng done?

Whether it was the emergency rescue of Director Miao, or hepatic hydatid disease, or the patient with rectal foreign body from a few days ago.

Each one silently demonstrates one point—Boss Zheng's surgical standard exceeds that of the 912 surgery department head.

Although it's hard to believe, Lao He judged that this is the factual truth.

To a layperson, this Shou Bing seems very boring, so Lao He focused his attention on observing other people's expressions.

Director Wei, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes have deepened a bit—after all, age doesn't spare anyone. In this Shou Bing, he didn't sweat.

Why didn't he sweat? Lao He knows.

The last time Director Wei performed the rectal foreign body removal Shou Bing, he sweated profusely. The large gauze roll wrapped around his head seemed to have been changed two or three times, and in the end he still persisted for less than three hours before stepping down.

This person sweats when nervous, which is a personal constitution issue.

During the previous Shou Bing, he still had doubts about Boss Zheng's technique, bearing the responsibility of a senior department head.

So he was nervous,

so he poured out countless sweat.

But this time, it's obvious Director Wei's mood is relaxed; he believes Boss Zheng can complete the Shou Bing smoothly.

No matter how difficult the Shou Bing is, it can be completed smoothly.

It seems Director Wei is very reassured by Boss Zheng—truly a senior department head rich in clinical experience, his judgment of people is spot-on.

Lao He looked at Director Wei with a smiling squint, thinking to himself.

And Feng Jianguo this guy, he's naturally tall, like a hemp pole. Being high and seeing far doesn't exist on the operating table.

His posture is quite strange, twisted, turning the hemp pole into a braid, viewing the Shou Bing process from a weird angle through a gap in the operating field.

Old Feng's flexibility is not bad—does he, when he goes home, still have to accompany his wife to practice yoga?

The couple doing yoga together—needless to say, Old Feng is quite interesting.

Such a rough fellow going to practice yoga… the image is too beautiful; Lao He just thought about it a little and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He's over forty, maintaining this condition all along; his lumbar disc probably is protruding as well.

After stepping down, let's see what he does.

I estimate he'll lie in bed for three to five days—no! Lao He thought, the Shou Bing isn't finished yet; if we really need a few more hours, Feng Jianguo this guy might end up bedridden for over a week.

Well, the level of traditional Chinese bone-setting is best in Kong Zong; does Feng Jianguo have an acquaintance there? If not, can I introduce him to someone I know?

The young doctor standing behind Boss Zheng is a recent graduate.

Lao He looked at Quan Xiaocao, knowing that such a student's life is not easy. Because they are not continuing education students nor graduate students, they are at the very bottom of the medical circle's food chain.

Undergraduate? Such a creature basically doesn't exist in 912 at all.

All the dirty and tiring work is done by them; finally being allowed to go on stage for appendectomy depends on the professor's mood.

As for the illusory task of winning the professor's favor and being accepted as a graduate student, it depends on whether they can endure hardship and are willing to work.

Professors looking for graduate students do not evaluate based on scores.

Of course, if there is no prior understanding, scores are the only standard for judgment. Naturally, one would accept those with high scores rather than leave the top students unrecruited and randomly pick someone with low scores.

If that were the case, wouldn't the brain be waterlogged?

But once you understand, every professor who can take on graduate students likes the sort of person who endures hardship, is willing to work, and is diligent and uncomplaining.

Hospitals treat men like beasts of burden, and women are used just the same. Recently, even the female superheroes at Xiehe have quit.

Emergency Department, damn it, is not work for humans. Lao He watched Quan Xiaocao, and gradually drifted off.

This child looks decent; I've seen them a few times, they don't speak, only work. Being a boy would be okay, but they're actually a girl.

912 hasn't had a hot chick in a long time.

But being this honest, can one be a hot chick?

Before, the hand surgery department actually had a hot chick, fiery and energetic, doing surgeries that were great. But later, after transferring from military to civilian, she went to a private hospital.

Over there, one earns more; it's said that a single finger replantation surgery can earn the surgeon around ten thousand. This is just for one finger; if there were more fingers, the surgical fee would be higher.

Aside from Obstetrics and Gynecology Department surgeries, constantly looking at this bunch of rough old men is really annoying. Having a girl as the surgeon would be easy on the eyes.

Hope she can stay.

Lao He watched Quan Xiaocao focus on the surgery, motionless, like a stalk of Xiao Cao persisting in taking root and sprouting, regardless of any obstacles above. He felt somewhat moved; youth is really good.

Following Quan Xiaocao, Lao He's gaze landed on Zheng Ren.

Zheng Lao Ban, motionless like a mountain, nothing much to see.

From the start of the surgery to the end, he probably maintains this posture. Such skill in standing, without even mentioning surgical skill, could be called top-notch.

Zheng Lao Ban is not only good at surgery, but also has dedicated instruments and instrument nurses. Lao He thought of this, gave a hehe laugh, then immediately started to worry.

It is said that Zheng Lao Ban also has a dedicated anesthesiologist in Hai Cheng, a pair of twin sisters. This harem-like setup… I want to do surgery together with Zheng Lao Ban, looks like it's a heavy burden and a long road.

Just thinking about this, Lao He started to worry.

He was in 912, belonging to those who are neither here nor there and have resigned themselves. But Zheng Lao Ban is an opportunity; Lao He's vision in this regard is still quite sharp.

But how to turn this opportunity into reality, he has no idea at all.

If I had studied surgery, I'd definitely be clinging to Zheng Lao Ban's thigh all the time. I remember telling Zheng Lao Ban before, to let me know when there's an emergency surgery. But Zheng Lao Ban hasn't said anything these few times; looks like he forgot.

What should I do?

"Lao He." Zheng Ren suddenly said.

"Uh..." Lao He was dazed for a moment.

"Call the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department Director and have them hold a consultation on the stage."