Chapter 1351: 1311 How nice it would be if I were welcomed

1311 How nice it would be if I were welcomed.

Zheng Ren froze.

How is this like going to a nightclub?

Director Zhou's horsing around is a bit much, Zheng Ren's face looks a little grim. But Zhou Chun Yong is messing around—how come even these experts on the expert team are joining in the mess?

"Wow, awesome!" The patients' relatives behind couldn't hold back their excitement, whispering.

"Those foreign experts aren't here to do surgery."

"It's the young doctor beside Director Zhou doing the surgery; the foreigners are just observing."

The relatives' excitement is understandable.

The immediate family—parents or siblings—had come all the way to Di Du for surgery, though the local hospital considered it similar to a fatal disease, a portal hypertension with extremely low surgical success rate.

The more skilled the practitioner, the higher the success rate.

Originally, the relatives had some complaints about having to bring someone to Di Du's liver and gallbladder department for surgery.

But Zhou Chun Yong was extremely stubborn, refusing to admit anyone who disagreed.

The patients and their relatives who had been worn down in Di Du were mostly resigned, so they decided to be hospitalized and ask the young 'expert' to perform the surgery.

But before this scene, dozens of Chinese and foreign experts in spotless white coats stood in the hallway, bowing together in unison, like a mature rice field.

And that shout of 'Boss Zheng, good!' moved everyone's hearts.

"You see what I was saying? We're not in medicine, so laypeople shouldn't tell experts what to do. Director Zhou said it's okay, so it's okay. Without even this trust, we might as well go back home and wait to die."

"It was a close call; when Director Zhou said he'd invite someone else to do the surgery, I despaired."

"Yeah, good thing my dad insisted on having the surgery done in Di Du's liver and gallbladder department. By the way, how much did you pay the expert fee?"

"Expert fee? We didn't pay any. Director Zhou didn't even accept a red envelope."

"What do you know with your little bit of knowledge? Do you know how much money those foreign experts took just to hear Boss Zheng's lecture?"

"It couldn't be less than thirty or fifty thousand."

The relatives were buzzing in discussion, somewhat chaotic.

"Thirty or fifty thousand? With your lack of experience, you couldn't even guess. It's eight hundred thousand per person—and that's in US dollars!"

"……"

"Holy crap! What are they trying to do?"

True and false rumors spread in the hallway outside the ward; every relative who heard them had their eyes light up.

Money is one of the standards for measuring things, and also a standard everyone can feel. Eight hundred thousand dollars in learning funds—this is simply beyond comprehension. Although it's far more than the actual figure, it's enough to be shocking.

Those who love a spectacle aren't afraid of big trouble—that's the idea.

Zheng Ren felt a slight headache.

"Boss, say something." Su Yun smiled and whispered beside Zheng Ren.

"What to say—should we say everyone worked hard?"

"Boss Zheng, this isn't my arrangement." Zhou Chun Yong gave a bitter smile and said, "These foreign experts have always been hard to manage, unlike the out-of-town directors connected to me."

He said this while making a gesturing invitation.

"This isn't that…" Zhou Chun Yong, flustered, trailed off, "After you finish Doctor Mehari's surgery, these foreign experts will immediately fall silent—each one honest and straightforward, saying exactly what they mean."

Zheng Ren frowned.

"We were originally going to arrange for them to go to the tiered conference room; I set up screen projection so they could see more clearly from there. The operating room can't hold this many people." Zhou Chun Yong said, "But who would have thought they'd each refuse to go first, all wanting to wait here for you."

Zheng Renye also felt helpless, only able to nod and give a wry smile.

Ignoring the dozens of experts and professors from around the world standing in the hallway, Zheng Ren went straight to the director's office.

The door ajar, the team-leading professors under Zhou Chun Yong stood straight, each holding their films, lined up according to the arranged surgical order.

Looking at films, looking at patients, sending patients, then continuing to look at films—this whole process is like an assembly line.

Just the person standing on the assembly line still seemed like a young doctor from Haicheng City First Hospital, attentively and seriously reading the films and checking the medical records.

These past two days, because of performing Doctor Mehari's surgery, the patients on the liver and gallbladder side of the capital haven't had a chance to be seen.

Zheng Ren felt a bit guilty, wondering if he'd gotten carried away—this kind of thing must not be taken lightly from now on.

After more than an hour, nearing 10 o'clock, Zhou Chun Yong accompanied Zheng Ren out of the ward to go to surgery.

"Boss Zheng, Director Lin is waiting for you in the operating room." Zhou Chun Yong said this with a slight nervousness.

Zheng Ren knew Director Lin; in the national field of circulatory internal medicine, few people are unaware of him.

He is a leading figure in domestic circulatory intervention, an academician of the Engineering Academy, with students everywhere. To say that domestic circulatory intervention was pioneered by him alone is not an exaggeration.

"This matter's gotten awkward." Zheng Renye also felt a bit uneasy, "I should be the one to go pay respects to Director Lin."

Zhou Chun Yong finally felt relieved.

His main worry was that Boss Zheng, young and full of vigor, with unfathomable intervention skills, might look down on the old directors and professors.

After all, Director Lin's technical skill was top-notch back then. But he's old now, and by the time he got into intervention work, his golden years had passed.

His technical skill now is just so-so, but Director Lin earned everyone's respect because he overcame countless obstacles, pushing forward cardiac intervention in a domestically blank field despite opposition.

Back then the pressure was enormous, and everyone's protective measures were inadequate.

Later, thanks to Director Lin's push, many top-tier hospitals established chest pain centers. Green channels, fast and efficient, have saved countless lives.

The elderly gentleman is undoubtedly worthy of respect.

Boss Zheng doesn't rely on skill to dominate others—that's the best outcome; the thing Zhou Chun Yong feared most didn't happen.

"If Boss Zheng won't play along, insubordination… this isn't rare. Wu Haishi and Wu Lao were even sent packing to Pengcheng, right?"

Zhou Chun Yong has always tried to avoid the fate of Wu Haishi and Wu Lao.

"Boss Zheng, the staff at Xinglin Yuan have also readied the live broadcast—go ahead and give it your all today!" Zhou Chun Yong was already getting excited.

Zheng Ren glanced at him and thought his condition was flaring up too early—this couldn't be a good sign.

However, it doesn't matter, Zhou Chun Yong can't do it; I can do it alone just fine. It's just the TIPS Surgery, nothing big.

By the way, Su Yun. Zheng Ren suddenly thought of something.

What's wrong again?

You go to the stepped demonstration classroom, that's where we gave the Lesson last time, right? Zheng Ren said: "Explain the Shou Bing to the people who are studying."

"……" Su Yun widened her eyes, her own Boss is……

Forget it, I won't talk about him.

Su Yun was still immersed in the sound waves that came from inside when the iron door of the hospital ward just opened. This signified the establishment of her standing in the martial world, and signified the recognition by the first batch of experts from around the world who had undergone centralized training.

It was of great significance; if only they welcomed her, how nice that would be, Su Yun felt some regret.