Chapter 1366: 1325 The First Step That Cannot Be Taken (Alliance Leader Leng Ning Bonus Chapter 3)

"Are you ready to go?" Zheng Ren's heart stirred, and he asked.

"Boss Zheng, I know you're the type to remember old ties. We're from Pengxi Village, we count as comrades-in-arms. You and Yun Ge'er are the main machine gunners; I'm just the ammo carrier." Speaking, Liu Xu zhi felt guilty, glanced at the ever‑silent Feng Xu Hui behind him, who only brought a pretty girl and a large suitcase each.

He's the one who actually carries the ammo; I feel like I've done nothing. Whether I'm there or not makes hardly any difference.

"Well, if you have nothing to eat, the boss will surely find you work. Don't worry, you won't starve." Su Yun patted Liu Xu zhi's shoulder.

Doctors who can perform TIPS surgery in the Intervention Department hardly need Zheng Ren to find them work.

Go to the Yangtze River Delta or Pearl River Delta, pick any township‑level hospital, and the starting annual salary is five hundred thousand.

Before Zheng Ren improved the TIPS procedure, fewer than a hundred people nationwide could perform it.

Calling it a golden lump is not an exaggeration.

Liu Xu zhi shook his head and said, "My parents, parents‑in‑law are all here; medical insurance is a huge problem. Moving the whole family? How would we settle housing? How would the kids go to school? These aren't things a few hundred thousand can fix."

When a family has many children, these aren't issues. Liu Xu zhi is relatively better off—he still has one or two siblings. Younger doctors who haven't yet mastered their skills are even worse off.

With average skills and a family to support, being an only child, the burden is enough to crush a person.

This is an unsolvable problem.

"Boss Zheng, sorry about that." Liu Xu zhi let out a long sigh and said, "I shouldn't have bothered you with this. Your coming is already a bodhisattva's heart. I had planned to finish the surgery and then spend two days playing in the Gobi Desert."

As he spoke, he thought of his wife's secret savings, feeling bitter. He let out a long sigh and fell silent.

In the era of only children, middle‑aged men lack the courage to just up and leave.

"All right." Zheng Ren sighed, "Let's go check on the patient."

Liu Xu zhi's problem meant nothing to Zheng Ren.

A doctor who can do TIPS surgery could hardly starve to death—saying otherwise would be a joke. Zheng Ren didn't ask, but he guessed Liu Xu zhi's own TIPS procedure took at most an hour and a half.

In the early years of this century, when Professor Xu Ke of China Medical University first started doing TIPS surgery, he and his mentor fumbled for eleven hours before finally succeeding in one case.

Although technical progress has cut successful surgery time to three or four hours, Liu Xu zhi's skill is still outstanding.

If all else fails, go to Rongcheng. It's a hepatitis B hotspot and densely populated. You can never have too many doctors who can do TIPS surgery there.

Old Liu has grown timid, always thinking he's incapable.

The crowd listless, they came to the Department of Gastroenterology, checked the patient pre‑op, and then Liu Xu zhi arranged admission.

Xie Yiren replied with a WeChat message, telling Zheng Ren that Chang Yue and Liu Xu zhi's wife had gone shopping.

Regarding Chang Yue's basic character, Zheng Ren was thoroughly convinced.

He told Liu Xu zhi, letting Old Liu relax.

The patient was well prepared; Liu Xu zhi had optimized the overall condition, leaving no surgical contraindications.

The work was done thoroughly, and Zheng Ren praised it highly.

Afterwards, Liu Xu zhi borrowed a key, and several people went to the hospital's demonstration room to check the environment.

This is nowhere near as good as the demonstration setup Zhou Chun Yong prepared, which was like a concert venue.

But it's serviceable; in Zheng Ren's view, there's no problem at all.

After more than an hour, Zhou Chun Yong arrived with a team of over forty experts.

They hadn't notified the hospital in advance; this was just a spur‑of‑the‑moment on‑site observation of the surgery. Even Zhou Chun Yong, eighteen hours earlier, had thought Xilin Town too far and didn't want to come.

Upon seeing Su Yun in the demonstration room, Zhou Chun Yong had a hunch. Instantly his mood brightened, and his fatigue vanished like smoke.

"Director Zhou, you must be worn out from all the trouble," Su Yun said with a smile.

"Not tired," Zhou Chun Yong replied. "When do we start?"

"Director Zhou…"

"Just call me Old Zhou; 'Director Zhou' sounds too formal," Zhou Chun Yong said, chuckling.

Zhu Liangchen didn't come, which made him especially happy; his speech grew lighter.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. Calling you 'Director' always makes me feel you're plotting something behind my back," Su Yun said with a laugh.

Zhou Chun Yong was drenched in cold sweat.

If it's about scheming, who could match your scheming, Doctor Su?

"Old Zhou, let's start with an anatomy lesson. The conditions might not be as good as yours—no, they definitely aren't; we'll just make do. It's the same at the Mayo Clinic," Su Yun said.

It's true! Zhou Chun Yong and the other experts grew excited.

Watching the surgery, if you don't get up close and handle the hemostatic forceps, the improvement isn't much. The reason we tag along is that everyone else is coming; if we didn't, we'd feel like we're missing out on a hundred‑million‑person bandwagon effect.

I never expected there'd actually be a pleasant surprise!

Zhou Chun Yong hurriedly led the expert team into the small demonstration room.

It really is a small demonstration room; the seats fit only twenty‑plus people.

Liu Xu zhi stared, mouth agape, as over forty people squeezed in—blond hair, blue eyes, and yellow skin so harmonious… they vied openly and covertly for a front‑row seat, nearly coming to blows.

If Zhou Chun Yong couldn't keep order, who knows what would have happened.

What's going on here?

Seeing that preparations were already underway with enthusiasm, he rushed to get fresh animal livers.

Su Yun stopped Liu Xu zhi, transferred ten thousand yuan via WeChat. Liu Xu zhi felt embarrassed but eventually accepted it.

It wasn't much, after all, no reward without work. They hadn't come all the way to Xilin Town just to give Liu Xu zhi money.

Liu Xu zhi handles things efficiently.

An hour later, he held a fresh animal liver in his hand, placed it on a stainless‑steel tray, and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Wearing sterile gloves, he mounted a $233 willow‑leaf blade onto the handle, and Zheng Ren, without pleasantries, began the dissection.

Just moments ago the small demonstration room had been as chaotic as a market; now it fell silent.

Those standing and sitting, over forty people began to watch Zheng Ren's dissection closely. Liu Xu zhi almost cried—he had merely hesitated a bit, then got shoved to the back.

Thinking back, that little eatery in the capital was better—just a few people could watch however they liked, even from the top. Now you can't even make out the MRI slices.

Our conditions here are really limited—just this small demo classroom, and we still have to shamelessly borrow it from Xiao Hua Nei Ke.

Never mind that for now; just watch carefully.

Liu Xu zhi focused on studying anatomy, and in a daze he felt that Zheng Lao Ban's anatomy seemed much more proficient than when he was in Di Du.