Chapter 1374: with translation of chapter title

The supplies in the box have been checked many times; Feng Xu Hui confirmed there were no omissions. No matter what problems Chief Zheng encounters in the Operating Room, our side will have the corresponding materials ready to take out.

Even the grinding head for the Coronary artery grinding technique, Feng Xu Hui bought it himself at his own expense.

This kind of equipment, Long Wind only has the most basic level, and its Technique level is still quite ordinary. In other words, it's not very easy to use. So he didn't push himself; instead, he found a salesperson from another company, spent money, and bought an imported piece of equipment at factory price.

Chief Zheng won't use it often, but his income has been rising sharply; he thinks this is what he should do, and spending this money is not wasteful.

The first Shou Bing took a full hour.

Even though it was a teaching Shou Bing, this was the most time-consuming one.

Members of the expert team on the Observation Platform reluctantly left in batches, and a new batch came in to observe the Shou Bing.

Feng Xu Hui's foreign language ability is average; he could only vaguely hear that they were having a heated argument. Some professional terms, he also couldn't understand well.

Zhou Chun Yong didn't go out, took off the Lead clothing and handed it to a familiar out-of-town director in the second batch, then came directly to the operating area, moved a stool and sat beside Feng Xu Hui. He pressed down on Feng Xu Hui, who was about to stand up to help himself, onto the stool, smiling and asking: 'Xiao Feng, are you tired?'

Feng Xu Hui was sweating heavily.

I've been sitting all along; what's there to be tired about?

Zhou Chun Yong was just making conversation.

He knew why: it wasn't because he was awesome, making Director Zhou and himself, a little salesperson, have nothing to talk about; it was because the person inside was looking at the images.

"Director Zhou, you say that, but you are the one who is truly hardworking." Feng Xu Hui sat on the stool, lowered his body, slightly shorter than Zhou Chun Yong, and replied respectfully.

"I'm really getting old," Zhou Chun Yong sighed half-truthfully. "Yesterday I pushed myself a bit and didn't expect to faint on the stage. Before, I always laughed at others; I never expected it would be my turn to be laughed at."

"Director Zhou, please don't say that," Feng Xu Hui said solemnly. "Your physique is stronger than mine."

He smiled and said, "We can't compare with Chief Zheng; if you let a young person wear dozens of catties of Lead clothing and do Shou Bing for seven or eight hours, nobody could stand it. Anyway, I couldn't stand it either."

Zhou Chun Yong knew Feng Xu Hui's words were exaggerated, but they were within an acceptable range, making him feel comfortable without feeling too fake.

"Zheng Lao Ban's physique is truly impressive," Zhou Chun Yong said admiringly.

"I didn't see it then; just as the car arrived at Pengxi Township Hospital, I fainted. Later I heard from Old Liu there that Chief Zheng, wearing Lead clothing, stood in Pengxi Xiang for three days and nights, performing about three hundred Shou Bing."

Zhou Chun Yong thought about that number; although it wasn't an absolutely huge figure that was hard to accept, the more professional the person, the more they understood the difficulty involved.

It's a bit exaggerated, but still… we'll accept it; after all, we can't go ask Zheng Lao Ban exactly how many Shou Bing he did.

Standing for three days and nights is already inhuman; plus wearing dozens of catties of Lead clothing, that's equivalent to a loaded march.

When I was young, I should have been able to manage it… maybe I could have.

But averaging one hundred Shou Bing a day, that's absolutely impossible. Not even mentioning one hundred, being able to do ten or eight severe pelvic fracture Interventional embolizations in a day would already be good.

Zhou Chun Yong lightly sighed; it's not that he's old, but Zheng Lao Ban is too fierce. Think of what Feng Xu Hui said—if a young person went up, they couldn't stand for seven or eight hours either. Thinking this, he became interested in Feng Xu Hui.

This young guy is quite good at talking; without realizing it, he cheered up my mood a lot. Yesterday's hypoglycemia-induced faint, the lingering obsession in my heart, has vanished like smoke.

"Xiao Feng, you've taken the right step," Zhou Chun Yong laughed. "Follow the right person, and you'll never worry about food or drink for a lifetime."

"What you said…"

Just as they were chatting, the Head Nurse of the Operating Room's phone rang.

"Director Wang…"

She had just uttered that when she was directly cut off.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask right away."

She said, pressing the button on the walkie-talkie: "Old Liu, the director asks how long your Shou Bing will take; there is… an emergency patient who wants you to see if you can do Interventional embolization to stop bleeding."

"What kind of patient?"

The voice coming from inside was Zheng Ren's.

The Head Nurse immediately asked two more questions, her face full of astonishment: "The height-adjustable electroplated chair exploded; they say the fire brigade has already gone and is now sawing the chair."

"It can be done; have them establish a Vein channel, first do emergency rescue, and if the condition is stable, send the person straight up." Zheng Ren said solemnly, then used his shoulder to push Liu Xu zhi out of the Shou Bing area.

The image on the screen instantly sped up countless times.

The previous Shou Bing, in Zhou Chun Yong's eyes, was of a normal, slightly slow pace. But now the speed directly took off; in a steady rhythm, the Shou Bing speed was directly adjusted by an invisible hand to 16 times speed.

Among the expert team members, exclamations of surprise kept sounding.

That unconscious surprise caused the sound from chest cavity airflow resonance, rising and falling like waves.

Su Yun covered his forehead and sighed.

Seeing him put away his phone, Zhou Chun Yong stood up and laughed: "Doctor Su, it's your turn to go up now, right?"

"No need," Su Yun said somewhat dejectedly. "It's probably a rupture of the pelvic arterial and venous plexus; embolize the artery, and an abdominal exploration will suffice."

He said, blowing out a breath: "Damn, it's a busy life; even in Xilin Town there's no rest."

Zhou Chun Yong thought about it and seemed to agree.

Incidents of exploding height-adjustable office chairs are not few, but also not many.

"As for surgical Shou Bing, Zheng Lao Ban seems quite skilled too," he asked tentatively.

"He'll definitely have to go up; with his temper, a dog's belly can't hold two taels of sesame oil." Su Yun said: "Never mind him, Director Zhou, send the expert team away, then go meet us, and let's go play in the Gobi Desert together."

Zhou Chun Yong felt delighted inside; he had been groveling just for this remark. Although no one ended up inviting him, he still wanted to tag along, but after all, it's not as good as the current situation.

He put on a deep tone and said: "Zheng Lao Ban? Let's wait a bit for him."

"He'll be fine on his own." Su Yun said: "Feng ah, how many units of gelatin sponge did you bring?"

"24." Feng Xu Hui reported the number precisely.

Su Yun didn't speak, just patted Feng Xu Hui's shoulder, then started the water group, broadcasting the situation on this side. Xiao Yi Ren and Chang Yue, bringing Heizi, have already met up with the Chu Family Sisters; that side is ready, waiting to depart.

Zhou Chun Yong couldn't decide whether to wait for Zheng Lao Ban or accept Su Yun's invitation and directly meet up with the others.

But after just a turn of thought, he made up his mind to go together with Su Yun.

Zheng Lao Ban is a person hard to deal with; all of his own methods are useless. What is this called? It's 'no desire, then firm'.

With that effort, it would be better to get acquainted with Zheng Lao Ban and the whole Medical Team. Then if anything happens someday, there will be someone to give him a heads-up.

Thinking and thinking, he forgot what he was thinking about. His eyes looked at the screen, and after a few seconds they straightened.