Chapter 1403: with translation of chapter title

1360 Are you blind?!

But Lao He didn't say it out loud—this sort of thing, you'd only say it if you were an idiot. If he did, the fallout would be worse than driving recklessly or cracking a dirty joke.

After eating, my stomach started hurting. I went to the school clinic, and they gave me some banlangen. The nurse recalled the incident, still uneasy: "We took turns watching him, and the more we watched, the more it looked like acute abdomen. After discussing, we decided not to wait—let's call a car and go to the nearby affiliated hospital right away."

"So what happened?" Lao He asked.

"His stomach had ruptured, torn open." The nurse said: "Fortunately we went early. I heard that when they opened his abdomen, it was full of fried rice grains."

"Losing weight… I've also been thinking about losing weight lately. You saying that just makes it harder for me to figure out how to do it." Lao He said, troubled.

"At your age, anyone trying to lose weight or build their physique is basically a scumbag." The little nurse looked at Lao He with disdain.

"Hey, Wang Jia, let me tell you, I'm losing weight for health's sake." Lao He pointed to his colorful sterile cap and said: "My hairline is practically at my waist; at least if I drove a BMW, someone might pay attention to me. Look what I'm driving—a Bora! Would you even want that?"

"If it were Yun Ge'er, I'd even be willing to ride a bicycle." The little nurse's eyes sparkled.

"You girls only care about looks. If I were you, I definitely wouldn't go for Su Yun. With Zheng Lao Ban around, why bother picking someone else?" Lao He said while taking the opportunity when Xie Yiren went next door to look for an aortic stent.

"Lao He, you're speaking ill behind people's backs, that's not good." As he said that, Su Yun opened the airtight lead door and walked in, "Old Zhao, is everything ready?"

"Lao He, the anesthesiologist is you, what a coincidence." Su Yun saw Lao He suctioning sputum, smiled and asked.

"Hey, of course it's me. This is fate, Boss Zheng." Lao He swiftly inserted the tube, then went to the side and moved his hands up and down, the song Good Luck Come sounded in the operating room.

"" Su Yun's head immediately started hurting.

The circulating nurse stood in the corner, busy while stealing glances at Su Yun.

"Lao He, you can play music, just turn the volume down a bit, okay?" Su Yun said helplessly: "Give me a break."

"You say that, but this song was chosen by Boss Zheng." Lao He said that, yet he turned the volume to a bearable level, treating it as background music for the surgery.

Zheng Ren stared intently at the image, left hand under his right armpit, right hand supporting his chin, like a statue, completely unaware of what they were saying.

Soon, Su Yun returned after scrubbing in, "Boss, we're starting disinfection."

"Hmm, everyone else go out first. Lao He, put on the lead clothing and then go out. By the way, this is a microscope; I'll have you put it on me later." Zheng Renxian arranged that, then went to scrub in.

Lao He laughed as he went to put on the lead clothing, lead skirt, and neck wrap.

Wearing several dozen pounds of gear, he didn't feel the weight in his excitement. If it were available, he'd even want to wear lead gloves.

Working with Boss Zheng is quite enjoyable, but the protective measures are also in place. Boss Zheng is young and his body can withstand misfortune, but I can't.

"Lao He, what are you happy about?" Zhao Yunlong saw that ever since he finished his phone call, Lao He's condition had been off, so he asked.

"Boss Zheng is doing surgery, and it overlaps with my emergency shift—you say it's not a coincidence?" Lao He said happily.

"Don't even think about it." Zhao Yunlong said in a low voice: "Chief Zheng's anesthesiologist team in Hai Cheng is a pair of twin sisters; I've seen the photos in Su Yun's phone, and no matter who you pick, they wouldn't choose you."

"But my skill is high!" Lao He said, though his momentum had weakened a bit.

"I seriously doubt Chief Zheng could anesthetize himself without an anesthesiologist." Zhao Yunlong laughed and then jabbed Lao He: "In Nanchuan Town, Chief Zheng did liver repairs under local anesthesia."

Lao He said nothing, sat down on the sofa in the operating area. Even wearing the dozens-of-pounds lead clothing, it still felt quite heavy.

Su Yun finished scrubbing, began disinfecting, and put on the sterile gown.

A brand-new sterile gown appeared inside the opened sterile package.

"Doctor Su, wear this." The circulating nurse said.

"Huh?" Su Yun blinked.

He looked left and right, but didn't see anyone else.

"Ya Chun sister, is this prepared for me?" Su Yun, also accustomed, picked up the sterile gown and put it on.

"Someone entrusted me to prepare this for you." The circulating nurse, who is older, laughed and said: "Doctor Su, your treatment is on par with that of several academicians."

"They haven't done surgery in a long time." Su Yun laughed.

"Yeah, the new sterile gowns are all in the head nurse's storeroom; you know how hard it is to get one out?"

"Ya Chun sister, who exactly is it?" Su Yun, having put on his clothes, fastened the strap, and while putting on sterile gloves, asked.

The circulating nurse smiled without speaking, and Su Yun didn't press further, going straight into surgery.

Zheng Ren's clothes had been washed and disinfected many times, slightly faded. But he seemed not to notice; as long as it was sterile surgical attire, new or old made no difference.

The airtight lead door closed, guidewire, catheter, and stent in place, the surgery proceeded smoothly.

Going under the large frame, angiography, the position was very standard.

After the interventional surgery ended, Zheng Ren and Su Yun took off their clothes and lead clothing, then scrubbed in again and returned to the stage.

"Lao He, give me and Su Yun two more layers of masks. Old Zhao, you wear two more layers." Zheng Ren suddenly said.

"Boss, I just need to wear two more layers." Su Yun laughed: "Your looks wearing that many layers of masks would be pure waste. Old Zhao…… also doesn't need it; if it weren't for fear of scaring the patient, he wouldn't need a mask at all."

Wang Jia hid to the side and burst out laughing with a "pfft".

"He estimated the abscess was serious, the smell must be strong." Zheng Ren still smelled between his nose and mouth the odor emanating from the experimental subject's mediastinum in the system operating room.

Although he had been smelling it for a long time, being able to smell it a little less is still a relief.

This kind of smell, that's what you call refreshing.

"I'll spray some perfume on the inner mask." Lao He laughed as he grabbed a bunch of masks and went out.

Anesthesiologists have seen plenty of dirty surgeries; they also have considerable experience in protection.

Zhao Yunlong ignored Su Yun, directly putting on three layers of masks.

When Lin Ge and Professor Zhang and others came up, they saw the interventional surgery was already finished, and were somewhat surprised.

In the time it took to make a phone call and report work to Director Ye, had Boss Zheng already finished placing the aortic stent?

That's way too fast.

"Director Lin, an interventional doctor going up to the thoracic stage—isn't that against the rules?" Professor Zhang said indignantly.

Lin Ge glanced at him, thinking to himself, 'You won't go up even if I let you, yet when someone else does, you still have so much to say.'

But Lin Ge didn't say anything, instead walking into the operating room.

Seeing Zheng Ren standing in the assistant's position, Zhao Yunlong in the surgeon's position, Lin Ge chuckled and said: "No one from thoracic is doing the surgery, Boss Zheng lending a hand—it's no big deal."

As he was speaking, Zheng Renyi reached out, and Xie Yiren slapped the 233-dollar Willow Leaf Blade onto his hand.

Professor Zhang thought, "Are you blind!"