Chapter 1439: with translation of chapter title

"Huh? How come you ask that?" Liu Zewei had already scrubbed his hands, just about to disinfect.

"I know TIPS Surgery is an effective way to treat late-stage liver cirrhosis and ascites." The patient's thinking is very Clarity, "But previous Shou Bing success rate wasn't high, mortality rate as high as 10-20%. This is still death, and post-Shou Bing hepatic encephalopathy complications aren't even counted."

"Then what?" Liu Zewei picked up the Oval Forceps, clamped some iodophor gauze, and chatted intermittently: "Lie still, don't move, start disinfecting."

"I've never dared to do it. Without Shou Bing, I could still live a few days; if I do it, I might die outright."

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"The condition can't be delayed any longer." The patient felt a cool sensation from the iodophor touching his skin, Fear surged up like a tide, "Doctor, I can tell you're an experienced chief; you must do this well for me."

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"In my hometown, there is a large group of several thousand people, all with similar conditions. Some go to Inner Mongolia to find divine doctors and take Mongolian medicine. I've been thinking: in the past, calling someone a 'Mongolian doctor' was an insult, right? How come Mongolian medicine is now popular?"

Liu Zewei smiled; this is indeed very common. It's nothing out of the ordinary; he's long since stopped being surprised.

The patient had a fatal illness, not just cancer, like end-stage liver cirrhosis with massive ascites, which in the past was also considered a fatal illness.

Since the hospital could do nothing, they might as well go everywhere seeking doctors and medicine.

A patient came back and told Liu Zewei that at the divine doctor's clinic, thousands of people queue up, without asking about symptoms, without physical examination, without looking at images, they just grab medicine, pay, and leave.

Liu Zewei really couldn't understand why a top-tier hospital that sincerely treats patients would have so many medical disturbances, while on the divine doctor's side, there are massive numbers of patients and massive income every day.

They don't even treat the illness, yet they have an especially good reputation?

In this world, many things simply have no place to reason about.

Wait until I make my head a bit brighter, then see if I can pretend to be the divine doctor.

After disinfection, Liu Zewei softly called out.

Zheng Ren scrubbed his hands and went up onto the stage.

"I can't hold out any longer; coincidentally, a fellow patient in the group said they had surgery on 912 and after returning, their symptoms were gone. I thought, this is a way, so I'll come no matter what."

"'Okay, lie still, we'll do the surgery right away. If you have breathing difficulty, don't move, just speak.' Liu Zewei instructed."

"'Doctor, I heard that the one performing the surgery is a bald head… I'm not saying you're bald, I mean… it's your surgery; today you must do it well for me.' The patient panicked, speaking without restraint."

"'Hmm, don't worry.' Liu Zewei didn't get angry."

The patient responded, and in the corner of his eye saw a young face appear beside him, starting to move his hands.

He felt a sudden pang of sorrow.

If you don't give the doctor a red envelope, the director won't lift a finger, letting the junior doctor perform the surgery. They say it's Professor Zheng, but who believes that? You never see him around.

Sigh…

He had already figured this out in his heart; he immediately closed his eyes, and several turbid tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes.

"'Huh? Does it hurt?' Zheng Ren Gang had just finished the puncture, saw the patient crying, and immediately stopped to ask."

In the corner of his eye he glanced at the monitor; the heart rate was slightly faster, otherwise nothing abnormal.

"'Director Liu, please don't leave the stage; even if you don't operate, just watching me there would satisfy me.' The patient said miserably: 'I know I gave my wife 2000 yuan; she definitely didn't give you any. Please, please don't go…'"

Liu Zewei felt a bit embarrassed; at this moment it would be better to stay silent.

No matter what is said, it could possibly provoke Zheng Lao Ban's displeasure.

"'Old Liu, you do it.' Zheng Ren turned around, back-to-back with Liu Zewei, swapped positions, and became the assistant."

Liu Zewei was overjoyed inside!

Seeing Zheng Ren pick up the hemostatic forceps, Liu Zewei felt reassured.

"'Just now was only the puncture; next I'll do it for you.' Liu Zewei comforted the patient."

"'Director Liu, you truly have a bodhisattva's heart.' The patient tearfully expressed gratitude."

The patient's condition was as expected; Zheng Ren didn't think much of it. Since performing the surgery himself made the patient uneasy, let Liu Zewei do it—no big deal.

Liu Zewei's surgery, after being baptized by over a dozen surgeries with the hemostatic forceps, has been completely renewed.

Zheng Ren seriously watched his operation; there weren't many places needing correction.

"'What problems do you and your loved one have?' Liu Zewei asked while performing the surgery."

He rarely speaks on the operating table. But this time Liu Zewei still worried that Zheng Ren might get angry, wanting to use conversation to ease the awkwardness.

"'Ah, don't mention it.' The patient said: 'After a long illness, there is no filial son at the bedside; better not mention the couple.'"

"'It's probably your temper that's too explosive.' Liu Zewei began the puncture."

"'My temper… Doctor, you say after my liver cirrhosis and ascites are treated, can my temper get a bit better?' the patient asked."

"'From a Western medicine perspective, temper and liver aren't related. But according to Chinese medicine, liver qi stagnation leads to irritability. After the procedure, your temper will improve a bit.' Liu Zewei started to push the stent inward."

"'Even if the temper improves, it can't be salvaged.' The patient judged the situation: 'If I get a bit better, I'll divorce outright when I go back.'"

"'Why?'"

"'She thinks I'm dragging her down, so let's divorce; nobody lives exactly the same.' The patient thought rather carefree."

The second stent went in smoothly.

Imaging, the surgery ended.

"'Alright, it's done!' Liu Zewei was spirited."

The entire surgery was only tapped twice, setting a historical low! This proves my surgical skill has obtained a huge improvement.

"'Ah? That fast?' The patient was surprised, then wanted to move, but Liu Zewei shouted to stop him."

"'What are you moving for! Your body is covered with things; if you move, they'll all fall to the ground.'"

"'Doctor, you can't fool me; this surgery was done way too fast.'"

"'The improved TIPS surgery is just fast, and the effect is still good. With this technique, this year it was recommended for the Nobel Prize in Medicine.' Liu Zewei spoke offhandedly, taking advantage of the patient's momentary daze to remove the guidewire and catheter, and bandage the puncture site."

Surgery ended.

"'You go back and wait; other patients also take this long.' Liu Zewei smiled: 'You came from far away to see a doctor; how could I deceive you?'"

The patient left with doubts.

Liu Zewei felt a bit embarrassed, but seeing Zheng Ren not seeming angry, he dropped it and continued the surgery.

Six patients, he finished them all in one morning.

Zheng Ren also didn't eat lunch, stepped down and called Su Yun.

"The surgery's done, who should I see in the pathology department?" Zheng Ren asked directly.

Su Yun told him a name, then hung up, not knowing what he was busy with.

"Boss, what are you doing at the pathology department with that lump?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

"Let's try the optical tweezers." Zheng Ren said.

The professor's eyes lit up instantly!