Chapter 1478: 1431 Waiting

The surgery ended, and a doctor from Harmony Nurture Hospital sent Qin Lu back to the ward.

The situation that Hu Mengbo had imagined—being unable to get on the operating table—never happened; he wasn't even given a chance to watch the whole procedure, and the surgery just ended.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun were about to tear off the sterile surgical gown, and Zheng Ren was looking for the red trash can.

At the same time, a nurse came over, gently and politely helping Zheng Ren take off the sterile gown, and waited for him to remove the sterile gloves.

Then she slightly bowed and said, "You've worked hard."

Uh……

Zheng Ren almost cried.

When have I ever received such treatment while doing surgery myself?

Even Su Yun only got to wear a brand‑new sterile gown after going on stage.

This was still done behind the head nurse's back.

But at Harmony Nurture, do we not have to do anything after surgery?

No time to sigh; Zheng Ren, guided by a doctor, strode to another ward.

Song Moqi lay on the operating table, anesthesia not yet administered.

She was obviously in some distress; lying flat for less than twenty minutes, her breathing was already quite rapid.

Zheng Ren paused slightly, then went straight into the System Space.

Just now the "Memories in the Dust" task was announced complete.

Massive surgical training time, master‑level skill books—the system has already distributed them all.

At this moment Zheng Ren felt invincible.

No time to admire his task results, Zheng Ren directly selected to buy surgical training time and rushed into the operating room.

Cesarean section—Zheng Ren is not good at it.

But this procedure is simple, and what Zheng Ren wants is not the surgical outcome. He simply wanted to finish the surgery, then began observing Song Moqi's condition.

The passage of time made Zheng Ren ache; although he had a lot of surgical training time, wasting it is shameful.

18′23″, the experimental subject began to show an allergic reaction.

Typical allergic shock symptoms, only coming on violently; Zheng Ren immediately treated the experimental subject.

The difficulty of rescuing allergic shock is obviously much greater than that of a cesarean section.

Numerous instruments almost simultaneously started beeping; Zheng Ren was fortunate, lucky to have time to correct himself.

Song Moqi's nine deaths and one life, as he calculated, can be said to be quite accurate.

That sliver of life lies within himself.

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Surgery preparations complete, Zheng Ren entered the operating chamber and locked eyes with Song Moqi.

"Doctor Zheng, you've worked hard." Song Moqi said lightly.

"With me here, rest assured." Zheng Ren said.

Song Moqi nodded hard, his breathing becoming much more rapid.

"Intubate, anesthetize, start surgery." Zheng Ren, like a senior doctor, gave the order directly.

The top anesthesiologists and obstetrics‑gynecology doctors of Xianggang were furious, yet they could not refuse Master Song's invitation.

A huge sum of money—this is inevitable.

Performing surgery on Master Song—though ordinary citizens won't know, it will surely spread widely in high society.

In the future, the number of people seeking Zheng Ren for surgery will surge.

And the fee for each surgery will double.

So they willingly endure Zheng Ren's "arrogance," begin anesthesia and surgery.

Zheng Ren did not stand in the operating chamber to watch the surgery; he went to the room beside the transparent glass, sat before a pile of instruments, and fell silent.

"Boss, this place is truly advanced—just looking makes me drool." Su Yun said.

That's also what Zheng Ren thinks.

"I've decided—back home I'll get Sister Lin to build us an operating room. Even if it's not as good as Harmony Nurture's, I'll have one of my own." Su Yun said firmly.

"No need for now; we can talk about it in a year or two." Zheng Ren let out a breath, also feeling a bit regretful.

Lin JiaoJiao's money isn't spent for nothing.

Although she is completely obedient to me, Zheng Ren has a figure in mind. Why is she so obedient? Isn't it just to earn more money later?

We haven't reached the point where we can casually take out tens of millions to build our own operating room.

With this money, it would be more practical to buy a batch of high‑end prostheses.

Through the transparent glass, Zheng Ren saw the doctors of Harmony Nurture Hospital hurrying about, busy yet orderly.

These are the top‑tier doctors, famous worldwide.

Yet now, just to perform a cesarean section, they are on high alert.

This contrast makes Zheng Ren somewhat uncomfortable.

The surgery went smoothly; because it was only 34 weeks, the baby's cry was a bit weak when delivered.

But soon a doctor finished handling it and sent the baby away.

The baby needs to stay in a neonatal incubator for a while before it can survive. Ten months of pregnancy—truly arduous.

Plus there's placental allergy; Zheng Ren doesn't know how Song Moqi endured it.

12′05″, after stitching the last suture, the surgery was declared over.

There were still 6′18″; Zheng Ren kept timing with his phone. Su Yun watched Zheng Ren's strange behavior but didn't ask.

He was a bit tense.

Before the surgery, the Xianggang tycoon appeared in person, expressing the importance he placed on Master Song's surgery.

Even someone as unrestrained as Su Yun felt that putting everything on a diagnosis of placental allergy that wasn't very reliable was somewhat absurd.

Absurd as it may be, who let it be the Boss's diagnosis?

Moreover, from a legal standpoint, Song Momo transferred the rights to treat and resuscitate to Zheng Ren. Even if Zheng Ren now injects medication into Song Momo, causing death, he would bear no liability.

Su Yun didn't understand why Song Momo had such great confidence in Zheng Ren.

The surgery ended; according to the original plan, continue ventilator-assisted breathing, waiting for the onset of severe allergy symptoms.

The obstetrics and gynecology doctor of Harmony Nurture Hospital took off the sterile gown, came to the observation room, and said solemnly: "Doctor Zheng, I think the patient can now stop anesthesia and be sent back to the ward."

All the instruments before Zheng Ren were quiet as could be, the vital signs were normal to an excessive degree.

Generally speaking, she was correct.

The anesthesia wore off, the patient was sent back to the ward, and this surgery was declared a success.

Everyone could open the champagne to celebrate.

Zheng Ren glanced at the time; there were still 5 minutes and 22 seconds left.

He silently shook his head, his eyes fixed on the row of instruments before him.

"Doctor Zheng, I don't know what you're waiting for," said the obstetrics and gynecology doctor. "But as a doctor, I don't think your current behavior is correct."

She paused, suppressing her anger, and said: "All vital signs are very stable, even perfect. This surgery went smoothly; there will be no postoperative bleeding. Even if there were, we could observe it downstairs."

There were still 4 minutes and 51 seconds left.

"No." Zheng Ren found it annoying.

Although he had rescued dozens of times in the System Operating Room, finally gaining successful rescue experience, it had cost him a lot of surgical training time.

Zheng Ren still felt a pang of regret.

He sat in the chair, not even glancing at that doctor renowned throughout Xianggang, who had performed who-knows-how-many C-sections on celebrities.

His gaze gathered, only on the phone before him.

"Doctor Zheng, you have violated the most basic medical ethics, and also betrayed Master Song's trust in you," Huo Mengbo stepped forward, saying in a low voice.