Chapter 1486: 1439 The Medical Department Hasn

But think about it, what kind of surgeries has he been doing? The difficulty is top‑tier. Doing them with laparoscopy, the risk is too high, and they simply can't be done. Director Wei said, also feeling a bit emotional.

Yeah, what the hell kind of surgeries are those! Not to mention other things, but for our department's peritoneal adhesion disease… if you use laparoscopic equipment, going in you'd just be an idiot.

It's just a blank white field, the peritoneal cavity is really clean.

Besides the peritoneal adhesion, you can't see anything else.

Those who do laparoscopic surgery well can choose the approach as they like—cut when they should cut, scope when they should scope.

But Director Wei didn't say those things; he just gave an embarrassed smile.

Admitting that his surgery isn't up to Zheng Lao Ban's level is unavoidable.

To become a director of a top‑tier tertiary hospital, one must be a national‑level expert; without a competitive spirit, it's impossible.

But competitiveness must be directed at the right target; without a sense of one's limits, it's also hard to sit in this position.

"Director Wei, your relationship with this person is rather distant," Lin Ge said with a smile.

"It's okay; my buddies are pretty solid. I'm just here to check in and give my friends an update. The hospital-wide consultation has already happened, and many professors have given their opinions—by now it's probably hopeless," Director Wei said.

"Why don't you go see Zheng Lao Ban instead?" Lin Ge's face broke into a warm, friendly smile.

"Zheng Lao Ban?"

"I just ran into Zheng Lao Ban—he'd just gotten out of a black Rolls‑Royce Phantom. Word is he flew to Xianggang yesterday to do a minor surgery for a big tycoon."

"…" Director Wei thought Lin Ge's smile was a bit odd, but before he could ponder it, Lin Ge started gossiping about the matter.

"Guess how much the consultation fee will be?"

"Pengcheng is close to Xianggang; I've heard ordinary tycoons there pay several hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars," Director Wei said, a hint of envy in his voice.

Lin Ge fell silent; Director Wei thought for a moment, then picked up his phone and dialed.

"Zheng Lao Ban, are you at the hospital?" Director Wei asked.

"I just came out of Director Yuan's office—what's up, Director Wei?" Zheng Ren's voice came through.

"I… have a patient; I'm not trying to ask Zheng Lao Ban to take a look, am I? It's a friend of Zhang Weiyu from the Meiyang shop—there's no other way."

"Fine, where are you? I'll be right there."

Director Wei gave the location, hung up, and silently cursed that the Medical Department had not a single decent person.

He also wondered why Lin Ge's chatter had turned into a smug grin—turns out he'd been nudging him to call Zheng Lao Ban.

Director Wei quickly pieced it together and realized Lin Ge must have seen Zheng Lao Ban heading to the agency.

That guy—he won't look for himself, but insists I do.

"Director Wei, where are we meeting?" Director Lin continued to smile smugly.

"ICU." Director Wei felt a bit down, but couldn't say much.

Such a small matter can't be brought up. Having suffered a dumb loss, he'll have to guard against Lin Ge from now on.

"Let's go, head back."

"Why are you coming back with me?" Director Wei asked: "It's not a hospital‑wide consultation."

"I'm just following to take a look—you said it, I'm not trying to get a good look at Zheng Lao Ban's surgery, am I? You say, Zheng Lao Ban is young, how is his surgical skill so high?" Lin Ge, as if he hadn't caught the barb in Director Wei's words, kept smiling smugly.

Director Wei gave a heh‑heh laugh, and the matter was past.

The two turned back.

They rode the elevator up, stepped out, and saw Zheng Ren emerge from the fire escape.

"Zheng Lao Ban, how did you climb up these ten‑odd floors?" Director Lin's smile grew more sincere as he stepped forward to ask.

"Uh… I thought you were at the hospital‑wide consultation, so I rushed." Zheng Ren also blinked in surprise.

"The consultation's over, I chatted with Director Wei a bit, and it's perfect to bring you up—so I called you to have a look." Lin Ge said.

"What patient?"

Director Wei repeated the patient's condition.

As he spoke, a plump woman in her forties who had come down the elevator with them yelled into her phone: "Exactly! The whole family's got syphilis!"

"…" Director Wei, Zheng Ren, and Lin Ge all froze.

Looking back, Director Wei's face changed. That woman had been right beside him in the elevator just moments before.

In an instant, he felt itchy all over, as if he'd contracted syphilis…

Zheng Ren didn't get it—syphilis? Those who know just get a shot of long‑acting penicillin at the hospital; those who don't can hit a black clinic with something, and it won't drag on long.

How would they end up in the ICU?

Besides, the whole family having syphilis… that transmission process could fill a medical ethics textbook.

Impossible—Zheng Ren quickly used his rich clinical experience to make a reasonable judgment.

"Yes, it happened this morning!" the woman shouted every word, completely oblivious to the strange looks from those around her.

"All right, I'm here, I'm not talking to you anymore." She kept yelling: "Shut off the gas at home—don't let a nap turn the whole family into syphilis victims."

Director Wei laughed helplessly.

"Gas poisoning—can you just call it syphilis? Why not say carbon monoxide poisoning?"

Damn it! Gave myself a fright.

Her voice was still that loud, as if she feared nobody would notice.

Lin Ge, having seen plenty, didn't think much of it and asked with a smile: "Director Zheng, as a professor you can do outpatient clinics and give lectures to students, right?"

"Oh." Zheng Ren gave a casual, half‑hearted reply, not really paying attention.

Lin Ge felt a bit down—outpatient clinics, man!

Others cause a ruckus with the director over their outpatient‑clinic schedule, but you, old sir, just say "oh"—are you trying to go out or not?

But he knew Zheng Ren might simply want to look at the records and images of a pulmonary‑artery embolism patient, so he didn't really pay attention to what he himself was saying.

Forget it—let's wait till he finishes with the patient, then we'll talk.

"Zheng Lao Ban, pulmonary embolism, do you have a good solution?" Director Wei asked.

"Thrombolysis is ineffective, there aren't many other options. Check where the clot is; if you are familiar with the patient's family and conditions allow, you can try a risky approach." Zheng Ren said.

Director Wei gave a bitter smile and quickly said, "Zhang Weiyu's friend isn't particularly familiar either."

Zheng Ren understood what was going on, immediately smiled, and reassured Director Wei.

When someone entrusts another, if they ignore it and use a very dangerous treatment, and the person ends up dying, trouble is likely to arise.

The more this happens, the more likely accidents occur; this has already become a mysterious phenomenon in clinical practice.

Zheng Ren didn't say anything, put on his clothes, changed his shoes, and walked into the ICU corridor.

Arriving at the office, Zheng Renxian first quickly glanced at the medical record, then looked over the orders, and then pulled up the patient's images from the computer.

A large filling defect originating from the pulmonary artery valve is typical and can be seen at a glance.

Generally speaking, this is where the clot is located.

The pulmonary artery trunk is almost completely blocked; looking at the CT images, it is already an irreversible pulmonary artery embolism.