Chapter 1497: 1450 How could sparrows know the ambition of the swan

However, after feeling pleased, Lao He recalled Zheng Ren's words and was stunned for a moment.

According to Zheng Lao Ban, does this mean I have to handle anesthesia, extracorporeal circulation, and the surgery all by myself?

How is that possible!

But he didn't take it to heart; Zheng Lao Ban probably meant that he had done it elsewhere, just that the assistants, anesthetists, etc., were not handy.

Just wait and see—our skill is far superior to yours, you twin-sister duo, by who knows how much.

Lao He continued to feel happy.

In the competition with that unseen twin-sister duo, I have scored another point!

If this continues, I must give Zheng Lao Ban an impression that Lao He is especially capable.

"The thing doesn't look big, but it almost killed someone." Seeing Zheng Ren cut the tumor tissue with a knife, Lao He said with a chuckle.

"Hmm, the location is special. It doesn't look malignant, so I can explain it to the family." Zheng Ren took the pathology basin and walked out.

"Su Yun, has Chief Zheng performed heart surgery in Hai Cheng?" After rinsing the mediastinum and confirming no active bleeding, Zhao Yunlong asked.

"No." Su Yun said, "This guy always claims he'll get it after one look, having learned from me."

"..." Zhao Yunlong was speechless.

Chief Zheng's heart surgery is top-notch; in my view, there is no flaw.

Not to mention flaws; even if there were, at this standard I couldn't spot them.

Zhao Yunlong felt somewhat disheartened.

Sigh, people really can't be compared.

……

……

At Xinglin Yuan, Peng Jia had two computer screens in front of him.

One showed the surgery live broadcast; since he couldn't understand the heart surgery anyway, Peng Jia simply opened the comments.

All kinds of text flew across; Peng Jia didn't examine them closely, just watching for fun.

Each comment proves there's an active fan behind it—a practicing physician who follows the latest developments and is eager to improve.

This is all cash flow!

On the other screen were statistics for the number of viewers and revenue of this surgery live broadcast.

For the ESD surgery two days ago, the viewer count had already hit a new high.

Yet in less than a hundred hours, today they actually live-streamed a heart surgery—specifically, the rare pulmonary artery valve tumor resection!

The number of viewers effortlessly reached a new high again!

Peng Jia felt slightly regretful.

From a business perspective, this is extremely unprofitable.

Whether it's ESD technique or rare heart valve surgery, both can attract global doctors' attention for a long time, keeping the heat of Xinglin Yuan's surgery live broadcast.

Yet Zheng Lao Ban actually released them all in a short time, with no warning whatsoever.

Although he also knows this is due to encountering related patients—a mere coincidence—if only he could carefully adjust the timing, how good that would be.

He let out a light sigh, pondering what big moves Zheng Lao Ban might make after becoming the actual controlling shareholder of Xinglin Yuan.

Unexpectedly, in less than a round, Xinglin Yuan had its corner dug out, and yet he had to happily let people dig.

Peng Jia also felt especially helpless.

On the left was the bustling live broadcast room; on the right, various data that made his inner flames rise. Peng Jia sat quietly in his chair and finally accepted fate's arrangement.

Accept it, accept it.

Before, when I returned from overseas studies, young and naive, I founded Xinglin Yuan Company by riding the first wave of the internet.

After so many years of storms, the forum-mode company had long been blown away by wind and rain. Fact proves this is a backward model.

Without a core profit model, any small trick can only let the company scrape by.

Yet all of Zheng Lao Ban's medical models are extremely close to the medical core—surgery, live broadcast, and now even beginning to explain cases.

These are the core competitiveness.

Peng Jia has no doubt that in the future, case explanations will be handled by that top-traffic assistant.

Zheng Lao Ban seems to have put in no thought at all, merely seeing patients, and my long-standing problems are readily solved.

Peng Jia knows that because Zheng Lao Ban possesses core competitiveness, this is not just his own advantage—others cannot match it either.

He who knows the times is a hero; sign the contract, and try to gain some benefits in the details for yourself.

Thinking this, he picked up his phone and found the chat log with Su Yun.

The extremely narcissistic avatar—Peng Jia had cursed it countless times, yet now it actually seems somewhat cute.

The last few messages in the chat were sent by Su Yun.

【Don't struggle; the boss says he doesn't want to involve himself in company management. As long as you run the company well and focus on the live broadcast, that's enough.】

【It's just a piece of rotting meat; you couldn't understand the thoughts of a Nobel Prize nominee. That's all……】

【The cicada and the fledgling dove laughed, saying: 'I decide to rise and fly, I pull onto the elm leaf and then stop; if the timing is off, I merely fall to the ground—what need is there to travel ninety thousand miles south?' For those who dwell in the mugwort, three meals and they return, bellies indeed full; for those who travel a hundred miles, they store grain overnight; for those who travel a thousand miles, they gather provisions for three months. What do these two insects know!】

The final passage, Peng Jia knows, is from Zhuangzi's 'Carefree Wanderings'; simply put, it means 'How can sparrows know the ambition of the swan?'

He looked at that avatar, truly not knowing what to say.

Thus he was rebuked, pointed at the nose and told he was a sparrow; for a piece of rotting meat, he shouted at the great Peng. Of course, this is another passage from Zhuangzi.

The metaphor is quite vivid—is my vision really that narrow? Or do I simply not know what Zheng Lao Ban wants to do at all?

What does he want to do? Just a surgery dog, yet because his skill is top-notch, he rides the wind.

What else can he do? Do more surgeries, heh—Peng Jia chuckled.

Then let's prepare to sign the contract—meeting! meeting! Study it well; even if it's a piece of rotting meat, I must happily eat it.

……

Operating Room, Zheng Ren carried the excised tumor back, placed the pathology specimen to one side, and stood behind Zhao Yunlong.

Zhao Yunlong and Su Yun were preparing to use steel wire to fix the split sternum.

This is truly the finale; after that, suturing the skin and such, there's no need to look at all.

Zheng Ren began to set down the pathology basin, still wearing the lead clothing.

"Boss, why aren't you taking off the lead clothing? Aren't you tired? Showing off your good health isn't done this way." Su Yun said with a chuckle.

"I'm going to scrub in, Yi Ren, you go out for a bit." Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun and instead said with a smile to Xie Yiren.

"Are we taking the filter now?" Xie Yiren asked: "The rest, can you handle it?"

"Of course I can; which surgeon doesn't know what instruments to use?" Zheng Ren laughed.

Xie Yiren thought for a moment, seemed to agree, and nodded.

"You two are going too far." Su Yun said unhappily: "Boss, you stepped down early just to be an instrument nurse! How embarrassing! Do you dare to be even more timid?"

"Definitely not embarrassing." Zheng Ren went to scrub in: "I've always been timid; I'm already up in the clouds, can't be any more timid."

"……"

"Old Zhao, have you ever been an instrument nurse?" Su Yun saw Zheng Ren had killed the conversation, feeling helpless, she turned to ask Zhao Yunlong.

"No." Zhao Yunlong said in a low voice: "If I could also do that, how great would that be."

Lao He laughed heartily; Zheng Lao Ban's surgery was truly enviable. He actually went to be an instrument nurse, and the operating room was full of dog food scattered everywhere.

Scrub in, go up.

"Yi Ren, you go downstairs. Change clothes straight away and tidy the operating room." Zheng Ren's voice was especially gentle.

"Be careful; I've prepared everything you need, have a look first." Xie Yiren still worried, she urged: "If not, I'll come in wearing the lead clothing."

"Don't worry, how could it not work." Zheng Ren's eyes curved like a second‑year middle‑school moon.

Standing at the instrument nurse's position, Zheng Ren glanced at the instrument table, turned to look at the surgery, and slapped the needle‑nose forceps over.

"Goodness gracious……" Professor Rudolf Wagner was frightened and stepped back a step.

"Fugui'er, what's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked in surprise.

"Boss, I got used to being hit by your hemostatic forceps. Seeing such a large forceps, I was startled." Professor Rudolf Wagner saw Zheng Ren slap the forceps into Su Yun's hand, that side already began twisting the steel wire to fix the sternum, and he said with lingering fear.

"It's not a teaching surgery, why would I hit you for no reason." Zheng Ren said with a chuckle, his hand movements not slowing at all; one person acting as instrument nurse for two surgeries, handling it with ease.

Boss, with your skill, you should just be assigned a position as a nurse. Su Yun said jokingly.

If the surgery can't be done, let the instrument nurse save the position? Zheng Ren didn't look up, clamped a round needle and No. 4 thread into the needle holder, and slapped it into Zhao Yunlong's hand.

"……" Su Yun was momentarily speechless.

If that were really the case, I'd probably die of shame.

The process of taking the filter was simple; inside were three old blood clots.

"Boss, let's go get skewers later." Su Yun looked up at Zheng Ren and said: "I've made plans with Lao Fan; we said we'd go out for a big drink when I get back today."

"Sure, just wait until Yi Ren finishes cleaning up, don't rush." Saying that, Zheng Ren stared at Xie Yiren, his eyes unmoving.

Yi Ren was busy tidying up, wearing a mint‑green sterile gown and a cartoon sterile cap. Her every gesture was adorable down to the bone.

"Lao He, come along tonight to eat, there's nothing special, just skewers." Su Yun said, "Lao Zhao is on duty—do you want takeout, or should we bring back packaged skewers for you after we finish eating?"

"No need." Zhao Yunlong said: "Watching the live stream from downstairs is better than going up; I need to go back and tightly schedule time to watch the surgery recording several times. Any fixed point will do, you don't need to worry."

"Really taking your hobby as food, go on then." Su Yun began suturing the skin, Zhao Yunlong tied knots, speed insanely fast.

Zheng Ren alone threaded the needle and sutured, handing over various instruments, more skilled than a regular instrument nurse by a bit.

10′22″ later, the surgery was announced as officially ended.

Zhao Yunlong also didn't let Zheng Ren send the patient back; he and Lao He together sent the patient to the ICU.

Even if the surgery went as smoothly as possible, it's still an ultra‑large deep hypothermic external circulation operation; in the ICU at least three days are needed before coming offline, and that counts as fast.