Chapter 1586: 1536 Whose Child Is This

"Liver cancer resection, what's there to see?" Director Guo said: "Just tell me, how much blood was lost during the operation?"

Clear anatomical structure means less bleeding; that's common sense.

If you ligate the vessels that need to be tied off in advance, bleeding can be noticeably reduced. For liver cancer surgery, if you do a liver split, bleeding should be around 1000 ml, which is still a high‑level surgeon.

Maybe Zheng Lao Ban's skill could be even higher? It's possible, after all, he's also a Nobel Prize nominee.

But the intraoperative bleeding definitely won't be less than 800 ml.

Director Guo thought, and froze.

Wait, isn't he the one who got a Nobel Prize nomination for a new TIPS procedure? How did he end up doing a surgical operation?

"Watching the live broadcast, I estimate the intraoperative bleeding won't exceed 50 ml," Director Wang said while rushing along.

"..." Director Guo stared for a moment; his first feeling was that he had misheard.

"Director Wang, say that again?" Director Guo asked: "Is it 500 ml?"

Even if it's 500 ml of bleeding, that's still off. How could it bleed so little and the liver split surgery be done?

"Look, I told you, you wouldn't believe me. I'll send you the surgery video when I have time—50 ml of blood is already an overestimate. By eye, a 7 cm tumor was removed completely; that skill is insane!"

Director Guo froze.

He also had a guess: Director Wang deliberately made the procedure sound much harder.

It wasn't a liver split surgery, but a small tumor on the liver's surface, 1‑2 cm; a slightly larger tumor couldn't possibly bleed that little.

A tumor 7‑8 cm in diameter, yet they still did a liver split and only bled less than 50 ml—is that something a person could do?

The two of them talked as they arrived at the Second Teaching Building.

On the lecture hall's podium, the teaching equipment had been fully installed, and the engineer was doing a final test.

"Whoa..." Director Guo exclaimed, "What advanced gear—now the professors at 912 can really play with this?"

"You don't understand." Director Wang of the Surgical Teaching and Research Office scoffed: "Zheng Lao Ban is said to have been hired as a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic, so these are likely Mayo Clinic's things."

It's easiest to spread rumors; people always find a reason they believe to explain what they see.

Just like the projection before our eyes.

Director Wang didn't know who he'd heard that from, but he believed it outright.

The professors at 912 themselves haven't missed it—they're standing honestly on the podium, lecturing bit by bit.

With such a grand scale, it must be related to the Mayo Clinic.

The student union had already arranged the seats; Director Wang sat down, looking at the surrounding lively girls, feeling a bit dazed.

Is this an arranged lecture or an arranged entertainment event? How come those girls' faces are beaming with eager or shy smiles?

In the large lecture hall, youthful faces brim with youthful vigor and the exuberance of spring.

Boys and girls, whispering to each other.

A buzzing sound echoed in the large lecture hall, hearts resonating, making Director Guo feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Today, the number of students coming to listen to the lecture is truly huge; Director Guo remarked.

Normally, only various schools' evening events are held in Building 2; because it's so large, any class would leave half the seats empty.

Who would have thought that this honest-looking young doctor, bearing the title of Nobel Prize nominee, would actually have such popularity?

He might end up disappointed soon, Director Guo thought.

I don't know what 912 is thinking—TIPS is an interventional procedure, so why have a radiology doctor teach anatomy?

He forgot the liver split surgery Director Wang mentioned; it simply doesn't exist in his worldview, not scientific at all.

Sigh, clinical practice is truly chaotic nowadays—each generation worse than the last.

Director Guo placed the box containing the intestinal specimen on the podium, watching the engineer install the brand‑new equipment, feeling a slight contempt.

This is all just showy fluff; it can't be taken as genuine.

As for lecturing, what matters is making it profound yet accessible, easy to understand.

Moreover, this is a hospital‑wide lecture; students from all years are present, and their comprehension abilities vary.

This poses a severe test of the lecturer's teaching ability.

Even a professional lecturer might lack this skill—how can a clinical doctor, especially a radiology one, explain anatomy clearly?

Director Guo didn't believe it.

The equipment is not bad; the engineer is actually a foreigner—this whole set must cost tens of thousands of yuan, Director Guo guessed.

It has nothing to do with him; Director Guo merely felt the students waiting for class were a bit noisy.

There are too many people; he didn't bother to put on an instructor's dignity to quiet the students.

Let this bunch of smug doctors know how hard lecturing is—he glanced at the crowded lecture hall, feeling a hint of schadenfreude.

You'd need serious presence to dare teach in Building 2. He gave a hehe laugh, casually took a front‑row seat and sat down.

Watching the engineer fine‑tune the equipment, Director Guo felt a bit bored.

Suddenly, the classroom's volume dropped a little.

Like a plague spreading, the sound waned like a wave, though it didn't disappear completely.

The students murmured softly, like wind blowing through weeds.

Director Guo turned his head; the head of the Student Affairs Office and Director Ye of the 912 Medical Department stood behind, talking to each other.

He didn't rush up to flatter the Student Affairs Office director—they manage students, not teachers' heads.

But as a division‑level official, one should still show respect; sitting in the first row felt a bit inappropriate.

Director Guo moved to the second row and sat down firmly.

He looked at the young face beside the podium observing the cadaver's intestinal specimen, feeling a bit confused.

Having a clinical director from 912 show up is one thing; having Director Ye of the Medical Department show up carries a different meaning.

Whose child is this? How can 912 go all out to support them?

Thinking of this, while the Director felt envy in his heart, his contempt also grew stronger.

Now clinical practice has sunk to this state?

That place is a hospital, a place where one makes a living by skill! Just by praising like this, could you be thinking of a turning point in clinical practice, and then going to become a leader of the 912 hospital?

At this age, he's still a bit young.

Today's cadaver teacher's intestines are probably really going to be ruined; the Director sighed in his heart.

The buzzing of people whispering to each other really makes one irritable; when can the lecture start? The Director took out his phone, glanced at the time, and there were still five minutes.

At this moment, he especially hoped the teaching would start quickly and end quickly; as for how the young Doctor Zheng would embarrass himself, the Director wasn't really looking forward to it.

It's completely meaningless; he has already seen through the truth!

The truth, there's only one possibility—he must be someone's child. Otherwise, a huge entity like 912 wouldn't dispatch the Medical Department…

Just as he thought of this, the noise in the lecture hall, which had already become much quieter, suddenly erupted.