Chapter 1693: with translation of chapter title

40 minutes later, the patient was sent to the Operating Room.

Feng Xu Hui carried a large rolling suitcase, following behind Zheng Ren.

Hearing what Zheng Ren needed, Feng Xu Hui felt his work was truly not in vain.

Controllable catheter sheath, unidirectional goose-neck tube set—these are not routinely used items, but after studying Chief Zheng's surgery I bought several sets at my own expense from foreign manufacturers as backups.

Opportunity is left to those who are prepared; recalling this saying now, it is especially correct.

Zheng Ren saw that Feng Xu Hui was prepared and felt relieved. Earlier he had been worried that Feng Xu Hui lacked preparation and would have to personally reshape the guidewire.

But the consumables I bent on the table are certainly not as good as the standard unidirectional goose-neck tube set.

Although the unidirectional goose-neck tube set also needs some modification, in that case the changes are minor and especially simple.

"Boss, can you really extract the bullet from the heart? The bullet has been fired in, hasn't the heart been completely shattered?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

"Going in via the subclavian vein, it's not a direct shot to the heart." Zheng Ren said.

Besides Feng Xu Hui, Professor Rudolf Wagner, Xie Yiren, and Lao He were also called over.

I called Su Yun, but he didn't answer. He's probably enjoying a wave of applause at Capital Medical University, giving a lesson proudly.

Zheng Ren recalled countless mosaics appearing before him, some of which were amusing.

Giving a lesson is really boring; performing surgery makes me happier.

In the changing room of the Operating Room, the Team-leading Professor gave Zheng Ren and others each a set of sterile garments.

Although he looked unhappy, he didn't make things difficult for me over these small matters.

Zheng Ren also felt strange; I hadn't said anything, yet I ended up like this.

But whether someone is happy or not is a trivial matter; he doesn't take it to heart.

How to perform the surgery well is what matters most.

Lao He asked: "Zheng Lao Ban, is just staying calm enough?"

He had just glanced at the patient; the condition was good, a young man as strong as a calf. As for medication dosage and such, Lao He knew the numbers.

Asking Zheng Lao Ban again would seem more formal and respectful, and also bring us closer.

Going abroad to perform surgery is truly like walking at night in fine clothes.

But coming to the nearby Medical University Affiliated Hospital, many anesthesiologists here are known to me. Coming here directly to perform surgery, what does it signify?

My skill is higher than yours!

Lao He's chest was puffed up high; although he didn't say it, that proud feeling was already overflowing.

This matter is really refreshing!

After more than twenty years in medicine, since obtaining his doctorate, Lao He has never felt this proud.

He had never considered the possibility of surgical failure; Zheng Lao Ban had even done heart parasites, so what's the difference in extracting a bullet from the heart?

Doing it is normal; not doing it is nonsense.

"Hmm, just staying calm is fine." Zheng Ren said calmly: "If I can extract it, the surgery will end quickly. If extraction fails, we'll immediately switch to general anesthesia. Upon entry, first check the extracorporeal circulation equipment. Although it's almost never needed, we still need to guard against emergencies."

"Zheng Lao Ban, you performing the surgery yourself won't be a problem." Lao He laughed.

"Be cautious." Zheng Ren said: "Lao He, you must be cautious, think of all possible complications."

Lao He put away his frivolous smile, nodded repeatedly, and went in to check all equipment as Zheng Ren instructed.

Zheng Ren lagged behind, discussing the surgery process with the professor, and arrived at the hybrid surgery suite.

After they entered, Director Tian and another deputy director came in.

"What the hell is this!" Director Tian said angrily.

"Director, please don't be angry." The Deputy Chief comforted: "We won't say where the bullet is; even if it's in the heart, you'd have to open the chest, right? If interventional surgery could extract the bullet, I'd swallow it directly."

Director Tian snorted: "The Medical Department too, finding some quack doctor and actually believing that damn Nobel Prize is real? Standing on stage eating a small apple, then coming back spouting nonsense."

"Exactly." The Deputy Chief continued: "But you can't just ignore it; if the surgery is botched, they'll walk away, and in the end we'll still have to clean up the mess."

Thinking of this, Director Tian let out a long sigh.

Cleaning up the mess, wiping others' backsides—however you think about it, it's depressing.

"Director, what do you think the likelihood is of the bullet being in the heart?" The Deputy Chief, sensing the awkward atmosphere, asked softly. Say something, don't just bury your head in changing clothes.

"Bullshit!" Director Tian, who usually doesn't swear this much in a year, shouted: "How could it be in the heart? How did it get in? The heart's blood supply is rich; probing in would just cause cardiac tamponade. The patient has no symptoms; how could a bullet burrow into the heart?"

He said it very definitely.

Not only from physical signs, but the echocardiogram also gave hints.

It's absolutely impossible; only those mechanical folks would think a bullet in the heart is possible.

Do you even understand medicine!

He felt a sense of helplessness, thinking work was truly impossible. A bunch of laypeople pointing fingers actually believed such nonsense like magic tricks.

Director Tian changed clothes in anger.

"Director, don't be angry." The Deputy Chief laughed: "I'm also curious; if we can't find the bullet in the heart, how will this case be resolved?"

"Resolution?" Director Tian sneered: "If we can't find any foreign object, I'll go to the hospital administration for an explanation; I won't tolerate being bullied like this."

"Director, please." The Deputy Chief hurriedly urged: "They said it's a surgery approved by Director Liu; you know his temper."

Director Tian was just venting; he couldn't actually go cause a scene in the hospital.

"Go back and write this in the medical record." Director Tian said coldly.

"Uh..." The Deputy Chief was stunned.

Medical records are legal documents; some things must be written, such as changes in the patient's condition. But once these administrative matters are written down, it means a complete falling-out.

"Just write it; I'll make rounds and give opinions. But the hospital and Professor Zheng 912... hey, professor? Professor Zheng insisted on the surgery, persuasion failed. During the surgery, exploration found no foreign object."

"Director..."

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility!" Director Tian said coldly.

Deputy Chief gave a wry smile, Director Tian—this has really made him angry. The information recorded in the medical record needs to be archived, and it's very difficult to modify.

Even if one obtains permission to make changes, the backend also keeps a record.

Afterward, as long as a fuss kicks up, Director Tian can throw the medical record in everyone's face, pointing at their nose and scolding them.

Sigh, this matter has become a fuss.

How could a bullet end up in the heart? This isn't a joke, the Deputy Chief thought to himself.

If one really used interventional surgery to remove the bullet, one would have swallowed it!