Chapter 1695: 1638 Extremely Like Love (Section Chief BIowfiy Bonus Chapter)

The airtight lead door closed, and Xie Yiren walked out.

She still found an inconspicuous spot where she could overlook the operating suite and the screen, and quietly watched.

"Yi Ren, come here?" Lin Ge waved with a smile.

Xie Yiren shook her head.

There were too many people over there, and the view wasn't necessarily any better.

"Fugui'er, make an oblique puncture point." Zheng Ren's voice came over the speaker; in this hybrid operating suite, the airtight lead door closed and the intercom was automatically turned on so the surgeon and assistant could communicate.

"Mm, is it for a large flow?"

"Hmm, the largest vascular sheath I see is an F sheath; that should be enough."

Hearing Zheng Ren's voice, Xie Yiren's eyes curved like a waning crescent moon.

The guidewire and catheter went in smoothly; Professor Rudolf Wagner indeed stopped his movements, then Zheng Ren stepped up, their coordination seamless— the roles of surgeon and assistant were obvious without needing to be stated.

The deputy chief of cardiothoracic surgery remained silent.

He also felt a bit dazed, wondering what it was like to have a world‑renowned professor as a long‑term assistant.

One minute later, Zheng Ren began pressing the pedal.

The guidewire had reached the inferior vena cava and then entered the pericardial cavity.

Inside the right ventricular cavity, a clear image appeared on the screen.

Bullet!

The post‑angiography image was so typical that Department Chief Tian's mouth fell open like a fish. Fortunately he was wearing a mask, otherwise he would have looked utterly strange.

After the angiography, having located the bullet's position, Zheng Ren twisted the one‑way goose‑neck tube into a bend and then pushed it forward.

"You didn't notice the bullet in the heart?" Director Liu asked.

But no one answered.

He turned his head and saw only a few stiff faces from the cardiothoracic surgery team, eyes unblinking on the screen; Director Liu sighed inwardly.

Chief Tian's expression was wooden, betraying a feeling of utter disbelief and a lack of will to live.

Section Chief Ma nudged Chief Tian, signaling Director Liu to ask him a question.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Chief Tian asked blankly.

Director Liu snorted coldly, truly embarrassing to the extreme.

"Fugui'er, once you've snared it, watch the angle with your right hand," Zheng Ren's voice came over the intercom.

"Mm, it won't maim Zhang Guang," Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

The one‑way goose‑neck tube entered the right ventricular cavity; a faint afterimage flashed on the screen, and before anyone could see what happened, the loop had snared the dark bullet's shadow.

Capturing from outside to inside, the angle was tricky, yet it was done in one swift motion.

"Oh my god, Boss, teach me that move later." A strong corn‑like smell burst from the intercom, stinging the nose.

"Surgery first."

After the one‑way goose‑neck tube was looped, the catheter rotated slightly, counter‑clockwise pulling the bullet from the right ventricle into the right atrium.

"What anesthesia is the patient on?" Director Liu suddenly asked.

"Sedated, he's asleep." Lin Ge's attention was on the old man in lead clothing standing at the patient's head.

In a sedated state, Boss Zheng was simply overconfident.

This had originally been Lin Ge's biggest worry, but seeing the dark shadow move from the right ventricle to the right atrium while the patient lay still, he relaxed.

What's there to worry about when Boss Zheng handles things? He's sharp as ever.

Worried that the staff at the affiliated hospital wouldn't be reliable, he'd brought all the assistants from 912, even at the risk of offending everyone here.

He himself really didn't need to worry, and Lin Ge smiled.

Effort, and the payoff came immediately— this was practically perfect!

Right atrium, inferior vena cava, femoral vein— after a series of maneuvers, Zheng Ren secured the bullet.

He stopped pressing the pedal and said over the intercom, "Yi Ren, come up."

1.25 seconds before he spoke, Xie Yiren had already risen the moment she stopped pressing the pedal, opened the airtight lead door, and went to scrub in and go up.

"What are you doing?" the deputy chief asked dazedly.

Lin Ge really didn't want to get into an argument.

The surgery ended cleanly, swiftly, smoothly—but… do you think it was some kind of magic trick?

The bullet, that hard‑as‑rock thing— how do you pull it out from the vascular sheath placed through the puncture?

No matter how varied the techniques, they're essentially the same at their core.

Make an incision, take it out.

Lin Ge had figured it all out— this deputy chief of surgery actually had to ask what to do.

He must have been dumbfounded.

Lin Ge sighed.

The sigh sounded like a hammer striking the hearts of everyone at the university‑affiliated hospital.

No mockery was spoken, yet it was worse than outright mockery.

Director Liu couldn't stay seated; he stood up, smiled, and said, "A lifetime professor from Massachusetts General Hospital— truly extraordinary skill."

Chief Tian and the deputy chief were both stunned.

Massachusetts General Hospital? A lifetime professor? What the heck is that?

"Director Liu, you've heard about it?" Lin Ge said with a grin, "When our medical department received the letter from Massachusetts General Hospital, we could hardly believe it either."

Director Liu had no choice; his own people were already dumbfounded, so the only way to save the affiliated hospital's face was to praise Boss Zheng to the hilt.

"I heard Dean Yuan say that, and now I see— Boss Zheng certainly lives up to his reputation."

"That's, that's." Lin Ge also wasn't polite, he directly agreed.

Come on, let's go check the platform.

Dean Liu said, walking ahead into the Operating Room.

A sterile package was opened layer by layer; Xie Yiren scrubbed her hands, put on her clothes, came to the instrument table, and opened the last two layers of the wrapping.

What is this?

Oh, this is the surgical equipment that Zheng Lao Ban got from the Mayo Clinic, gifted by Nobel Prize winner Dr. Charles. Lin Ge said, even he was stunned.

Using Zheng Lao Ban to show off, it's really effective everywhere.

Just pulling out something random is enough to leave the people of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital dumbfounded.

Dean Liu felt they really couldn't communicate properly.

Bringing people was bad enough, but now they even have to bring Surgical Instruments?

Damn it, can't we make do with the instruments of our Medical University Affiliated Hospital?!

Lin Ge watched Xie Yiren skillfully install the blade from the sterile package, then said: "The blade is custom-made in Germany, 233 dollars each."

The atmosphere grew oppressive.

Not only the Deputy Chief of cardiothoracic surgery, but from Director Tian to Section Chief Ma, and then Dean Liu, all felt heavy-hearted.

Judging by the price, it really can't be made to do.

How can a one-dollar-twenty blade compare to a 233-dollar blade?

Zheng Ren didn't notice what everyone was saying; the professor turned and became a surgical assistant.

Actually, performing this surgery on Su Yun would be the most suitable. But that guy is giving a lesson at Capital Medical University, the two things clash, and there's nothing to be done.

But Professor Rudolf Wagner has also been exposed to surgery; simple tasks like wiping blood and exposing the Operating Field are still doable.

Under Zheng Ren's guidance, he hooked, eyes widened, after cutting off the femoral vein, seeing Zheng Ren cut open, he used tweezers to take out a bullet 11mm long and 5mm wide.

The pathology basin had already appeared in Zheng Ren's hand; the crisp sound of the bullet being thrown into the basin echoed in the ears of everyone at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, like love.

Suturing the femoral vein, rinsing. No one noticed how superb the suturing technique was.

Everyone's attention was on that yellowish-orange bullet.

It really… was taken out from inside the heart.