Chapter 1700

Zheng Ren agreed to gastric fundus and left gastric artery embolization surgery; Lin JiaoJiao felt a stone drop in her heart.

Although given Zheng Lao Ban's character, his promises won't be broken, that's certain. But Lin JiaoJiao has invested too much heart and blood into this, already at the point where she cannot give up.

If Zheng Ren didn't agree for a day, she couldn't sleep peacefully that day.

Tomorrow admit patients, the day after surgery, the matter settled, the atmosphere at the table became much more lively.

Zhu Liangchen's purpose is also clear; the sensible ones don't go fight Zhou Chun Yong for the TIPS surgery piece, but instead set their sights on gastric fundus, left gastric artery embolization procedure.

From a money-making angle, this is a gold nugget. But from an academic angle, no matter how many such surgeries are done, they will be ignored.

"By the way, Director Zhu, I have something I'd like to trouble you with." Zheng Ren thought of something, didn't think much, and asked directly.

"Oh?" Zhu Liangchen became interested.

"There's a doctor who can do TIPS surgery; back home, medical reform, wants to come out and give it a try—can you arrange for him to work under you?" Zheng Ren asked casually.

Zhu Liangchen was stunned.

He didn't know what Zheng Ren meant—arrange a person, for further training or something else? For further training, he could just say hello to the Science and Education Department.

If it's an externally hired employee, the procedures seem much more cumbersome.

Zhu Liangchen was about to answer when he immediately felt something was off, and began to quickly calculate this matter.

Zheng Lao Ban was asking me to handle something for the first time, but I couldn't take it lightly—this was an opportunity for all sorts of unpleasantness before the rectification.

Doctors, hometown, able to perform TIPS Surgery...

These keywords swirled in Zhu Liangchen's mind—definitely not further study! A doctor who can perform TIPS Surgery coming here for further study? That's nonsense.

Across the country, as long as you can perform TIPS Surgery, where would you not have a bite to eat? And you shouldn't eat too well!

External hire?

An external hire—what did Zheng Lao Ban say to me?

912 can be externally hired anytime, anywhere.

He subconsciously glanced at Director Kong, seeing his own boss with a completely clueless expression—obviously he had no idea about this.

What does Zheng Lao Ban mean?

"Director Zhu?" Zheng Ren saw Zhu Liangchen not speaking, and asked somewhat strangely.

This situation is getting a bit big—I just wanted Liu Xu zhi to go work for him, yet he ended up manipulating me?

Zhu Liangchen could detect the unhappiness in Zheng Ren's tone—although only a hint—but he accurately caught it.

What on earth am I thinking!

The relationship between Zhou Chun Yong in the opposite ward and Zheng Lao Ban couldn't be better—no need to speak; as soon as Zhou Chun Yong sees this person, he'll definitely drag him over.

The competition with Zhou Chun Yong instantly energized Zhu Liangchen.

Zheng Lao Ban's demand certainly won't be that simple—not further study, nor could it be an external hire… Could it be that he wants me to secure a position?

Thinking this through, Zhu Liangchen's face instantly turned extremely grim.

The position in Di Du's hepatobiliary department is forged of pure gold—no adulteration.

Just one sentence and you want a position?

He was a bit unhappy, but after a moment's thought, his mind turned to Zhou Chun Yong again.

Given Zhou Chun Yong's character, he'll go all‑in, betting everything. Wanting to compete with him is truly exhausting.

"If Director Zhu finds it difficult, then…" Zheng Ren saw Zhu Liangchen not speaking for a while, and said lightly.

He had spoken only half when Zhu Liangchen interrupted.

"Not difficult, how could it be difficult." Zhu Liangchen said: "Come to my place, I'll handle the position. Tell Zheng Lao Ban to inform your friend—within three days, the position will surely be secured!"

All eyes were on Zhu Liangchen—did he know what he was saying?

A position in Di Du's hepatobiliary department, a Di Du hukou—these are harder than climbing to heaven in the eyes of most people.

Zheng Ren also froze for a moment, then laughed: "Director Zhu, a position—then I'll thank you on behalf of my friend first."

"You're too polite, it's just a small matter." Zhu Liangchen said, gritting his back teeth.

Although he is the director of Interventional Section Two of Di Du's hepatobiliary department, arranging a position still requires mobilizing enormous resources and paying a heavy price.

Lao He was stunned.

A position in Di Du's hepatobiliary department—Zheng Lao Ban settles it with just a casual remark? Afterwards he doesn't even offer a cup of wine, merely expressing thanks in a bland way and calling it done?

This is way too hasty, isn't it?

Really, no matter what industry, if you reach peak condition, you're awesome. Zheng Lao Ban is mighty! Lao He continued in his heart to cheer for Zheng Ren.

Afterwards the atmosphere at the meal relaxed; Zheng Ren wasn't too concerned, his eyes held only Xie Yiren.

【They said write quickly…】

The phone rang; Zheng Ren glanced at it. He had thought it would be Su Yun—at this time, the lesson should have ended—but he hadn't expected it to be Wu Hui.

"Wu Hui, hello." Zheng Ren and Wu Hui were still relatively unfamiliar; the politeness carried a hint of unfamiliarity.

"Oh?"

Afterwards, Zheng Ren remained silent, listening to what Wu Hui was saying on the phone.

Originally Lao He was still telling a joke, but seeing Zheng Lao Ban start to answer the phone, he stopped abruptly. The room began to quiet down, and everyone looked at Zheng Ren.

"Alright, then see you tomorrow."

"So urgent? We're having a meal. I'll send you the address via WeChat—just have her come directly."

Having said that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

Seeing everyone looking at him, he smiled and said: "A friend of Wu Hui's says he's currently holding a concert in Di Du and is stopping by for a visit."

"A visit?"

"Probably just to see a doctor; otherwise a visit would be useless." Zheng Ren had also grown accustomed to this—since coming to Di Du, the situation has opened up, and more and more people come to him for medical care.

"A concert recently? Is it Zhang Xuanya?" Xie Yiren asked.

Well, if they say it's HyunA, then that's her.

My son went to see her concert; if I had known, I would have brought him here to eat and directly ask for an autograph, Zhu Liangchen said with a chuckle.

Actually, his inner self isn't as calm as his words and demeanor suggest.

Zhang Xuanya, a top-tier artist, successfully transitioned from a newcomer to a top-tier success story. Her fame and popularity could surpass Chen Peilan, giving her a chance to compete for the top female position.

Such people, especially artists from Hong Kong, usually go for health maintenance or simply go abroad.

The fact that Zheng Boss can receive visitors in person is somewhat beyond Zhu Liangchen's worldview.

Seeing that Zheng Ren had something to attend to, they ate faster. After all, they'd been isolated for three days, and Zheng Boss still needed to rest—pulling an all-nighter was out of the question.

Doctors, especially lead surgeons, need to keep their energy and stamina up.

A few minutes later, the private room door opened; Su Yun's face flushed, her black hair flying, she marched in excited and proud.

"Done with the lecture?" Zheng Ren asked, smiling.

"It's over, you didn't even see it—the students were completely stunned. If the student affairs office hadn't mobilized everyone, Capital Medical University would have had a major incident tonight." Su Yun sat beside Chang Yue, picked up a sealed bottle of Moutai, opened it, and took a sip.

Zheng Ren smiled; it was to be expected.

"How did the surgery go? How was it finished?" Su Yun asked while eating.

They're all our own people, so he isn't polite at all.

"The diagnosis is a cardiac foreign body, a bullet embolism, removed through interventional surgery." Zheng Ren said calmly.

One sentence hit Su Yun like a thunderbolt.

Just moments ago her wildly flying black hair drooped, as if all her energy had been sucked away in an instant.

"A cardiac foreign body? How did it get into the heart? I thought it was a subcutaneous foreign body, at most in the muscle layer..." Su Yun grew angrier as she spoke, her earlier smugness fading away.

"The clavicle is fractured, the subclavian vein damaged, the bullet drilled in, rode the venous blood into the heart, and ended up lodged in the right ventricle." Zheng Ren explained.

"..." Su Yun felt even the sealed Moutai tasted awful.

I actually missed such a rare cardiac foreign-body surgery—thanks to that jerk Zhou Chun Yong!

There's no good time to bring the gross specimen; they insist on doing it today.

Su Yun redirected her resentment toward Zhou Chun Yong.

Zheng Ren's phone rang; he saw it was an unknown number and answered.

After saying a few words, he hung up and told Director Kong, "Director, I'll go check the situation."

Director Kong waved his hand, indicating that Zheng Ren should go alone.

Su Yun glanced at him and asked, "What's up?"

"HyunA is looking for me; she said she's in another private room and won't show up." Zheng Ren felt a bit awkward but didn't think much of it.

"She's got enough attitude that even her assistant won't show up?" Su Yun scoffed, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said, "I'll go with you."

Just eat your meal properly.

With your temper, you're bound to get talked down to.

"At most it's just a check-up, not that serious." Zheng Ren smiled, "Everyone keep eating; I'll go take a look."

He let go of Xie Yiren's hand and stood up.

Su Yun followed behind Zheng Ren and asked, "Was the surgery smooth?"

This guy can't stop thinking about the surgery.

"It went smoothly; I called Yi Ren, Lao He, and Fugui'er over." Zheng Ren said.

His words were like knives; Su Yun's heart was bleeding.

While asking for details, the two walked out of the private room, and Zheng Ren glanced left and right.

Although it's strange, Su Yun is right— not even her assistant showing up is a bit over the top. But Zheng Ren didn't think much of it; sick people can have odd tempers.

A young girl stood outside the private room; seeing Zheng Ren come out, she carefully recognized him and eagerly said, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Zheng?"

"I am."

"Hello." She extended her hand and said enthusiastically, "I'm Ms. HyunA's assistant; she's unable to come meet you in person, so please excuse her, Mr. Zheng."

After saying that, she also greeted Su Yun.

Upon seeing Su Yun, she momentarily froze, slightly losing her composure.

She then led Zheng Ren and Su Yun upstairs.

Arriving at the top floor, there was only one room, which must be it. Two bodyguards in black suits stood at the door, wearing sunglasses, and Zheng Ren felt a bit foolish.

Can you see clearly? Probably not.

Can't see anything clearly, still acting as a thread bodyguard. Like Fan Tian Shui's type—appears harmless to humans and beasts, but when finally striking, it's like a thunderbolt strike—only then is it truly formidable.