Chapter 1796: with translation of chapter title

Day after day, Zheng Ren's days were as plain as water.

In the morning he went to the Community Hospital to see patients, then did rounds in 912, and performed surgery. Every day was the same, yet he did not find it tedious.

"Boss, Da Liu's side has trouble again, and Neurosurgery also has problems." Su Yun walked in, sat on the sofa in the operating suite, crossed her legs, and said.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren looked at the screen; Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei were performing surgery.

The fourth surgery was about to end; he spent each day following routine, and Zheng Ren was accustomed to this rhythm.

Not as busy as Hai Cheng's Emergency Department; although the Community Hospital's patients were increasing, the number of doctors coming for further training was also growing, so the overall workload was still acceptable to Zheng Ren.

He saw Liu Zewei complete the puncture in one attempt, almost perfect, no longer looking at the stent, he turned his body to look at Su Yun.

The difficulty of TIPS surgery lies in that one needle puncture; if the puncture succeeds, the rest is trivial.

Even if one wanted to fail, it would be hard.

Moreover, whether it was the professor or Liu Zewei, in interventional surgery they had reached or were about to reach master‑level doctors.

Put them outside, they are all outstanding talents of the moment; but under my direction they are just used as junior doctors.

Moreover, their surgical coordination is becoming increasingly proficient.

Zheng Ren was considering how, after Liu Zewei left, the trainee doctors on this side should rotate surgeries.

What did Su Yun say? Zheng Ren only remembered that there seemed to be some trouble, but he couldn't recall anything.

"Da Liu has run into trouble again." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren's clueless expression, feeling helpless, shrugged her shoulders, and said.

"Didn't Da Liu say his brain trauma was already healed?" Zheng Ren asked: "Has there been a relapse? Or is he secretly drinking in the ward…?"

"His wife brought her lover to divorce him and demand a share of the property." Su Yun said: "Then it is said that Da Liu slapped that person, and the neurosurgery nurses and doctors rushed to rescue him. The person died directly, and the autopsy indicated his heart had ruptured."

"Heart rupture? From a slap?" Zheng Ren exclaimed in surprise.

A slap and heart rupture have nothing to do with each other; could it be that they now suspect the neurosurgery team caused it by external cardiac compression?

"Hmm, yesterday's incident—the person is currently undergoing autopsy." Su Yun said: "I asked around, and the patients in the ward at the time said…"

He briefly recounted what had happened then; the other patients and their families were all agitated, and even a young man said he was willing to testify for Da Liu.

Bullying people isn't done like this; it's possible to drive an honest person to death. When the road is uneven, others shovel it away, and occasionally there are still those who uphold justice and speak out.

But the matter involving Neurosurgery is not so easy to explain.

After hearing Su Yun finish the account, Zheng Ren frowned and said: "A 24‑year‑old male patient—can the heart just rupture like that? Even if the ribs are fractured, it's hard to imagine them crushing the heart to rupture."

"I said the same thing."

"Where is the autopsy being done?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Li Zhaosen's side." Su Yun said, "So I hurried to tell you—if there's something, reporting to the leader is a good habit, right?"

"Indeed not bad." Zheng Ren disliked being the scapegoat, but he knew Da Liu personally. Although he looked down on Da Liu's way of handling things, he was still an honest person, and helping him even a little was worthwhile.

Furthermore, on the day Da Liu was diagnosed with an epidural hematoma, Su Yun sent him to Neurosurgery. If we were to drag the Neurosurgery staff into this matter, it would be pointless.

Su Yun was also somewhat involved; if she didn't help, she would feel embarrassed to greet Neurosurgery staff in the future.

"There's still one patient; after we finish, we'll leave. I'll first talk to Li Zhaosen." Zheng Ren said.

"Tsk tsk, truly dedicated." Su Yun wasn't sure whether she was mocking Zheng Ren; she sat on the sofa, not in a hurry, holding her phone, not knowing who she was chatting with.

Zheng Ren turned back, saw the stent had already been deployed, slowly opening to establish a passage. There was nothing interesting to watch here; he waited for the next surgery to finish and then left directly.

He took out his phone, found Li Zhaosen's number, and dialed.

"Boss Zheng, I'm busy right now; I'll call you back when I'm free." Li Zhaosen said succinctly, but one could hear his pleasure at Zheng Ren's call.

"Teacher Li, is this the autopsy of the heart rupture?" Zheng Ren asked: "Would it be convenient for me to take a look?"

Zheng Ren didn't know the rules for autopsies, nor whether others were qualified to view them.

When he was in school, Zheng Ren's institution also performed some autopsy work. Whenever an autopsy took place, crowds of students gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Back then it wasn't regulated, and everything was the same; now it's not necessarily so, and it's hard to say whether one counts as an unrelated person.

"Boss Zheng, look at what you're saying." Li Zhaosen said: "Right, I'll ask."

As he spoke, chaos erupted on his end: "Hey you, wait a sec. Give me the phone, I…"

The phone was hung up.

This person… truly is a technique‑obsessed dog, and a purebred one at that—purer than myself, Zheng Ren reflected.

Presumably Li Zhaosen was performing the autopsy, hadn't picked up his phone; it was someone nearby who answered and put the receiver to his ear.

He received the same treatment as the lead surgeon during an operation.

"How so?" Su Yun asked.

"Just a moment." Zheng Ren saw the surgery finish, brought in another patient, and then focused again on the operation.

Things must be done one by one, steadily and reliably; otherwise accidents will surely happen.

Soon, Li Zhaosen's phone rang back.

"Boss Zheng, I checked: the Anatomy Teaching and Research Office is one of the external autopsy units of the Municipal Bureau; if you want to come and view, you need to be affiliated with that office. You're not a professor at the Fu Yuan Hospital, are you? I've directly brought you in."

"…" Zheng Ren was speechless, thinking: "How chaotic is the staffing at Fu Yuan Hospital?"

He had no idea that after giving a lecture at Fu Yuan Hospital, the Anatomy Teaching and Research Office had already acted, counting him as an adjunct professor.

Li Zhaosen was just saying that; the procedures were hardly a problem.

"I'll wait a moment for you; when you arrive we'll proceed. If you find it troublesome, I'll just chase everyone else away." Li Zhaosen said excitedly.

"First tell me what's going on." Zheng Ren spoke bluntly; Li Zhaosen was equally blunt, so Zheng Ren relaxed.

"The deceased is a 24‑year‑old male; autopsy revealed heart rupture, with an acute large‑area myocardial infarction in the posterior wall of the left ventricle near the apex." Li Zhaosen began to "report" his work to Zheng Ren.

"What do you think?" Zheng Ren asked.

"We suspect a myocardial infarction and are still ruling out other factors." Li Zhaosen said, "External compression is possible, but unlikely, given the location on the posterior wall. However, the deceased's family insists the death was caused by trauma and cardiac compression."

"Alright, then wait a moment; I still have two surgeries here, I'll be over in about an hour."

Having settled the matter with Li Zhaosen, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"Boss, a 24-year-old heart attack—do you think it's possible?" Su Yun asked.

"The autopsy results are usually quite straightforward; it looks like there shouldn't be any problems." Zheng Ren said.

"I'll think about it again."