Chapter 1813: 1750 Freedom of Friend Circles and WeChat Groups

Mao Chi was stunned for a moment, then gave a helpless wry smile.

He didn't know whether Doctor Su would actually do that; it was likely just a joke. But who would dare to bet on it? If it really happened, what then?

I heard he publishes top-tier SCI papers as easily as playing; if he really just threw in a sentence casually… that possibility is smaller, but who knows.

If that became fact, would the Medical University Affiliated Hospital still have any face?

Seeing Sun Chao's face turn as purple as an eggplant, Mao Chi hurried to smooth things over, saying, "Doctor Su, that's too expensive."

"Just joking, Director Mao." Su Yun chuckled, in high spirits, "Do you all have to be so serious in surgery? As serious as my boss? If you did surgery like that, it would be utterly boring."

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MMP! Sun Chao cursed silently.

"The forceps are made of alloy; even if the world were destroyed, they'd probably still be around, carrying our memories until tens of millions of years later, when a bunch of monkeys discover them." Su Yun muttered, "Old Zhao, you take the patient to the ICU, I'm leaving."

Zhao Yunlong realized he was the most innocent of all.

"Old Zhao, what's that expression?" Su Yun glanced at Zhao Yunlong and said, "It feels good to let your gaze unfocus when you space out; I recommend it."

Having said that, he just walked off casually.

Lao He hehe-laughed; today he was in too much of a rush, and before the surgery he didn't even give himself time to play Good Luck Come.

Without Good Luck Come, Yun Ge'er became much more active on the operating table.

Looking back now, it seems the melody of Good Luck Come had the effect of helping Yun Ge'er concentrate.

Every time this song was played as background music, Yun Ge'er would speak far less.

Boss Zheng really is capable—everyone knows that!

……

Zheng Ren stepped down, first went to the operating room, and said a few words to Feng Xu Hui.

Little Feng comes whenever called; Zheng Ren knows how much passion and focus have been poured into this. After the surgery is done, not saying a couple of words always feels like something's missing.

If they were in Hai Cheng, Zheng Ren wouldn't have realized this.

Performing surgery one case after another, this stone of his is also gradually changing.

"How is Xiao Jie's friend's lightning-like pain doing?" Zheng Ren sat at the computer, watching Professor Rudolf Wagner's surgery footage while asking.

"Better." Liu Xiao Jie immediately replied, "After three weeks, it gets a little better each day."

"It'll gradually get better. Fugui'er, you come." Zheng Ren said.

"Heh heh, Boss?" Professor Rudolf Wagner had been standing beside Zheng Ren all along; hearing himself called, he spoke directly.

"When you place the venous filter, your hand position is a bit off, causing a delay of about a second." Zheng Ren said, "I've corrected you many times already; it's probably a habit from when you first learned surgery."

The professor looked a bit troubled, "Eh, Boss."

"If you can't fix it, forget it; nothing's perfect. I can see you hesitated a bit, and it seems not as smooth as your previous moves. It's no big deal—next time, however you do it is fine." Zheng Ren quickly finished watching the professor's surgery, confirmed there was no error, and stood up.

"Boss, where should we eat tonight? Everyone's here." Su Yun came out and asked.

"Whatever, I don't care."

"Don't go anywhere, let's eat together tonight. Boss, call off that banquet over there—I really don't want to see anyone from the Medical University Affiliated Hospital." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren knew it wasn't about how the people from the Medical University Affiliated Hospital were; it was that during that time he'd done the procedure to extract a bullet, and Su Yun hadn't gone up, so he bore a grudge against everyone at the hospital.

He might even find their parking lot displeasing to look at.

Does Su Yun need a reason to be contemptuous of people?

Absolutely not.

"Got it." Zheng Ren said, then turned and left.

Feng Xu Hui wanted to follow, but Su Yun pulled him back.

"Why are you following? Over there are Director Yuan, President Zhang, and Director Ye." Su Yun put his arm around Feng Xu Hui's shoulders, laughing, "If you go over like that, are you just asking Director Yuan to scold you?"

Feng Xu Hui quickly nodded.

Not allowing medical suppliers into the operating room was a rule set a year ago.

Boss Zheng still brought him in here because his work is meticulous, and Boss Zheng's prestige keeps rising; everyone turns a blind eye, pretending not to notice.

But that's pretending to be confused while actually understanding.

Rushing over, the one who sticks out gets shot—bang—and half of his martial arts is ruined.

"Yun Ge'er, the surgery today was really fast." Feng Xu Hui said with a smile.

"Uh, I forgot something." Su Yun said, "Take your phone and come in with me."

Having said that, Su Yun rushed into the operating room, put on a sterile glove, and began fiddling with a 12 cm clot.

He first used the hemostatic forceps as a reference, having Feng Xu Hui take a picture. But ordinary people wouldn't know its length, so Su Yun then found various other references, taking pictures of each.

"Yun Ge'er, what are you doing?" Feng Xu Hui asked while taking photos.

"This is a case report; it needs photos and solid evidence for those judges whose eyes are on the back of their heads to believe it's real." Su Yun said, "Besides, don't you think posing with the clot is cool?"

Feng Xu Hui truly couldn't empathize.

But seeing Lao He join in after finishing his own tasks, Feng Xu Hui seemed to grasp something—though he couldn't say exactly what.

Not being a doctor, it's really hard to understand the psychology of posing with a 12 cm clot.

Lao He pretended to be offhand, smiling narrowly as he got Feng Xu Hui to hand over the photos, and added him on WeChat.

"Lao He, you wouldn't want to post to Moments to show off, would you?" Su Yun asked.

"No way!" Lao He said.

Su Yun didn't believe him.

"Just Moments isn't enough!" Lao He raised his voice a bit, saying, "The anesthesia groups—I've joined five of them, and I have to post photos in each!"

"Hahaha!" Su Yun laughed loudly.

"What an achievement—a 12 cm clot in the main trunk of the right pulmonary artery—scare the hell out of them!" Lao He clenched his right fist, looking somewhat excited.

"Little Feng, you see, that's what an old man is." Su Yun said to Feng Xu Hui contemptuously: "An old man's dream is to achieve freedom in friends' circles and WeChat groups."

"Yun Ge'er, you shouldn't say that." Lao He, not angry either, smiled and said: "Before, someone showed off a 6cm blood clot in the group, still the broken kind. After seeing it, I felt their Shou Bing level was really damn strong."

"Do you know now?" Su Yun looked at the blood clot, his voice became a little softer.

"Even stronger, could there be anyone stronger than Boss Zheng?" Lao He laughed.

"The boss isn't here, no need to flatter so loudly." Su Yun said.

"Yun Ge'er, first, what I'm saying is the truth. Secondly, cautious solitude, I now use this term as my own code of conduct." Lao He said seriously.

Su Yun shrugged; Lao He, this guy, is hopeless.