Chapter 1925: 1857 Learning to Look the Part (Alliance Leader Avera Extra Chapter 4)

I'm going to Sister Lin's hospital to get Old Liu to do a few surgeries.

Zheng Ren sent a message to Xie Yiren.

Oh, you're not hungry? Don't let your blood sugar drop. Wait a moment, I'll get you some chocolate.

Zheng Ren held his phone, laughing hehe.

"Why are you grinning like a thief?" Su Yun asked.

"It's fine, don't push yourself too hard, Old Liu. It's not worth getting a heart attack again right after surgery." Zheng Ren said.

"With Old Liu's meager savings, how can he survive in the capital without working hard? You're just talking easy while sitting comfortably." Su Yun said disdainfully.

"You also need to look after your health." Zheng Ren said: "Go get Old Liu to do a couple of surgeries; if the surgeries go quickly, work will be easier later."

"Are you sure Old Liu will understand what you mean?"

"In Pengxi Township I've observed that his talent is medium‑high, not up to yours or Mu Tao's, but if he focuses on one procedure he should be fine." Zheng Ren said.

"You're way too confident!" Su Yun said: "How should I put it? Should I praise you?"

"The difference in skill level prevents you from understanding certain things."

"..."

After changing clothes, Su Yun hailed a car and rushed to Lin JiaoJiao's Yimei Meirong Hospital.

This was Zheng Ren's first time here.

Although it's outside the Sixth Ring Road, the capital's metropolitan area has expanded, so this is no longer a suburb but part of the city center.

Never mind anything else; just the plot of land for Lin JiaoJiao's Yimei Meirong is worth a tidy sum. It was allocated early, back when the Fifth Ring Road probably didn't even exist. If it were now, Lin JiaoJiao's net worth...

Actually, looking back, the money Lin JiaoJiao has earned over years of hard work seems less than what she could get selling a plot of land and a radiology license.

That's also pretty absurd.

Zheng Ren wasn't interested in any of that; his focus was solely on medicine. He strode into the hospital and headed straight for the operating room.

Lin JiaoJiao had been waiting outside the operating room since early morning.

Upon seeing Zheng Ren, Lin JiaoJiao greeted him with a beaming face.

"Boss Zheng, you've finally come to my little place. I've been waiting eagerly, longing for your arrival."

"I've been out on a mission lately, sorry about that." Zheng Ren nodded and smiled.

"You're getting busier and busier—being busy is good."

"How's Old Liu? Are the surgeries going okay?" Zheng Ren asked.

"It's fine. Director Kong also observed the surgery and said if he did it, it would be about the same level." Lin JiaoJiao laughed: "I'm getting a great deal."

She had no qualms about that.

"Being a decent person—especially when cooperating with someone like Boss Zheng—means honesty is important. Although Lin JiaoJiao had some complaints about Zheng Ren not coming to do surgeries, when Director Kong said Zheng Ren had connected the 912 unit with King's Hospital for exchanges, Lin JiaoJiao realized his weight."

Boss Zheng had already, without realizing it, stepped onto the world stage—even the 912 unit couldn't hold him back, let alone a small Yimei Hospital.

What level is Liu Xu zhi at? Even an ordinary team‑leading professor, wearing tinted glasses, would struggle to give an accurate assessment.

But that sort of thing would never happen to Boss Zheng.

His level is high; he looks down on almost everyone.

Given Liu Xu zhi's level, it's clear as a mirror how much he should be earning.

"Oh? Sister Lin, how much do you charge Old Liu for one surgery?" Su Yun asked with a smile.

"1,500."

"Pretty generous!" Su Yun was satisfied this time.

It's not because the surgical fee is high, but compared to Liu Xu zhi's skill and his standing in the jianghu, this amount is not low.

If you hired an equally skilled team‑leading professor from the capital, the price would at least double.

For someone at Director Kong's level, it would start at 5,000 per surgery.

As for the boss… this guy would want to do surgery even without pay—there's no basis for comparison.

"Doctor Liu is also really hard‑working; nowadays he's getting used to it and has to do surgeries until after 7 p. m. every day." Su Yun said.

"Alright, I'll go have a look." Zheng Ren smiled: "Sister Lin, let's go change clothes; we'll meet inside."

Having said that, Zheng Ren walked into the changing room.

This changing room is far simpler than the 912 one—there are only a few lockers, and at a glance you can tell there aren't many surgeons doing operations.

But the isolation gowns are new, still giving off that fresh‑out‑of‑the‑package smell.

"On this side, Sister Lin, we've just kicked off a project. Boss, you need to come keep an eye on it when you have time. Don't let Old Liu, upon arriving in the capital, run into a few medical accidents—that would be embarrassing." Su Yun said.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded: "The rhythm got interrupted by a mission, but it's fine—today I'll get Old Liu to do a few surgeries."

"These new isolation gowns feel a bit uncomfortable to wear; before we used ones that didn't cover the upper body, but someone would give them a wash." Su Yun picked up an isolation gown and said, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Be content; I'm the one wearing the patched‑up kind."

"Any basis for comparison?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with contempt.

Zheng Ren didn't want to say more on that topic.

At the 912 unit, Su Yun sometimes manages to get brand‑new isolation gowns and sterile surgical attire—something even academicians don't get.

The only pity is that this guy isn't very focused when doing surgery—at least half his energy goes elsewhere. Lately he's improved a bit, especially during that surgery at King's Hospital, where he was fully concentrated throughout.

With high talent, he just wastes it recklessly; Zheng Ren finds this somewhat contemptible.

But everyone has their own thoughts; Zheng Ren isn't about to nag Su Yun.

After changing clothes and putting on caps and masks, the two walked into the operating room.

The operating room is very small—smaller than the one at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan—with only two operating bays, one of which is pitch black.

But judging by the conditions, it's far better than Xilin Zhen Yiyuan.

Lin JiaoJiao, being a nurse from the Intervention Department, would hardly have cut corners when building the operating room; at the very least, she'd have basic safety awareness.

"Zheng Lao Ban, please sit and watch." Lin JiaoJiao guided Zheng Renrang to the chair in front of the operating table.

"Old Liu is quite skilled at cross-hand operation." Su Yun entered and at first glance saw the highlight of Liu Xu zhi's Shou Bing.

"Well, there's no one to operate the table on that side of Xilin Town; all surgeries are done by oneself." Zheng Ren said: "When we were in Pengxi Xiang, I taught him cross-hand operation. He learned it quite quickly, pretty proficient."

Zheng Ren spoke while his eyes stared at the screen.

Guide wire selection, speed neither fast nor slow, just like Liu Xu zhi's personality, very steady.

Zheng Ren pressed the intercom button, "Old Liu, slow down your right hand a bit, raise it 15°."

"Yes, just like that, guide wire goes inward."

"Okay, pay attention to the angle with the left hand, hold the guide wire."

Zheng Ren looked at the image, already having outlined in his mind the specific location of the patient's Blood Vessel and the angle and force needed for the guide wire to advance inside.

The level of interventional surgery at its peak truly can look down on everything.

After the initial daze, Liu Xu zhi immediately entered the state.

With Zheng Lao Ban by his side, it seemed as if he had returned to the days in Pengxi Xiang, invincible in battle.