Chapter 1935: with translation of chapter title

"Zheng Lao Ban, I will relay everything you said to my friend." Song Ying knew it was important and said it solemnly.

By rights, this matter has nothing to do with him.

But Zheng Lao Ban's solemn expression and that kind of... the spirit of saving lives and healing wounds that Song Ying hadn't seen in many years—he didn't know how to describe it; in any case, in that instant just now, Song Ying was moved by Zheng Ren.

"Well, trouble Song Ge. Also, go back and have the elderly person stop amiodarone, or switch to other medication." Zheng Ren said: "In a few months, the liver shining issue will be resolved, and liver function will gradually recover."

"Okay, I'll remember." Song Ying said.

Zheng Ren also didn't tell Song Ying what medicine to switch to; given Song Ying's abilities, these things are utterly unimportant.

Anyone you ask casually will know.

After that, things became simple; Song Ying put the films away and started drinking with Su Yun and Chang Yue.

This guy's alcohol tolerance is impressive; after downing a bottle of Maotai, his face doesn't change.

It's getting late; Song Ying had a sense of it. He wanted to get close, but couldn't afford to annoy Zheng Lao Ban.

He gauged the timing just right.

After bidding farewell, Song Ying went downstairs, but instead of rushing to get in the car, he leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette.

Looking at the community hospital, he smiled. Amid the curling smoke, Song Ying's smile became somewhat blurred.

This young Zheng Lao Ban is growing up really fast.

His medical skill is also high; his older brother's illness was cured by Zheng Lao Ban.

This is a good hand, but the drawback is obvious—Zheng Lao Ban seems to regard healing and saving lives as greater than heaven.

If that's the case, then I would have no advantage.

But Song Ying merely thought that, at the very least, he had now entered the inner circle and could be considered a fairly close friend… I suppose that counts.

In the night, Song Ying gazed at the lights of the community hospital, seeming to drift off.

After six or seven minutes, the cigarette burned his fingers, and he finally came to.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt, tossed it into the nearby trash can, Song Ying got into the car and took out his phone.

"Brother, I've left Zheng Lao Ban's place."

"I think it's fine; it's just a routine checkup, nothing problematic."

"Yeah, Zheng Lao Ban has never been biased against mental illnesses; in recent cases, supposedly many people were diagnosed with mental illnesses, which Zheng Lao Ban overturned."

"Alright, I'll get in touch. Zheng Lao Ban is returning to Hai Cheng soon; I'll wait for him to come back."

After saying a few brief sentences, Song Ying hung up.

There is a business partner whose wife has depression, the diagnosis is quite clear. Because of some minor issues, the annual checkup has become a major affair.

Song Ying doesn't think Zheng Lao Ban can overturn that depression diagnosis; he just wants to undergo a routine checkup smoothly.

Zheng Lao Ban, a lifetime professor at Massachusetts General Hospital and a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic—such a glorious halo should be enough, right?

Song Ying sat in the car, as if thinking about things, as if spacing out.

After ten minutes, he finally gave a slight shake of his head, started the engine, and drove off.

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After seeing Song Ying off, Xie Yiren began tidying the table. Zheng Ren wanted to help, but Xie Yiren pressed him onto the sofa.

Just like in the operating room, Xie Yiren seemingly never had the notion of letting Zheng Ren tidy up.

"Boss, with your treatment, you could kill countless people instantly." Su Yun reluctantly poured the last drop of liquor from the iron-capped Maotai bottle into his throat, saying it enviously.

"Can you perform a left ventricular reduction procedure?" Zheng Ren was actually thinking about something else.

"Are you talking to me or to Chang Yue?" Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and said dismissively.

"As long as it can be done." Zheng Ren said: "The surgery is difficult, and postoperative care is also tough; we need to check the ICU a few more times."

"Our 912 ICU team is strong, so don't worry. Rather, I'm curious how the patient can stay alive off the operating table." Su Yun said.

"Who knows? I have only a 70% chance. If you join me, maybe the odds improve a bit." Zheng Ren watched TV, but Su Yun could feel his pupils dilating, as if he were spacing out.

This guy only knows how to do surgery.

Su Yun shook his head, finished tidying the table, and they each washed up and went to sleep.

Zheng Ren lay on the bed, recalling the report Song Ying had just brought, and entered the System Space.

The surgery is difficult, Zheng Ren knows that. But in 1997, domestically, Teacher Huang Fangjiong had already carried out this procedure; I have no reason not to be able to do it.

Yet when he probed purchasing surgical training time, the System Operating Room was completely empty.

It seems the Big Pig Trotter does not approve of this self-selected surgical training method, and Zheng Ren also expressed his helplessness.

Then all we can do is wait for the patient to arrive and see; Zheng Ren sat in the System Space, watching the Little White Fox become increasingly… lifelike, without any fear.

Gazing into its eyes, Zheng Ren gradually entered a state of emptiness and clarity.

Waiting for the alarm to ring, Zheng Ren only then realized he had actually sat in the System Space all night.

After getting up, Zheng Ren stretched a bit.

He felt no fatigue at all, full of energy, as if revived with full health and mana right where he stood. Zheng Ren pondered whether he could henceforth rest in the System Space.

He had never thought of this before; it was pretty stupid. Zheng Ren mocked himself a few times in his heart.

Get up, wash up, go to the community hospital for rounds—a routine.

After all, dozens of patients are left at the community hospital; although surgery is relatively reassuring and postoperative complications are few, rounds are still necessary.

Arriving at the community hospital, Zheng Ren was still happy. This place is gradually being filled by him, and the steps toward the Nobel Prize are steady.

Zheng Ren almost every day comes to the community hospital at this time; the resident physicians have long grasped the pattern.

Although they yearn to get on the operating table, Su Yun's strict rule requires them to stay one month in the community hospital; only then, based on individual performance, do they get a chance.

Newcomers, even if they've just entered the fringe of the Nobel Prize project team, the inpatient chiefs and team-leading professors from various places dare not gossip; they simply work diligently.

But the more they work, the more miraculous it feels.

TIPS Surgery, let alone a county-level Hospital, even a provincial-level Hospital has a frighteningly high mortality rate and postoperative hepatic encephalopathy complications.

But in the Community Hospital, what they saw was a scene of Silence and harmony; postoperative patients hardly have any complications, and those that do just need simple handling.

As time passed, these doctors' newly acquired half-belief, half-doubt rapidly turned into inexplicable admiration; being able to handle TIPS Surgery with few postoperative complications, if you learn it and bring it back, it will be a handy skill for life!

Over a hundred million hepatitis B patients nationwide, how many develop portal hypertension? Not even mentioning curing disease and saving lives, just having a skill to earn a living, knowing this technique is already enough.

The on-duty doctor had been waiting at the entrance since early morning for Zheng Ren's arrival.

Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue entered the Community Hospital, listening to the on-duty doctor's introduction of the patients' condition from last night.

Suddenly, a clamor came from the end of the hallway.