Chapter 1950: then translation of title

Zheng Lao Ban and Doctor Su have forged their own domain through sheer effort.

"Zheng Lao Ban, Medical University Affiliated Hospital, is……"

""Di Du Medical University Affiliated Hospital, I recently went and did an interventional bullet extraction embolization surgery; the people there seem to have some opinion of me. Hmm, Su Yun said that." Zheng Ren finished changing clothes and moved around a bit."

""What do you mean it's what I said?" Su Yun said disdainfully: "The surgery didn't bring me, and I got bullied right to my doorstep.""

""Um… you mean the time we removed a 12cm clot during surgery? It doesn't seem like we were bullied to our doorstep; I saw everyone else dumbfounded." Zheng Ren said."

""That's exactly what I mean—how serious the condition is, and you're still nitpicking." Su Yun said."

Gao Shaojie roughly understood the situation at that time.

The 12cm clot—Xinglin Yuan had a video replay, which he also watched. He never expected it to be that time; Su Yun actually smashed the director of Di Du Medical University Affiliated Hospital with a Hemostatic Forceps.

Tsk tsk… Gao Shaojie smacked his lips, feeling a yearning in his heart.

Gao Shaojie is refined and gentle—no doubt about that. Yet he's also quite interested in this gossip; the idea of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital director being hit with a Hemostatic Forceps feels intriguing.

Not going there myself was really a mistake. That damned brat—if it weren't for him facing the college entrance exam, Old Liu would have something to say.

After changing clothes, several people put on hats and masks and walked in.

Gao Shaojie lagged behind and said to Feng Xu Hui, who was pulling a suitcase: "Xiao Feng, why aren't you saying a word?"

"Teacher Gao, you and Chief Zheng are chatting; I'm just a logistics support role." Feng Xu Hui smiled.

Gao Shaojie patted Feng Xu Hui's shoulder and laughed: "Work hard, you've got a future."

"Hmm." Feng Xu Hui, usually quiet and reserved, simply gave a earnest nod.

Entering Shujian, Xia Hua had already lifted the patient onto the bed and was preparing to disinfect.

Zheng Ren glanced over and asked: "Doctor Xia, where's the thoracoscope equipment?"

Um…

Xia Hua froze.

Thoracoscope equipment?

For an exploratory surgery, who knows what adhesions are inside—do we really need thoracoscope equipment?

Thoracoscopy indeed causes little injury, but truly proficient use—using thoracoscopic forceps as if doing direct vision dissection with a Hemostatic Forceps in hand—is rare.

At the very least, Xia Hua can't do that.

He suddenly thought of something and immediately asked: "Zheng Lao Ban, are you planning to do thoracoscopy with a small incision?"

"No need for small-incision assistance; pure thoracoscopy will do." Zheng Ren said.

Xia Hua was speechless.

But he was especially curious: how would Zheng Lao Ban perform a surgery where you go in and have no visual field?

Even if he can't pull it off, Xia Hua isn't worried—after all, I'm here. Converting thoracoscopy to open chest is also a common approach; it won't cause the patient extra harm.

He took advantage of the anesthetist's anesthesia time and hurried to prepare the thoracoscope equipment.

The anesthetist saw Zheng Ren was unfamiliar, looked young, and felt curious.

Zheng Ren went to view the images before the routine pre-op check; the anesthetist finished anesthesia, handed the patient to an assistant, ran to Gao Shaojie's side and whispered: "Professor Gao, who is this? He looks young but has a big presence."

"Zheng Lao Ban, 912." Gao Shaojie whispered.

"……" The anesthetist stared for a moment, as if recalling something, then leaned close to Gao Shaojie's ear: "Professor Gao, 912? The Xinglin Yuan live‑broadcast surgeon…"

"That's him." Gao Shaojie smiled and said.

"I'll go…" The anesthetist jumped up, excited and thrilled.

"What's wrong?"

"Professor Gao, how did you invite this great deity?" The anesthetist started looking around for something.

He grabbed an A4 sheet, but found it unsatisfactory.

"I've known Zheng Lao Ban for a long time." Gao Shaojie tried to keep his tone light: "What are you looking for?"

"I want a notebook for Zheng Lao Ban to sign." The anesthetist said: "I've watched several surgery live‑streams, I was blown away, always admiring them; I never expected to run into him in the emergency shift today—what luck, really great!"

Autograph…

Gao Shaojie was stunned too.

Doctors asking doctors for autographs? And with this kind of thing?

At the very least, Gao Shaojie had never encountered this before. Even a higher‑ranked doctor, even an academician, would probably not be asked for an autograph.

Besides that elderly person from Modu, Gao Shaojie couldn't think of anyone whose autograph was worth keeping.

Has Zheng Lao Ban really reached that stature in others' eyes? Gao Shaojie gave a slight shake of his head.

The anesthetist ran out, then quickly darted back into Shujian like a rabbit.

"Zheng Lao Ban." The anesthetist held a black‑covered notebook and a ballpoint pen, standing cautiously beside Zheng Ren.

"Huh? What's up?" Zheng Ren gave a soft hum, his eyes not leaving the images for a moment.

"Could you trouble yourself to sign my name?" the anesthetist asked.

"……" Zheng Ren was also dumbfounded.

He looked at the anesthetist with a strange gaze, thinking, I'm just a doctor, not an internet celebrity—what's there to sign for?

"I've watched your surgeries in the live‑stream, especially that thousand‑mile rescue where the operator performed thrombolysis on himself; I watched it from start to finish." The anesthetist said excitedly.

"From start to finish? I ask you—what song did I sing later?" Su Yun asked from behind.

The anesthetist was speechless; from Su Yun's brow he seemed to see a hint of that day's lecturing doctor, the sort of internet‑star physician.

"Are you Doctor Su? The Doctor Su who gave the lecture later?" the anesthetist asked.

Su Yun laughed.

This unintentional recognition feels pretty good; I didn't expect that in Northern Province's Medical University Affiliated Hospital there'd actually be someone eager to watch surgery live‑streams.

"You two, sorry to trouble you—could you sign?" The anesthetist's waist involuntarily bent down.

You're being too polite. Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun grabbed the notebook, signed his name in a flourish, then asked, "Boss, shall I sign your name for you?"

Upon hearing that, the anesthesiologist's face turned green.

Can you have someone else sign for you?

Su Yun then laughed, handing the notebook and ballpoint pen back to Zheng Ren. It was just a joke; enough is enough.

Hurry up and sign, then go on stage for the surgery. Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren felt a bit dazed—sign and then go into surgery? He often said that to patients, though.

It felt very Strange.

However, he didn't refuse; instead, he neatly signed his name.

Zheng Lao Ban, your Medical Team is top-notch! In anesthesia, the low-flow circulatory arrest procedure—according to us anesthesiologists—is simply showy! The anesthesiologist praised.

Oh, Lao He, he didn't come this time. Zheng Ren said.

Xia Hua was disinfecting while observing the surroundings. He found it speechless that the anesthesiologist went to ask for a signature—could this Zheng Lao Ban really be that famous?

Could I have really misjudged?