Chapter 1954: 1886 Gradually Reaching the State of Transformation (Monthly Ticket 43,000 Bonus ×86)

The patient was sent straight to the ICU; the resident doctor didn't even get to see the surgery, just kept busy.

This is a rather sad situation for the resident doctor, and it's also because Zheng Ren's surgery was too fast. If it were someone else, by the time he arrived he'd probably still be doing blunt dissection with the separating forceps under the thoracoscope.

The resident doctor didn't know anything, just feeling a bit lost.

Did the surgery fail?

How could it be so fast!

"Have the patient's family signed the consent forms?" Zheng Ren asked.

"They've signed, we just arrived at the operating room door and came up together." the resident doctor said.

"Oh, then go ahead and help push the patient." Zheng Ren chuckled.

The resident doctor couldn't make heads or tails of it, but speaking of which, the professors in the capital are really young. Doctors of this age at a county hospital usually have their main daily tasks as running errands, accompanying the director for drinks, and playing mahjong.

Only by gaining the director's favor can one get the chance to perform an appendectomy.

Well, they're still striving to get a laparoscopic appendectomy done. Whether they get the opportunity depends on whether the director or the master is satisfied with their work.

Zheng Ren basically doesn't care whether he's a resident doctor or a local doctor from the Provincial City Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

In his view, what lay before him was just a messy muddle.

"Please send the patient to the ICU, Doctor Xia, you come along too, and then take your old man to the interventional surgery room." Zheng Ren gave the order, as he was accustomed to doing.

Although he'd come to a semi‑strange hospital, Zheng Ren had long served as the Medical Group Leader, and having shown his skills in major hospitals at home and abroad, his academic confidence grew ever stronger and more solid.

In others' eyes, Zheng Ren already bore the faint air of a senior director—commanding, decisive, and unbending.

The resident doctor didn't even dare ask how the surgery was performed, hurriedly lowered the patient from the table, and sent him to the ICU.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun, accompanied by Gao Shaojie, changed clothes and went to the interventional surgery room, then changed again.

Although the procedure was troublesome, it was the only way to maintain a sterile environment.

When Zheng Ren came out, he glanced inside and saw the operating room bustling with activity.

"Even on weekends there are this many surgeries?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Today Director Jin is performing surgery, considering it a retroperitoneal sympathetic ganglion tumor, trying out a professor from the capital." Gao Shaojie said.

"Director Jin? From your department?" Zheng Ren had a vague recollection; back then Liu Tianxing seemed to have had Director Jin perform his liver cancer surgery.

"Well, he's been suppressing me for over ten years—I can't be bothered to look." Gao Shaojie spoke bluntly.

Zheng Ren nodded.

"Boss Zheng, your surgery is getting harder and harder for me to understand." Gao Shaojie changed the subject, feeling a bit puzzled and a bit sentimental as he chatted with Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren smiled; that was indeed the truth.

Back when I first met Gao Shaojie at the Municipal No. 2 Hospital, my own level was just so-so. After countless surgeries in the capital honed my skills, Zheng Ren now vaguely grasps how to integrate interventional surgery with general surgery.

To achieve his goal, he pulls out whatever surgical methods he knows at a moment's notice; although he hasn't yet reached the realm of a martial arts master, Zheng Ren feels it's not far off.

"Hehe, Old Gao, with the way you put that, how's the boss supposed to respond? You're also quite good at changing the subject." Seeing Zheng Ren silent, Su Yun laughed and said.

"Honestly speaking."

"Different cities have different ways of speaking; is this the style in the provincial capital?" Su Yun continued, laughing.

"Huh? There's such a saying?" Gao Shaojie stared for a moment.

"Let me give you an example, Old Gao." Su Yun and Gao Shaojie are also well acquainted; this guy, having only just finished a little more than Fugui'er in accepting the boss's hemostatic forceps initiation, counts as one of our own, and once he starts talking his vague, misty manner just won't quit.

"You folks from the provincial capital… never mind, it's too close to Hai Cheng, so everyone's speech habits are pretty similar. For example, when it comes to fastening seat belts, if a Pengcheng driver tells you to do it, that means you'll be fined if you don't."

Gao Shaojie nodded. Is that all, or is there something else?

"I've been to Shan Cheng; there the drivers tell you to fasten your seat belt, which is pretty much like what flight attendants say—it means the vehicle is about to take off, so please fasten your seat belt and stow your tray table."

"Hahaha." Gao Shaojie thought Su Yun was quite a character.

Outside the changing room of the interventional surgery suite, Gao Shaojie laughed and said: "Boss Zheng, do you remember the first time I asked you to perform surgery?"

"I remember, the guide wire was pushed into the blood vessel. How's Hu Hai doing now?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Since then he's been extra careful." Gao Shaojie said: "He often watches your surgery livestreams. A few days ago he finally waited for you to start neurosurgery; excited, he didn't sleep well all night. The next day he treated us to a meal, going on for three hours about how awesome your M4‑segment vascular anastomosis was."

"Oh, an intracranial M4‑segment vascular bypass is relatively rare, but just how difficult it is isn't necessarily that great."

"Boss, Old Gao is praising you—be modest. With the way you show off like that, you'll end up with no friends." Su Yun said.

"Honestly speaking."

Gao Shaojie looked at Boss Zheng's young face, the weighty, steady aura growing stronger, his heart stirred slightly, and he asked: "Boss Zheng, later on, how would it be if you oversaw an entire surgery for me?"

From a single blood vessel to an entire operation, Gao Shaojie harbored ambitions that stretched far beyond.

"That's how I see it; Doctor Xia, no problem, right?" Zheng Ren said.

"No problem, I'll go talk to Xiao Xia." Gao Shaojie said: "The surgery just now already left Xiao Xia dazed; I'd guess he hasn't recovered yet. Besides, if I hadn't brought you here, no one in the whole Northern Province could match my interventional surgery skills."

Zheng Ren glanced at Gao Shaojie, smiled, and said nothing.

Su Yun, however, spoke directly: "It's possible for now, but once Old Liu returns, you'll have nothing to compare."

"…" Gao Shaojie stared, stunned.

What he feared most, anticipated most, and… all kinds of hesitation and entanglement mixed together in his heart—ultimately what he was thinking, even Gao Shaojie himself wasn't clear.

"Is Old Liu really that good now?" Gao Shaojie's voice sounded a bit dry and off‑key.

"Not bad, just a little bit inferior to Fugui'er." Zheng Ren remarked casually.

Gao Shaojie suddenly felt his mouth dry and tongue parched.

Fugui'er—that is, Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg University's affiliated hospital in Germany—Gao Shaojie had seen his caliber.

He was a notch above me.

Has Old Liu shaken me off?!'

Moreover, it's not just a little bit—it's a whole level of improvement.

No! Gao Shaojie thought, suddenly realizing— the first person to receive Boss Zheng's hemostatic forceps initiation was Professor Rudolf Wagner after all.

Lao Liu endured the hemostatic forceps for over a month, while Professor Rudolf Wagner had received nearly half a year of instruction.

The level kept creeping upward...

Seeing Gao Shaojie stunned, Su Yun's mind was clear; she patted his shoulder and said, "Old Gao, let me give you a suggestion."

Um, what suggestion?

"Lao Liu is coming back; hurry over for a seamless handover." Su Yun said, "First, I won't hide it from you—we're short-staffed over there. Second, news of the Nobel Prize will come soon; by following along you can pick up some benefits."

A bolt of lightning struck Gao Shaojie, turning him into charcoal.