Chapter 196: Saying No with the Mouth, But the Body Is Honest

0191 Saying No with the Mouth, But the Body Is Honest

Li Haitao briefly explained the anatomical structure; this part was covered rather briefly, followed by some imaging data related to prostate angiography.

This is extremely valuable data.

Few people would undergo angiography of an organ if they aren't doing surgery on that part, leaving the imaging data behind.

But the research institute happens to have it; Zheng Ren stared intently at the PPT, guessing this should be private data hoarded by many professors.

Bladder tumor angiography, kidney tumor angiography—some contrast agent might enter the vicinity of the prostate, so these imaging data were retained, providing theoretical basis for this research work.

Li Haitao merely stated it, without the condescending tone of a lecturing teacher, making people feel comfortable.

Pointing at the imaging data, he smiled: "The difficulty in our work lies here. The prostate's supplying blood vessels are very fine, so fine that a regular microguidewire requires a very delicate technique to enter."

The audience fell silent.

Either they are big shots in interventional medicine or rising stars; everyone understands what Li Haitao means.

Li Haitao spent a full two hours before finishing the presentation of the completed research portion.

"Now it's up to you all." Li Haitao smiled: "There is currently one patient for experimental surgery hospitalized in the urology department. Because the patient is elderly, complications are numerous, and surgical risk is very high. After communicating with the family, they insist on undergoing the experimental procedure.

The case has been sent to everyone's email; after returning, please study it in detail."

Email……Zheng Ren immediately opened his phone and entered his email.

An electronic medical record was received two hours ago; after opening it, Zheng Ren saw a detailed case.

Zheng Ren glanced at it and gave a wry smile.

It's the kind of patient that makes one scratch their head—elderly, with various severe geriatric conditions.

No wonder they need an interventional procedure; for such a frail elderly person who falls apart at a touch, even urology would risk the patient's sudden death just to remove a prostate.

Although interventional is minimally invasive, it can only reduce the risk of sudden death, not eliminate it entirely.

Quite tricky, Zheng Ren frowned slightly.

The patient's medical information was sent to everyone's email; like Zheng Ren, after reading it, everyone realized the problem—only one patient, so who will perform the surgery?

"Who will do it?" a middle-aged doctor thought, then blurted out the question.

"We invited you all for this research activity to promote the development of interventional medicine and showcase its potential and charm." Li Haitao's smile was somewhat slick, not directly answering: "Today is Saturday; some of you have just arrived, rest for two days. On Monday, you all will perform demonstration surgeries."

Li Haitao's words sparked discussion among the crowd.

What does that mean?

Face‑to‑face PK? Though not stated outright, that's the implication.

Everyone present is elite among elites; a few will stand out and lead the future development of interventional medicine.

But to judge whether someone's surgery is good or bad requires a large case series, not just one or two operations.

If we follow the implied meaning of Li Haitao's words, the demonstration surgery becomes a kind of contest.

The professors' opinions and how much they value this project will decide who completes this surgery.

Some value this research project, some don't, but that doesn't affect their interest in a surgical demonstration akin to the imperial examination's palace test.

Li Haitao seemed to have anticipated this; he wasn't surprised and didn't ask everyone to be quiet.

After a few minutes, when the murmurs of the middle‑aged and young doctors gradually faded, he smiled: "Interventional medicine is still in a rapid development phase; you are all industry elites, the future development of interventional medicine rests on your shoulders. Please hand over your original physician qualification certificate, practice license, and ID card to me; I will handle the filing at the medical department."

"Regarding the patients, the hospital has already screened a portion who agree to undergo demonstration surgery."

"So today's meeting ends here; if you have any questions, you can leave me a WeChat message for consultation. If you want to see the patient before surgery, the hospital's inpatient doctor responsible for reception will arrange it." Li Haitao finished arranging everything, pulled open the curtains, and turned off the PPT.

The winter sunlight was a bit glaring; Su Yun's black hair was especially eye‑catching.

"Hey, do you have confidence?" Su Yun asked.

"What confidence?" Zheng Ren blinked.

"Be serious—this is a trial for the future leader of interventional medicine." Su Yun, rarely serious, said: "If you win, regardless of surgical success or failure, you can choose any interventional department in the country's top‑tier hospitals; no need to stay in Hai Cheng."

At this moment, Su Yun seemed to have become another person; the Su Yun who kept complaining about not attending the meeting has been tossed into another dimension.

What remains here is a figure burning with fierce fighting spirit, eager to measure up against other surgical beasts.

"Not interested." Zheng Ren replied.

"Ten times, twenty times, even a hundred times the monthly salary—interested or not?" Su Yun's tone carried the urge to give him a beating.

"It's fine for now; I haven't thought that far. Even without this opportunity, I'll have good income later." Zheng Ren held his phone, repeatedly reviewing the patient case provided by the research group, absent‑mindedly chatting with Su Yun.

"You really are boring." Su Yun flicked the black hair from her forehead, leaned in, and whispered: "Could it be you want to marry into the Xie family and become an honorable son‑in‑law?"

"Son‑in‑law?" Zheng Ren heard the word and immediately thought of that rotten banana.

"Just look at how you and Xie Yiren exchange glances—but you're really hopeless, let me tell you…" Su Yun rarely spoke so candidly to Zheng Ren.

But just as he began to speak, Zheng Ren's ears picked up the familiar "ding‑dong" sound after a long absence.

Mission, system mission!

【System Mission—Initial Reveal of Sharp Edge First Stage

Mission Requirement: Obtain qualification for prostate interventional surgery.

Mission Reward: One Master Level Skill Book, 1000 skill points, 200,000 experience points, one Golden Treasure Chest.

Mission Duration: 7 days.】

When Zheng Ren saw this mission, he was completely stunned, no longer listening to Su Yun's nagging.

Initial Reveal of Sharp Edge—this mission's reward absolutely surpasses the total of all missions Zheng Ren has received before.

A skill book that directly upgrades a skill to master level……Zheng Ren's saliva was about to drop. Adding a large number of skill points, a huge amount of experience points, and a long completion time.

Those are all the system's surgical training camp hours!

Originally Zheng Ren felt nothing special about this surgery, but the fire in his heart was instantly ignited.

Must complete it!

Must definitely complete it!

Must be completed!

Su Yun was muttering, and Zheng Ren suddenly stood up.

What's wrong?

Go check on the patient.

"Huh? You say you don't want it with your mouth, but your body is quite honest." Su Yun said with a cold smile.