Chapter 200: with translation of chapter title

How is Fang Lin? Zheng Ren asked.

Since the incident, Zhao Yunlong spent several hours in the ICU watching Fang Lin, and only after Fang Lin stabilized a bit did he come out to treat Su Yun to a meal, thanking these two for coming to his aid.

"The rescue was timely; he should be fine. This life was snatched back, and we also need to thank Zheng Lao Ban." Zhao Yunlong raised his cup, then realized Zheng Ren doesn't drink, so he simply downed the drink in one gulp, bold and unrestrained.

"How did the surgery on the patient with aortic dissection go?" Zheng Ren's focus has always been on the patient.

"The surgery went fine; it took six and a half hours." When mentioning the elephant-trunk procedure, Zhao Yunlong's expression showed a hint of fatigue.

A six-and-a-half-hour surgery, high tension, constantly dealing with danger, indeed brings endless fatigue to the lead surgeon.

"As long as it went well, thanks for your hard work." Zheng Ren nodded slightly, showing respect for the surgeon's effort.

"The patient woke up this morning; let me tell you something interesting." Zhao Yunlong said with a chuckle: "After he woke up, guess what he did?"

Seeing Zhao Yunlong's intention not to mention Fang Lin, this is looking for an opportunity to change the subject.

Zheng Ren understands this feeling.

If we keep talking about Fang Lin, everyone will feel upset, and we won't be able to enjoy this meal.

"What else could it be? Feeling awful, or maybe there's too much phlegm, making breathing difficult." A person beside them said.

"Hurry up and say it; there's no point guessing." Su Yun blurted out without even thinking.

"I went on rounds, the patient opened his eyes and gave me a heart sign." Zhao Yunlong laughed loudly, "The gesture was slight; making a heart sign wasn't even heart-shaped, but it caused agitation, so I had to calm him down."

For such a major surgery, postoperative sedation drugs must be continuously pumped in, and the ventilator assists breathing. It seems Zhao Yunlong also had great confidence in his own surgery, and given the patient's young age and good physical condition, he tried letting him wake up the next day.

"When do you estimate he can be taken off the ventilator?" Zheng Ren asked.

"His condition is stable now; if nothing unexpected happens, he should wake up tomorrow, and we can try to wean him off the ventilator the day after. However, transferring him out of the ICU will still take some time, so we shouldn't rush."

Zheng Ren was very satisfied with this result; Cui Heming is also lucky, having developed an aortic dissection on the plane yet managing to survive until surgery without rupture.

"Making a heart sign—this patient still loves variety shows." Someone joked.

"That's still good; many patients, after waking from general anesthesia and the sedatives wearing off, become extremely agitated due to discomfort from the ventilator tube."

"Hehe, I think he'll be able to leave the ICU soon. His first postoperative move was making a heart sign—what a big heart he must have."

After chatting a few sentences about Cui Heming, Zheng Ren knew his condition was stable, so he didn't ask further.

The conditions in Di Du are much better than in Hai Cheng; at the very least, Su Yun doesn't have to stay alone in the ICU to look after the patient.

"By the way, I heard from Su Yun that you came this time because Professor Pei invited you to perform the surgery?" Zhao Yunlong asked.

"I think I'm just here to observe; the actual surgery won't let me perform it." Zheng Ren said.

"That's impressive too—I didn't expect such a small place as Hai Cheng to actually produce talent. Few people can earn Su Yun's respect. Two years ago I dragged him to be my assistant, but he refused everything." Zhao Yunlong punched Su Yun's shoulder, "I never thought you'd also have a moment of clinging to a big thigh."

"Your leg isn't even as thick as mine—what's there to cling to?" Su Yun glanced at Zhao Yunlong and downed a whole mouthful of whiskey.

Now it feels a bit like Zheng Ren is being roasted over a fire.

Zhao Yunlong didn't question it, just gave a hehe smile, raised his cup, and drained it in one gulp.

"By the way, this job isn't simple." Zhao Yunlong began to gossip.

"How so?"

"These are just rumors; don't take them seriously, and don't go spreading them." Zhao Yunlong turned serious: "International stent manufacturers—Abbott, Boston Scientific, Medtronic, B. Braun—dominate the market with these four. Domestic manufacturers have long been heavily suppressed, you know that."

"Say something fresh." Su Yun snapped.

"It's said that B. Braun's research data on membrane-covered stents leaked, Boston Scientific has already copied it, causing B. Braun severe losses. If they don't pursue the Chinese market, relying on huge profits to stay afloat, they might go bankrupt."

"Then what?"

"The Chinese market thus becomes crucial. However, due to historical reasons, B. Braun International hasn't made large-scale investments domestically beforehand, so scrambling to seek help at the last minute will likely be difficult."

"So they set their sights on this research?"

"It could serve as a foot in the door." Zhao Yunlong gossiped: "Adding the membrane-stent technique later might give them a small opening."

"What do the bosses mean?"

"Of course we'll confront them head-on; if we lose, the bosses might get so angry they end up hospitalized." Zhao Yunlong laughed loudly.

"That's not a problem; they suddenly decided on this, but their technical reserves aren't sufficient either."

"But not necessarily; I heard B. Braun invited a German interventional surgery specialist and set up a dedicated production line, manufacturing suitable guidewires and catheters without regard to cost." Zhao Yunlong said.

Everyone fell silent; Germans doing things… or rather, in foreign scientific fields, with sufficient funding, they indeed do this kind of "wasteful" thing.

For example, for hemorrhoids, German specialists researching interventional surgery treatment set up a production line dedicated to manufacturing suitably sized micro spring rings.

A single production line just for a few hemorrhoid surgeries sounds completely illogical, yet this is exactly the kind of thing that meticulous Germans would do.

Scientific research is advancing step by step through continual waste.

Without substantial financial, material, and human resources, wanting to do scientific research? Go dream about it.

But in China, under the current circumstances, such conditions truly do not exist.

Upon hearing Zhao Yunlong say that, several people's faces darkened.

Everyone present knows the shortcomings of the domestic medical industry. Now they are using their strengths to bluntly attack our weakness, which seems hopeless.

Su Yun shook his head, glanced sideways at Zheng Ren, seeing him lost in thought, as if he hadn't heard a word Zhao Yunlong said.

Is this guy just not paying attention, or does he have everything under control?

Just after getting angry, Su Yun suddenly thought, maybe Zheng Ren actually has everything under control.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what do you think?" Su Yun and Zhao Yunlong asked at the same time.

"What matter?" Zheng Ren raised his head, asking in confusion.

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This guy is really hateful!

"Regarding the interventional research matter." Su Yun endured his anger.

"Whether I can do it or not is one thing; you ask what I think? There's nothing special to see—just do it normally. It's a bit difficult, but not a big deal."

How can Su Yun, this boss, be so arrogant? It's not a big deal? B. Braun is about to throw in at least thirty million dollars, and he says it's not a big deal?

Zhao Yunlong wanted to say something, but then he recalled the elephant-nose surgery he performed yesterday; the absent-minded Boss in front of him had made a diagnosis just by glancing at him on the plane.

If it were me, could I do it?

Zhao Yunlong felt it probably wouldn't work; with no examinations, just relying on experience, how could he dare to contact the control tower for emergency rescue helicopter?

One misdiagnosis—will I still be able to face being human?

Besides, Su Yun is willing to call him Boss; given Zhao Yunlong's understanding of Su Yun, this Zheng Lao Ban must have something unusual.

"What do you need me to do?" Zhao Yunlong pondered for a few seconds, then asked.

"CT Shi, are you familiar with it?"

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After Zheng Ren said his farewells, Bu Ruotian watched his departing back, pondering for a long time.

After ten Minute of silence, Bu Ruotian finally decided something, picked up his phone.

"I am Ruotian."

"This time I came to Di Du for a follow-up check, and I happened to meet the doctor who performed my surgery a few days ago; coincidentally, he is in Di Du participating in a research meeting for a new project."

"Yes, that's right. I recorded my own Surgery live broadcast; afterward I had several professors from Di Du and Modu watch it, and they said his skill is extraordinary, even higher than Professor Sen Yu."

"Yes yes, you're right, I also think it's impossible."

"Alright, then we'll get in touch if anything comes up."

Bu Ruotian hung up the phone, gave a wry smile.

That side probably doesn't believe a nameless small doctor from Hai Cheng could be that capable, so they insisted on taking tonight's flight to Di Du.

I myself am basically someone who has already died once; many things I can let go of. Introducing a doctor to treat illness—if done well, it may not necessarily bring benefit; if done poorly, one will suffer repercussions.

Especially Zheng Ren, a young doctor; if I hadn't been under general anesthesia and unconscious at the time, I probably wouldn't have let him perform surgery no matter what.

After letting go of some things, one's thoughts become clear. That person who has looked after me a lot, especially after knowing Doctor Zheng's skill is high, still ought to ask; not doing something would be inexcusable.

Even if it's likely to be refused.

Of course, the result was as expected—rejected.

Their tone was also unpleasant, as if I were teasing them.

Bu Ruotian shook his head.