Chapter 2017: with translation of chapter title

At that moment, the walkie-talkie sounded.

But need to keep "walkie-talkie" as walkie-talkie? Could be "intercom". We'll use "walkie-talkie". Keep natural.

"Xiao Feng, get the balloon stent, small balloon, size small, diameter 1.4mm will do. The stent just needs to be a bare metal stent; anything else, Boss?"

"Xiao Feng, get the balloon stent, small balloon, size small, diameter 1.4mm will do. The stent just needs to be a bare metal stent; anything else, Boss?"

But we need to keep the meaning exactly. Let's produce: ""Xiao Feng, get the balloon stent, small balloon, size small, diameter 1.4mm will do. The stent just needs to be a bare metal stent; anything else, Boss?""

"Nothing." Zheng Ren said only two words.

Feng Xu Hui, limping, held a pile of supplies, his waist slightly bent, walked to the circulating nurse.

He skillfully took out several supplies and handed them to the circulating nurse.

Throughout the process, he said nothing, and Feng Xu Hui once again 'flashed' to the corner.

Zheng Ren then followed the femoral vein to implant the balloon stent at the patient's severe pulmonary vein stenosis.

The patient's pulmonary vein was near occlusive lesion; Zheng Ren used a small balloon about 1.40mm in diameter for pre-dilation, moving very carefully.

This step, he did especially slowly. If the previous surgery was fast enough to make one's eyes dazzle, then this step was slow enough to make one's hair stand on end.

The two styles switched instantly; although abrupt, those watching the surgery felt nothing wrong.

After a full five minutes, Zheng Ren finally opened a gap in the occluded pulmonary vein.

The bare metal stent was placed after the balloon expanded, and it slowly opened.

Angiography, the image of the left pulmonary vein that had disappeared reappeared.

Zheng Ren turned and stepped down.

"Postoperatively, use Warfarin, clopidogrel, and aspirin in combination for antiplatelet and anticoagulant therapy, maintaining treatment for over six months, adjusting the International Normalized Ratio to 1.6-2.6."

Professor Wu immediately wrote down what Zheng Ren said.

These are all routine treatments, with no unexpected 'miraculous' methods, but he still carefully recalled them once.

After confirming no error, Professor Wu asked: 'Zheng Lao Ban, are you sure it's not lung cancer?'

"Hmm, quite sure it's caused by pulmonary vein occlusion." Zheng Ren said: "Postoperative patients will recover quickly."

"Send..."

"No need to send to ICU, nothing too special; just return to the ward and continue correcting anemia." Zheng Ren said: "If you're worried, slow the IV drip, no more than 40 drops per hour, and tell the nurse about this special point."

After speaking, Zheng Ren left the operating room and saw Su Yun crossing her legs, right hand holding the mouse, doing postoperative X-ray.

"Lao Li, it's fine." Zhou Chun Yong stood by the patient's head and whispered to the patient.

"Old Zhou, who performed my surgery?" The patient felt nothing; the surgery was already done. He heard the conversation in the operating room, and a feeling of 'narrow escape' arose in his heart.

"It's the Zheng Lao Ban I keep telling you about; look at you, you don't tell me early when something's wrong, suffering all this." Zhou Chun Yong complained.

After saying that, Zhou Chun Yong looked at Professor Jiang and laughed: 'Xiao Jiang, the surgery took 12 minutes; what did you learn?'

Professor Jiang wore a bitter face, muttering.

The surgery was fast when it should be fast, slow when it should be slow, with proper motion and stillness.

He knew all the steps himself; although he hadn't done them many times, Zheng Lao Ban did not use any heavenly-flying-immortal method to perform the surgery.

Yet it was precisely the simplest surgical method, step by step combined, that made the entire surgical process completely different.

Simple, clean, neat.

Professor Jiang didn't hear Zhou Chun Yong's mockery; while doing the final cleanup, he mentally reviewed the surgical process.

「……」 => "……"

"Boss, wait for Lao Zhou a moment, don't rush to change clothes." Su Yun's finger lightly tapped the mouse, making a 'tap-tap' sound.

It sounded slow, but every step of making the X-ray was extremely accurate.

"Hmm, print out a film and give it to Director Zhou." Zheng Ren said.

"Doctor Zheng......"

"Who are you, calling Doctor Zheng for everything you know?" Su Yun didn't turn back, her scornful tone almost overturned the operating table.

"Ugh..." Lin Yuan felt a surge of annoyance!

This is the custom in the United States; being able to call out 'Doctor Zheng' is something many people dream of.

Even 'Doctor' won't do; they insist on calling 'Boss'?

However, after undergoing the baptism of one surgery, Lin Yuan saw the way.

This Doctor Zheng's surgery is better than his own mentor... even better than everyone at Harvard Medical School who can perform interventional surgery.

Not because it's fast, but from the initial guidewire insertion all the way to the end, the entire process exceeds others by an order of magnitude.

"However you call me, it's fine." Zheng Ren didn't mind, while watching Feng Xu Hui tidy up, he casually said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, could you explain how you judged the pulmonary vein stenosis?" Lin Yuan asked respectfully.

"The pulmonary vein plays a very important role in the triggering process of atrial fibrillation; most paroxysmal atrial fibrillation originates from the pulmonary vein, so understanding the connection between the pulmonary vein and left atrium is crucial before atrial fibrillation radiofrequency ablation." Zheng Ren took out a supply from Feng Xu Hui's large trolley case and examined it carefully.

While he spoke to Lin Yuan, it was just casual talk, as if he wasn't really thinking.

"Xiao Feng, go back and I'll give you a list." Zheng Ren said: "You're still missing something; tinker with it a bit."

"Okay."

"What's inside Liu Xiao Jie's trolley case?"

"Chief Zheng, her trolley case contains spare ordinary supplies; I worry that in a major rescue, each ordinary supply is prepared in ten-person portions placed there."

"Almost there." Zheng Ren smiled and then shouted, "Director Zhou!"

Zhou Chun Yong and Lao Li said something, then immediately ran over, panting.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what are your orders?"

"Don't be so polite; the supplies just used, please say hello to that side." Zheng Ren said: "As for the specific procurement or whatever, find Manager Feng; you have his contact info, right?"

"Don't worry, Zheng Lao Ban." Zhou Chun Yong said: "For such minor procurement matters, you needn't worry; I'll just contact Manager Feng Xiao Feng."

Zheng Ren nodded and handed the supplies in his hand to Feng Xu Hui.

Lin Yuan stood to the side, silently dazed.

Is Zheng Lao Ban completely ignoring himself? How come he just stopped talking after casually mentioning half of the pulmonary Vein stenosis matter?

She herself was a heaven‑chosen prodigy, a top‑student since childhood; even after entering Harvard Medical School she did not lag behind in the slightest.

Even she, who was engaged in biomedical engineering research, was specially recruited to the clinical department after happening to participate in a surgery by chance.

Lin Yuan, who had never been ignored before, could not believe that she was actually snubbed by this little Zheng Lao Ban.

She felt her worldview overturned, silently watching the patient being taken away, silently watching the supplies vendor close his large trolley case, and limping along behind Zheng Lao Ban and that sharp‑tongued, nasty fellow as they left.

She really had been ignored, not even a word of small talk, and Lin Yuan finally realized this was a fact.

Not only did she not receive any flirtation, even the most basic polite greeting was absent; in Doctor Zheng's eyes, she simply did not exist.

She kept thinking about the surgery, about Zheng Lao Ban standing before the light box tapping his fingers on the films, until the circulating nurse finished tidying up and called for her to leave—only then did she sigh and silently go change her clothes.