Chapter 206: 0201 Disrespecting the Superior Is a Crime (3/5)

Wang Zong showed a hint of difficulty.

Su Yun's mouth curled into that familiar smirk of Zheng Ren's—the kind that makes you want to slap him—and she asked, "You haven't done it before? You're not sure?"

Wang Zong rubbed his hands, gave an embarrassed laugh, and acquiesced to Su Yun's statement.

"Boss, have you done it before?" Su Yun asked.

Zheng Ren thought for a moment; saying he hadn't done it would be true, but the earlier "Comrades in Arms" task had given him one day to complete it, and he'd finished it in just two hours.

If he went to the System Operating Room to study, it probably wouldn't take long.

So is it better to have done it or not to have done it?

The always frank Zheng Ren found himself in a dilemma.

Seeing Zheng Ren silent, Wang Zong knew that for this extremely rare and complicated condition, diagnosis was one thing—just seeing and remembering it was enough to handle.

But treatment was another matter.

A clear diagnosis doesn't mean it's been treated.

"Never mind the trouble—I'll go up and try; if I can't, I'll call the boss," Wang Zong said.

Su Yun didn't know what Zheng Ren was thinking, but she lightly tapped his injured shoulder with moderate force, causing pain without affecting the wound.

Zheng Ren was puzzled.

"I'm asking you a question, boss." Su Yun was displeased.

Wang Zong stared, bewildered—what nonsense is this? If it were me, would I dare talk to the boss like that? He'd probably kick me out and I'd never get anywhere.

Yun Ge'er is awesome,

Zheng Lao Ban has a great temper.

Wang Zong thought, "This boss is just being called that for fun."

"I know a little." Zheng Ren said, "Don't reach out; on the Observation Platform, if there's a problem, we'll study it together."

Wang Zong's impression of Zheng Ren improved a bit right away.

This boss is young but certainly not hot‑tempered. He really fears that Su Yun's boss, with the same irritable temperament as Su Yun, would just go ahead and perform surgery.

If that happened, would I still have any face left!

"Then I'll trouble Zheng Lao Ban." Seeing Su Yun about to speak, Wang Zong immediately followed Zheng Ren's lead, saying, "I'll call the operating room to prepare for surgery."

Wang Zong ushered Zheng Ren and Su Yun into the office and went off to attend to his duties.

If Zheng Ren's judgment is correct, the patient's intestine likely already has necrosis. Actually, my earlier diagnosis of strangulated intestinal obstruction and intussusception isn't much different—both require surgical removal of a segment of intestine.

The earlier the surgery, the shorter the necrotic segment removed, and the faster the patient's postoperative recovery.

Time waits for no one; we're all insiders, so at this point no one is picking on my flaws.

Su Yun was fiddling with her phone in her hand, while Zheng Ren gazed at the scenery from the window.

The surgical building is tall, so the view is far.

The classic Ming‑style curved lines of the Chinese vase are clearly visible, and Zheng Ren likes them.

"I searched online—this condition actually exists." Su Yun suddenly said.

Zheng Ren nodded.

"You're just a little doctor from Hai Cheng—where did you learn that?" Su Yun's questions are always direct and sharp.

"Watch one surgery and you'll get it—you're no different. I'm just a bit better than you. If you ever open a pet clinic, you'll never surpass me in this lifetime." Zheng Ren retorted without hesitation.

Although Zheng Ren knew this was the simplest, most plain‑spoken goading tactic, the fire of battle in Su Yun's pupils had already been ignited by him.

Zheng Ren glanced at her and saw that Su Yun looked like a bull enraged by a red cloth; he smirked.

Young people these days, with their fiery tempers.

When thinking about this, Zheng Ren seemed to forget that he was actually a few months younger than Su Yun.

A few minutes later, Wang Zong printed out the pre‑operative instructions, called the patient's parents to the office, and began explaining the condition.

Su Yun noticed that the patient's father also had a black mole on his lip, but none on his hand.

But when Wang Zong asked whether he had a history of intussusception, the patient's father denied it.

Isn't it supposed to be genetic? What's going on here?

He glanced at Zheng Ren, saw Zheng Ren also observing the patient's father, sizing him up, and Su Yun could even "sense" the heat radiating from Zheng Ren's brain working at high speed.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what's going on?" Su Yun leaned in and asked quietly.

"After the procedure and after informing the patient's family, if there's time, do a colonoscopy to have a look."

Su Yun nodded instinctively, estimating that the patient's father belonged to the mild‑symptom type, so he hadn't shown intussusception.

Although mild, there are likely many intestinal polyps; this kind of polyp can become malignant, so it's best to remove them early to avoid future trouble.

After the briefing, Wang Zong called to coordinate; the patient had already finished an abdominal CT and was on his way back.

Wang Zong opened a workstation on the computer, entered the medical record number, found the patient's freshly taken CT images, and urged him to hurry back to insert the gastric and urinary tubes in preparation for surgery.

The CT image shows a typical intussusception, with some polyps faintly visible scattered in the intestinal tube.

Of course, this is Zheng Ren's deduction based on his prior explanation.

Without knowing P‑J syndrome, such a judgment would be impossible.

"Zheng Lao Ban, awesome!" Wang Zong looked at the image and praised, "I heard you rescued Fang Lin yesterday—inserting a syringe needle into the chest to vent air, manually clamping the hepatic portal to stop bleeding—I thought you were impressive, but I didn't expect your diagnosis of difficult cases to be even more impressive."

Although the words were crude, right now Wang Zong felt that without swearing he could not express the deep respect in his heart.

Of course, if it were an old professor, even if he respected him he wouldn't speak like that; Zheng Ren is, after all, a few years younger than Wang Zong.

He's younger than me and stronger too—there's nothing more to say.

Besides calling him awesome, what else could I say? Should I, burning with jealousy, go challenge him? That would be suicidal, and Wang Zong is no fool.

Disrespecting a superior is a crime—Wang Zong has always believed that.

"You're too kind," Zheng Ren said lightly.

Less than ten minutes, the patient was wheeled back. The nurse skillfully placed a gastric tube, urinary catheter, and venous line in the small patient, and the patient was hurriedly pushed to the operating room.

"Zheng Lao Ban, Yun Ge'er, let's go up." Wang Zong said politely.

Several people arrived at the operating room's changing area; the auntie who guarded the changing room door was very displeased that Wang Zong was bringing an "outsider" into surgery.

But when she heard that Zheng Ren was the doctor who had saved Fang Lin yesterday, she immediately became enthusiastic.

"That Fang Lin kid, what a hard life. You say he's usually honest and decent, how did he end up in such a big mess?"

The auntie in her fifties chattered while tossing a bunch of keys each to Wang Zong and Su Yun. The key ring had two keys, for the shoe cabinet and the clothing cabinet.

Then she opened a small drawer beside it, identified the number, took out a bunch, and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Wang Zong glanced at it, laughed heartily, and said, "Zheng Lao Ban, your prestige has gone through the roof."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Zheng Ren didn't understand.

Su Yun also glanced, shook her head, and said, "The doorkeeper auntie is notorious for being hard to please; normally, to bring an intern up you have to sweet‑talk her. But today it's great—you got a director‑level locker."

So‑called director‑level lockers are those of moderate height, requiring no bending or standing on a stool.

As for professors… they have their own independent lockers.

This is the class division in the operating room.