Chapter 2060: 1989: Even a Sip of Cold Water Gets Stuck in the Teeth — Such Bad Luck

However, Section Chief Mao still didn't move; her eyes rolled back, her limbs kept trembling, shaking more and more violently, as if an invisible pair of big hands were grabbing her and shaking her continuously.

One corner of her mouth was tightly pursed, while white foam kept bubbling out from the other side.

Something's wrong!

Section Chief Mao's loved one didn't have time to be afraid, he shouted loudly: "Mao Mao!"

Still no response; Section Chief Mao's trembling became more obvious, the bed creaked under the strain.

He pressed down hard on Section Chief Mao's body, pinching her philtrum, and shouted loudly: "Doctor! Doctor!"

……

……

The morning surgery went smoothly; Zheng Ren's Medical Team, after a period of adjustment, although they had replaced parts, could still operate at high speed.

Professor Rudolf Wagner's TIPS surgery could be called the second…third best in the world.

He can now complete each surgery in about thirty minutes.

After a day of cooperation, Lin Yuan was staring wide-eyed.

I originally thought the first day's patients had been carefully selected, which is why each puncture succeeded on the first try.

But after today's surgery ended, Lin Yuan fell silent.

All TIPS surgeries, in front of Zheng Lao Ban's Medical Team, the so-called difficulty hardly existed. The TIPS surgery that used to make doctors tremble with fear actually became simple, to the point that Zheng Lao Ban didn't even need to step up.

One day, a few surgeries might be a coincidence. But when over ten surgeries in a row are like this, it becomes inevitable.

No wonder it could become a Nobel Prize-winning project; Zheng Lao Ban truly changed a surgical technique at its root.

Lin Yuan studied hard, but Professor Rudolf Wagner's surgery was done so fast it was almost too quick, and his occasional outbursts of Northeastern dialect were hard for Lin Yuan to understand.

After the final surgery was done, the professor turned and stepped down; Lin Yuan pressed the puncture point, preparing to send the patient back.

"Have you done a similar surgery in the United States?" Zheng Ren sat at the console, pressed the intercom, and asked.

Lin Yuan paused for a moment; was Zheng Lao Ban speaking to her?

After two or three days, I had felt like a tiny transparent blank, as if I didn't exist at all in Zheng Lao Ban's eyes.

"Huh?" came Zheng Lao Ban's voice over the intercom: "Are you hypoglycemic?"

Lin Yuan immediately realized she had forgotten to speak.

"No, I'm fine." Lin Yuan said, "Zheng Lao Ban, at Harvard I only performed interventional angiography examinations, never the related surgery."

"Oh."

Lin Yuan was still preparing to hear what Zheng Lao Ban would say next, but the intercom on that side was turned off directly.

Oh, what does "oh" mean!

She felt a little uneasy, worried that she might be driven away just because she couldn't perform surgery.

After two days in the Medical Team, Lin Yuan absolutely loved this place.

This place wasn't as boring as she had imagined; daily repetition of the same work left no challenge at all.

Zheng Lao Ban always had a myriad of strange case histories, and he could always make an accurate diagnosis each time.

Not every time, but at least so far it's been like this.

Wanting to stay, that was Lin Yuan's thought. She knew her opponent wasn't her own old father, but Zheng Lao Ban, who appeared gentle and practical yet was actually very firm.

This couldn't be solved by just acting cute like "meow meow meow".

But what exactly did Zheng Lao Ban's "oh" mean?

Lin Yuan felt a bit uneasy.

She turned her head and looked through the lead glass; Professor Rudolf Wagner stood beside Zheng Lao Ban, while Zheng Lao Ban's hand pointed at the screen, as if explaining something to Professor Rudolf Wagner.

The world-renowned professor listened obediently in front of Zheng Lao Ban like a student, leaving Lin Yuan a bit dazed.

Professor Rudolf's reputation was no lower than that of my own advisor; they were doctors of the same caliber. But in actual surgical skill, Professor Rudolf was clearly a notch higher.

Not just a little, but much more.

Lin Yuan guessed that the reason for this gap was precisely what was happening before her eyes—after each surgery, Zheng Lao Ban would make a cut and point out the shortcomings.

Bit by bit of accumulation, surgery after surgery of practice—medicine has no shortcuts. Life, likewise, has no shortcuts.

When the compression time was up, we applied a pressure bandage to the patient and sent them back to the ward.

Lin Yuan, wearing an isolation gown, was about to change clothes; passing the doctors' office, she heard Zheng Lao Ban answering the phone.

"Oh? Has the dryness syndrome improved? Why the sudden spasms?"

"I see, it'll pass soon."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

Lin Yuan thought she had heard the most crucial term—dryness syndrome.

This is a rare disease; I had only learned about it in books, never actually seen it before.

Then Lin Yuan saw Zheng Lao Ban stride out of the office, passing her as if he hadn't seen her, making way without glancing sideways.

"Zheng Lao Ban!" Lin Yuan shouted.

"Huh?"

"Are you going to see a patient? The dryness syndrome patient." Lin Yuan asked.

"It used to be dryness syndrome, but it's improved now." Zheng Ren said simply, striding forward: "Go change your clothes, hurry back and write the surgery record."

……

Lin Yuan felt a surge of frustration; this is what the lowest-level doctors should do, and I'm not one of them!

A Harvard-educated doctor, actually being treated as a nonentity—I must prove I'm an indispensable member of the Medical Team!

She didn't have time to change clothes, instead she ran a quick trot behind Zheng Lao Ban.

"Aren't you going to change clothes?" Zheng Ren heard the footsteps, turned his head, glanced, and asked.

"This isn't for a consultation, is it?" Lin Yuan felt a shudder in her heart as Zheng Ren looked at her.

Zheng Lao Ban's gaze was indifferent, carrying the contempt of a senior physician.

This is the privilege of a senior physician; I…… am really just a small doctor.

Lin Yuan immediately began thinking of an excuse, and in an instant continued the previous sentence, saying: "Today Su…… Yun Ge'er went off to be busy; on this side, don't you need someone to record the condition, take the films, and so on?"

Zheng Ren said nothing; he neither chased Lin Yuan away nor gave her even an extra look because of her words.

After saying that, Zheng Lao Ban had already ignored Lin Yuan again.

He was thinking of Section Chief Mao in his mind.

How could she be so unlucky? First came a rare endometriosis that spread to the spine, compressing the spinal cord nerves. Then came sicca syndrome, which has started to act up again.

Really, this person—if they're destined for bad luck, even drinking a mouthful of cold water will get stuck in their teeth.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what patient?" Lin Yuan asked from the side.

"The person in the hospital, recently had an appendectomy, because of endometriosis……" Zheng Ren recounted Section Chief Mao's experience to Lin Yuan in full; Lin Yuan felt quite moved.

"When I was in the United States, I once encountered a patient who had been on the highway seven times in his life, suffered seven car accidents, and the people who rode with him died a total of 165, yet he himself is still alive."

Zheng Ren expressed that he was quite moved; Americans still record certain things in great detail. If this person were in China, there definitely would not be such detailed records of the 165 people who died riding with him.