Chapter 213

"Teacher Gu, Doctor Zheng just finished the last surgery, should be applying pressure to stop bleeding, will come over soon." Committee Secretary Li Haitao knows Professor Gu, steps forward and says, "Please sit, wait a few minutes he'll come."

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In the operating room, Su Yun was applying pressure to stop bleeding, Zheng Ren sat quietly in the control room, the lead clothing that converted radiation energy had already been stored in the system space.

The light blue isolation gown was soaked through front and back with sweat, the color darkened somewhat.

The surgery went very well, something Zheng Ren had anticipated. But the wound on his left shoulder and the fever caused him endless trouble.

Two hours earlier, after finishing the first surgery, Zheng Ren was already unable to support himself.

Although he had the lead clothing that converted radiation energy, he still could not continue.

Zheng Ren felt helpless; he originally wanted to give it another try to complete the task 'Revealing the Majestic', taking advantage of Su Yun's break in applying pressure to stop blood to nap, he went to the system space to see if he could recover some more stamina.

If that didn't work, Zheng Ren would rather give up the task that made him drool, and he couldn't perform surgery when his condition was poor.

Being a doctor, one must still have the most basic bottom line; Zheng Ren adhered to his original intention.

Upon entering the system space, Zheng Ren found that the speed of recovering energy there was very slow, making it impossible to fully replenish his energy during the time spent applying pressure to stop bleeding.

Sigh, it looks like I have to give up on surgery.

In the midst of disappointment, Zheng Ren unintentionally saw that bottle of energy potion long forgotten in the corner.

This potion was originally given to Zheng Ren by the system as a mission reward, but who is Zheng Ren? He is a new-generation surgeon raised under the red flag.

What strange thing, how could one just casually drink it?

What if it turns him into an alien, what then?

But at this moment, seeing the energy potion, Zheng Ren's mind stirred and he began to consider.

In the system mall, one could also see the exchange for energy potions. The system had been attached for quite a while, and Zheng Ren had also established preliminary trust with that Big Pig Trotter.

Why not give it a try?

Once this idea arose, it could not be suppressed.

'Revealing the Majestic' first stage: reward a master-level skill book, a huge amount of experience points, and an ultra-long completion time. As for the golden treasure chest… Zheng Ren had completely forgotten about it.

Faced with such enormous benefits, Zheng Ren did not mind taking risks.

Of course, the extent to which it could be accepted was also because the Big Pig Trotter system had always been reliable.

He picked up the energy potion and opened the stopper.

It tasted like mint; Zheng Ren didn't particularly like it, but he didn't dislike it either.

He tried taking a sip; the taste seemed okay. After waiting nearly a minute, Zheng Ren felt no discomfort anywhere, only that his spirits seemed a bit better.

Never mind, Zheng Ren steeled himself, praying that the system's Big Pig Trotter wouldn't let him down…… If this potion was meant for some alien creature, who knows, his own constitution is weak……

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became; he simply stopped thinking, tilted his head back, and poured the entire energy potion in.

Instantly, a cool feeling rose from his tailbone, went up to the back of his head, then exploded. A burst of fireworks-like energy spread throughout Zheng Ren's body, wandering about.

The discomfort in his left shoulder still remained; it seemed the energy potion had no effect on external injuries.

But the soreness from the cold and fever seemed to have eased; his whole body was full of energy, Zheng Ren felt he could perform another ten surgeries without problem.

When Su Yun tried to stop Zheng Ren from pushing himself, she saw a lively fellow appear before her again.

How strange, Su Yun also couldn't fathom how, after only a short ten-minute rest, this guy had fully recovered in health, mana, and condition.

For the upcoming surgery, Zheng Ren adopted a more extreme method.

After finishing with a patient, he placed them on the cart to be sent back to the ward, with Su Yun applying pressure to stop bleeding; Zheng Ren, without wasting a moment, immediately began the next surgery.

When Su Yun finished her follow-up work and handed the patient over to the in-house intervention department doctor to be sent back to the ward, the next surgery was already underway for more than half.

After nearly three hours of continuous full-force operation, Su Yun's forehead black hair was drenched in sweat, and her stamina points were near exhaustion.

And although Zheng Ren had drunk a bottle of energy potion, he also faced this situation.

Fortunately, in the end I still completed the last case perfectly, and it was also the most difficult Shou Bing.

"Zheng Lao Ban, have a sip of water." Zheng Ren's eyes were half-closed, and the operator handed over a bottle of water.

"Thank you." Zheng Ren took the water, forced out a faint smile, and twisted his right hand a bit.

The sweat's slickness and his whole-body weakness made his hand go limp; the cap of the pure water bottle didn't budge at all.

Zheng Ren gave a bitter smile; he had already done his best… being sick… this feeling is really awful.

"Zheng Lao Ban, it's my fault." The operator quickly took the pure water bottle, helped Zheng Ren open it, then handed it back.

After drinking a few sips of water, Zheng Ren felt much better.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you're awesome!" The operator gave a thumbs-up and praised him.

Zheng Ren smiled.

"Although I've never performed Shou Bing, I've seen a lot and still understand the ins and outs." The operator said seriously.

Evaluating how good or bad a Shou Bing is involves many angles. Among them, the operator of Interventional surgery, the anesthesiologist of surgical surgery, and the instrument nurse have the most direct evaluations.

Surgeons boast to each other commercially; that's not something you can count on.

But if the anesthesiologist says a certain doctor's Shou Bing is good, then it definitely won't be bad.

If the instrument nurse says the same, then good—this person's Shou Bing level is at least expert level.

Because instrument nurses earn the least, they stubbornly concentrate and stand for several hours, only receiving a dozen or so, several tens of yuan as table fees.

Therefore, instrument nurses are the people who most hope the Shou Bing ends as quickly as possible.

Doctors with average Shou Bing skills, when they enter the Operating Room, the nurses have no pleasant expressions. Even skilled instrument nurses absolutely refuse to be paired with quack surgeons; that's simply wasting their lives.

The same goes for the Interventional surgery room.

Haicheng Shi Yiyuan has no operator; Zheng Ren always operates the machine himself on the Operating table.

Under normal circumstances, the operator is among those who see the most Shou Bing, often even more than a particular surgeon performs.

Seeing many, one naturally understands the ins and outs.

This Zheng Lao Ban, although he comes from that remote area of Hai Cheng, his Shou Bing is truly pleasing to the eye.

Fast, that's the most basic. The key is that their Shou Bing is steady, extremely steady; many operators think the difficult points pose no difficulty for Zheng Ren—it's simple and done in one go.

"Your level, no need to stay in Hai Cheng." The operator said with a smile: "Any big city in the south, or the second-tier Zhongshan or Zhuhai—wherever you go, at least you'll get a six-figure annual salary."

A six-figure is one million.

Using money to evaluate skill is the most direct.

Zheng Ren smiled, "The Jizhenbingfang back home has just started; I can't leave."

The operator also didn't know Zheng Ren's true thoughts; discussing superficial matters deeply is a major taboo.

The two chatted a few sentences, waiting for Su Yun to move the patient onto a cart and hand him to the Intervention Department Doctor; then Zheng Ren stood up, moved slightly, and said, "Thank you, see you again if the opportunity arises."

After a few polite words, Zheng Ren left the Operating Room work area and headed for the demonstration room.

Su Yun lowered his head, not knowing whether from tiredness or wondering how Zheng Ren could perform seven Shou Bing in a row despite a shoulder injury and fever.

Arriving at the demonstration room, Zheng Ren habitually knocked a few times, then pushed open the ajar door and entered.

"Hahaha..." Applause thundered in the demonstration room.

Last night after midnight a family member fell ill; I updated before three. I normally get up around four, just explaining here. Thanks for the Yue Piao Tui Jian Piao~~