Chapter 215: with translation of chapter title

「Teacher Gu, you should be hospitalized. 」Just walked out of the research institute building, Su Yun suddenly asked.

Professor Gu's steps staggered slightly.

"How is your heart doing a bit better? Sneaking out like this, you shouldn't." Su Yun continued to unleash her sharp-tongued nature; even Professor Gu, a highly respected elder professor, could not escape.

Yet what he said was still reasonable; Professor Gu couldn't even refute it.

"Got it." After a few seconds, Professor Gu waved his hand and said, "What does cardiology have that our cardiothoracic surgery can treat?"

Su Yun smiled faintly, without refuting.

This is an internal hospital dispute; surgery thinks medicine is nitpicky, medicine thinks surgery is crude.

As for some related fringe technologies, whoever gets them first owns them.

Those who didn't get them, yet have the ability to perform them, naturally become dissatisfied.

For example, in European hospitals, spinal surgery belongs to neurosurgery. But because in China the earliest spinal treatment was developed by orthopedics, now the top experts in China are all from orthopedics. Neurosurgery…… only treats the head, can't get a hand in elsewhere.

Even Tiantan and Sanbo can only put effort into neurosurgery; spinal nerves are not under their jurisdiction, and even if they try, they can't compare to Tiantan Hospital and Peking Union Medical College Orthopedics.

The dispute between cardiothoracic surgery and cardiology has long existed.

Because in China cardiology first introduced coronary stent surgery, causing cardiothoracic surgery's volume to plummet. Initially, the stent procedures that cardiology didn't want to do or couldn't do were left to cardiothoracic surgery to perform coronary artery bypass surgery.

As technology advances, the coronary heart procedures that cardiology cannot perform become fewer. Patients choosing between minimally invasive and open-chest also opt for minimally invasive and reject open-chest surgery.

Therefore, many years ago, the separated cardiothoracic surgery merged back into cardiothoracic surgery in many hospitals—not for any other reason, but because there simply weren't enough surgeries to perform.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun both understood these twists and turns, so they didn't pay attention to Professor Gu's childlike remarks.

Medical treatment, internal medicine becoming surgical, surgery becoming minimally invasive, is the prevailing trend; it will absolutely not change because of a certain professor's wishes.

"Go back, I'll change your dressing. The other day, thanks to you two, Fang Lin that kid……" Professor Gu chattered, mentioning Fang Lin, he choked up.

"Have you gone to see him? How is Fang Lin's condition?" Zheng Ren asked.

"It's okay, because of excessive bleeding leading to impaired coagulation function, today we gave a few units of platelets and fibrinogen." Professor Gu said: "The chest tube drainage has reached 400ml; estimated that if no fresh blood drains out the day after tomorrow, the tube can be removed. The abdominal cavity drainage drew less than 100ml of bloody fluid; overall the situation looks not bad."

"Oh, that's good." Zheng Ren felt relieved.

"Thanks to your timely rescue." Professor Gu said with lingering fear: "Yesterday I saw that situation, I thought we couldn't save him, and in my anxiety this old heart disease acted up."

Zheng Ren gave a simple, honest smile.

Arriving at cardiothoracic surgery, Professor Gu directly took Zheng Ren to the dressing room.

He took a sterile dressing tray and lifted the gauze already soaked with sweat on Zheng Ren's shoulder.

"You need to use antibiotics for a few days." Professor Gu saw the wound edges were neat, slightly red but no swelling; likely not infection, but he cautiously had Zheng Ren use some antibiotics.

"Mm, I already used it yesterday." Zheng Ren said.

"Three days." Professor Gu issued the order without hesitation, not allowing refusal.

After changing Zheng Ren's shoulder wound dressing, Professor Gu called Zhao Yunlong over, sternly telling Zhao Yunlong that Zheng Ren absolutely cannot leave the ward these two days, lest he run off to do surgery again and risk an accident.

Zheng Ren laughed and cried at the same time.

It's just a cold; what accident could happen? My body is fine; the chance of pneumonia is not high.

But Professor Gu meant well, so I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

Professor Gu also arranged a single room for Zheng Ren, letting him move in.

Finally…… staying in a single room in the capital city, Zheng Ren laughed and cried.

When Zheng Ren tried to decline, Professor Gu's eyes widened, and he sternly and somewhat domineeringly drove Zheng Ren into the single room.

"Be content; only deputy minister-level officials can get a single room." Su Yun leisurely sat on the sofa, looking at Zheng Ren.

"The key is I have nothing going on." Zheng Ren spoke weakly, with no persuasiveness at all.

"Still putting on a tough front, lie down, kid." Su Yun sat on the sofa, took out her phone, playing with something aimlessly.

Zheng Ren helplessly lay down on the bed of the high-grade room, a wave of fatigue surging over him.

The high-grade rooms of the Capital City Large Tertiary Hospital are like treasures—not something you can just stay in if you have money.

When Zheng Ren was an inpatient doctor in the General Surgery Department, he once received a vice-mayor-level official. Of course, at that time he could only stand aside, watching Director Liu attend to him with solicitous care all the way, a full green channel.

Later, that patient was diagnosed with gastric cancer, did not stay for surgery at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, but went directly to a certain hospital in the capital city.

Generally, being able to find a senior professor in the capital city for surgery is already good. But having been accustomed to prestige in Haicheng, that person came to the capital and demanded a high-grade room.

Each hospital arranges rooms differently—some have the Inpatient Chief, some the Head Nurse, some the Team-leading Professor. But for high-grade room assignments, they are all the same.

Starting at deputy minister level, department heads or authoritative professors have the right to allocate single rooms.

Ordinary people would just accept it, but who would have thought that patient actually went back to Haicheng in a huff from the capital, requesting a professor from Modu to perform the surgery.

Back and forth, it delayed about half a month.

Moreover, he was unlucky; his malignant tumor subtype was poor, progressing rapidly. During surgery, they found metastasis in three lymph nodes.

This is a rather sigh-worthy example, so Zheng Ren felt Bu Ruotian's choice was correct.

Thinking about all these miscellaneous matters, Zheng Ren gradually drifted into a daydream.

He slept so deeply it was dark as night; unsure whether it was the fatigue from operating while ill or the side effect of that energy elixir from the system, Zheng Ren slept until dusk.

When he got up, he saw Su Yun still curled on the sofa playing with her phone; compared to before, it seemed she hadn't even changed her posture.

There was an intravenous needle mark on his hand; he guessed the nurse came in his sleep to give him a drip and pull the needle, yet he was completely unaware.

He broke out in a sweat again, and Zheng Ren felt much better.

"What should we eat tonight?" Zheng Ren sat up and asked.

"I thought you'd sleep until tomorrow morning." Su Yun replied without lifting her head: "Aren't you not interested in eating?"

"……" That really leaves one speechless.

Zheng Ren indeed has no interest in food, but today he was sick, wearing lead clothing and performed seven interventional surgeries; his stamina had already been largely depleted.