Chapter 2204

Although Vice President Yuan and Director Ye were present, Lin Yuan still confidently introduced Operating Room 912 to Gai De·Wu Zi.

This was the task assigned by Boss Zheng; it must be completed perfectly. Although the words were spoken by Su Yun, Lin Yuan's mind directly became Boss Zheng's arrangement.

She had rarely been to the Big External Operating Room, but she had to say something, otherwise it would be awkward. Lin Yuan used fluent American English to introduce Operating Room 912 to Gai De·Wu Zi; after a few sentences, she began introducing Boss Zheng's team.

Fortunately, Gai De·Wu Zi was in a hurry; he wanted to watch the surgery recording to see why Doctor Zheng had finished the liver transplant surgery so quickly. Lin Yuan didn't absorb any of the specific details she said.

In the meeting room adjacent to the Operating Room, the room was full of people, all staring intently at the projected image.

The surgery was still ongoing, but it was already nearing its end.

The liver transplant patient suffered cardiac arrest during the operation; despite this dire situation, Boss Zheng still completed the surgery at lightning speed. Even now, the doctors, professors, and directors still have adrenaline and dopamine coursing through their bodies, not yet metabolized.

They craned their necks, staring fixedly at the surgery, fearing an acute rejection reaction.

Looking at the various machine data in the upper-left corner of the live broadcast, the patient's condition was stable; they only needed to wait for the final bile duct anastomosis to finish, after which the surgery would essentially be over. Afterwards, no one believed Boss Zheng could do anything flashy with the rinsing, so there was no need to watch.

Moreover, by that time Boss Zheng had probably already stepped down from the operating table.

When he performs surgery, no matter how major, he habitually steps down after completing the main part; everyone has accepted this.

Upon entering the meeting room, Gai De·Wu Zi's eyes locked onto the operative field in Boss Zheng's view, and he couldn't look away.

Microvascular anastomosis—every stitch, every thread was perfect and standard.

Gai De·Wu Zi also performs microsurgery, completing the operation at the microscopic level, which can increase the completeness of the transplant surgery.

But he had never seen such microsurgery before.

The surgeon was like a machine—cold, with no fluctuation; the spacing of each stitch was fixed, and when magnified tenfold it looked incredibly standard.

There was a kind of… beauty reminiscent of the industrial era.

"Doctor Gai, please come in." Lin Yuan hadn't expected Gai De·Wu Zi to suddenly stop; she whispered.

But Gai De·Wu Zi stared intently at the surgery, not answering her.

Seeing Gai De·Wu Zi's vacant gaze, she followed his line of sight and Lin Yuan knew what he was up to.

"So fast… the fastest…"

Lin Yuan vaguely caught some fragmented words from Gai's mouth.

Vice President Yuan listened as Director Zhang, who had observed the entire process, explained the surgery to him. Although she was an internal medicine director, she wouldn't get the patient's overall condition wrong.

Upon hearing the moment the patient's heart stopped during surgery, Vice President Yuan also felt his own heart stop.

This time, there was no medical accident, no dispute, and everyone was pure in intention.

Such a major surgery involved extremely cumbersome procedures, including academic exchanges with foreign hospitals; even during the approval process, Director Yan personally handled it.

If it failed, 912 would have done everything possible to pull that young life from the abyss, but it didn't succeed. Asking oneself honestly, there would be absolutely no guilt.

But if the surgery succeeded, how wonderful that would be.

If the patient survived, the exchange and cooperation between 912 and King's Hospital would fully unfold, to everyone's delight.

No matter how you look at it, it would be ten thousand times better than a botched surgery failure.

As for the media side, the chief editor of the vigorous New Di Du News came to the hospital to take charge and coordinate.

This kind of positive‑energy dissemination still uses a high‑difficulty surgery as its vehicle; it is certainly not baseless complaining.

Everything was perfect, but at the moment the patient's heartbeat stopped, it seemed as if this soap bubble had been punctured.

Director Zhang continued, explaining how Su Yun's chest compressions, Boss Zheng's surgery, and the team's tight coordination—relying on diaphragmatic compressions to keep the patient's heart beating—had ultimately completed the operation.

The process wasn't long, but hearing it was heart‑pounding.

Seeing the team pause, Vice President Yuan, after finishing the briefing, immediately walked forward with Ye Qingqiu.

Doctor Gai De·Wu Zi truly wasn't willing to divert his gaze from the screen for even a minute or a second.

From the broadcast's viewpoint, the advantages were obvious: the surgery was methodical, and even clearer than watching it from the operating table.

At this moment, Zheng Lao Ban finished anastomosing the last bile duct and began flushing with warm saline; the liver transplant surgery was basically declared a success.

Vice President Yuan walked to the doorway, smiling and said, "Professor Gai De·Wu Zi, the surgery went very smoothly, thank you for your help."

Gai De·Wu Zi spoke hastily in accented English at breakneck speed, leaving everyone feeling dazed.

"Little Lin, what did Professor Gai De say?" Vice President Yuan, seemingly unaware of the awkwardness, smiled and asked Lin Yuan.

"Doctor Gai De·Wu Zi said he wants to watch the replay of Zheng Lao Ban's surgery," Lin Yuan said, acting as interpreter.

The surgery had ended, yet nobody in the room left; they were especially interested in the Gai De·Wu Zi doctor from King's Hospital, who was touted as one of the top three liver transplant surgeons worldwide.

After all, this is a technique exchange.

Ye Qingqiu immediately called for someone to play the replay; after hearing Lin Yuan's translation, Gai De·Wu Zi calmed down a bit.

"Little Lin, ask Professor Gai De·Wu Zi if he can explain the surgery," Vice President Yuan said, seizing every opportunity.

Explaining a surgery is no problem at all for Gai De·Wu Zi.

Observing this lightning-fast liver transplant surgery up close was his most urgent need; everything else was irrelevant.

After watching the live broadcast, a world‑top liver transplant expert came to give a commentary, and everyone present was greatly shaken!

Under the editor‑in‑chief's signal, the reporters of the New Di Du Daily set up their camera positions, ready to capture precious footage.

They didn't grasp how difficult the surgery was, but to ordinary people the three words "liver transplant" signify the highest‑level surgery.

Moreover, a world‑class expert team had brought a donor to Di Du.

This was an almost perfect positive‑ publicity campaign—saving lives, curing disease, a high‑difficulty surgery, great human love. Each of these topics, the editors felt, could yield article after article that would bring readers to tears.

In their view, the pieces put out by 912's publicity department were still a bit rough, with many points that could be dug into deeper.

For example, contacting the international top‑expert team, for example, the donor, for example, at 5 a. m. when so many professors and directors from 912 were guarding the operating room, just so that if a problem arose they could have one more person, one more pair of hands to rescue.

The publicity copy celebrating the surgery's success was already being written, to promote 912's spirit of great medical sincerity, to promote… anyway, there were plenty of things worth promoting.

The cameraman finally adjusted the positions and angles, and Gai De·Wu Zi became the center of attention at that moment.

The reporters, having read the introduction, knew this person was a leading expert in liver transplantation and an important figure in this publicity campaign.

Soon, the replay began.