Chapter 2310: 2232 Pushing Open the Door Between Gods and Men (Alliance Leader Bread Tree Bonus 3)

Jin Yao Wu sat dazedly in front of the computer, the surgery in the live‑stream room had ended, he hadn't even put up a replay, and just sat there quietly for several hours.

The comments on the screen flew across like a hail of bullets, but Jin Yao Wu paid them no heed.

His mind was filled with every detail of Zheng Lao Ban's surgery, especially the several times he manipulated the fine needle through the septum.

The former small doctor from remote Hai Cheng who came to Di Du has, without realizing it, grown into a huge monster; he could easily devour a monster like himself.

After arriving at Mayo Clinic, Jin Yao Wu performed surgeries day and night; he felt his surgical skill had leapt forward, already far surpassing his level before going abroad.

Full of hope, he planned to return home in a few months and give everyone a shock.

Especially that arrogant Zheng Ren in Di Du, who constantly livestreams his surgeries, afraid that no one would know he had developed a new TIPS technique! I must let him know what true peak performance is!

But before he could return home, a bizarre left‑ventricular folding surgery guided by DSA completely crushed Jin Yao Wu.

His skill is high; the difficulties of the surgery are naturally clear to him.

So Jin Yao Wu grew increasingly baffled as to how this younger doctor, Zheng Ren, managed to achieve it.

The puncture needle made of elastic memory metal is very soft; facing the strong blood‑flow impact inside the left ventricle, how does he guarantee the needle has zero deviation and lands exactly where it was planned before the procedure?

Moreover, confronting the myocardium that is like a shield, he actually succeeds in puncturing on the first try.

Such success is no fluke, because the operator performed it successfully four times in a row!

Comparing those difficulties with the ones he encountered when performing gastric fundus and left gastric artery embolization surgeries, Jin Yao Wu grew ever more perplexed.

The gastric fundus artery is so thin that even he struggles to control the image of the guidewire amid turbulent blood flow—let alone the rushing flow inside the left ventricle.

Jin Yao Wu stared blankly at the screen; although this surgery wasn't purely interventional and was also brief, its impact on him was enormous.

The 22′23″ live‑stream, the 8′11″ puncture process, the operator's steady, emotionless, machine‑like operation—all of this left Jin Yao Wu utterly bewildered.

He simply couldn't fathom how Zheng Ren solved the effect of the left ventricle's massive blood‑flow impact on the puncture needle.

The more extraordinarily gifted a person is,

the more stunningly talented they are,

the more they have accomplished,

the more obsessive they become.

The technique Zheng Ren displayed in the just‑completed cardiac folding surgery already surpassed Jin Yao Wu's understanding of the world's rules; he blankly pondered countless things.

It seemed not long ago he was still thinking that, upon returning in a few months, he would shock the interventional medicine discipline.

For a talented and hard‑working young elite like himself, shouldn't that be the case?

But why must a Doctor Zheng appear on his path to success, becoming a stumbling block?

After another hour, Jin Yao Wu silently rose, turned off the computer, washed up like an emotionless robot, and lay down on the bed.

Yet no matter what, he couldn't fall asleep.

Zheng Ren—how did he do it?! This question lingered in his heart for a long time.

……

At Mayo Clinic, Dr. Charles, who rarely stays at the office, sat smiling in the large conference room, replaying the short 22‑minute surgery for the Nth time.

In his view, the entire surgical process was flawless.

Materials science has indeed made a breakthrough, but that's merely a toy. Apart from Dr. Zheng, Dr. Charles cannot think of anyone else in the world capable of this.

Although he doesn't perform interventional surgery, his rich surgical experience lets him instantly spot the procedure's difficulty. After the surgery ended, Dr. Charles had the surgical recording played on loop.

It truly is a wondrous, exquisite surgery; watching it left Dr. Charles feeling refreshed and delighted, as if he had grown much younger.

"Teacher, it's getting late; you ought to rest…"

"Did you understand the surgery?" Dr. Charles asked with a smile.

"I understand it, but I think there's no possibility of repetition," said Dr. Charles's student.

"Just not possible for now." Dr. Charles said, "Just not possible for now; Dr. Zheng provided the idea and a successful case, kicking the Baptista surgery into the trash. In the coming period, many doctors will study this newly emerged technique, and they will surely find a method acceptable to most physicians."

That assessment was too high; the doctor was somewhat taken aback.

"Every time I watch Zheng's surgery, I think, if I hadn't stayed in clinical practice for the Nobel Prize, would I have finally crossed that threshold that seems impossible to cross?"

"Push open the door between gods and men, and see the scenery beyond. Looking back now, for the sake of a Nobel Prize I gave up so much—I feel I made a mistake." Dr. Charles sighed, speaking with some regret.

"Um…" Dr. Charles's student stared, stunned.

"The door between gods and men" is a metaphor the doctor often uses.

Performing surgery to the level the doctor once achieved can be called the pinnacle of humanity.

Perhaps it's because of the Nobel Prize's allure; perhaps because the doctor believes that door is something humanity cannot surpass.

Whatever the reason, Dr. Charles ultimately abandoned surgery and began researching basic science.

"Those damned vampires." Dr. Charles muttered in a voice only he could hear.

He gazed at the screen at the surgery replayed countless times, his mood tinged with regret and dejection.

"Teacher, what did you say?"

Dr. Charles slightly shook his head, gazed enviously at the screen, and said, "Zheng's choice was correct; he pushed open that door."

"……"

"He is generous; not only did he open the door between gods and men, he also let us ordinary folk see the scenery beyond."

"The teacher must be exhausted," the doctor thought. "Scenery? The surgery is indeed good; the extremely complex procedure was revised by Dr. Zheng into a simple technique using clever methods."

"As for the Baptista surgery, just as the teacher said, the trauma is too great, basically impossible…" He got halfway through that thought when Dr. Charles's words interrupted him.

"Tell the board, I propose making Zheng our lifelong professor." Dr. Charles said.

"They will refuse."

"Refuse? If they do, I'll resign right away." Dr. Charles looked at the screen showing the surgery, like a child eyeing a coveted toy, "Perhaps going to live in China for a while to watch Zheng operate up close would also be a good option."

"……"