Chapter 2317: 2238 Is it about one person? (Alliance Leader Mu Wood VIP extra chapter 5)

2238 Is it about one person? (Alliance Leader Mu Wood VIP extra chapter 5)

"Surgery..." Su Yun rarely didn't retort directly, but instead put on a smile.

"They said they went to Brazil to find a doctor to do the surgery." Song Ying said.

"Hmm, that's also a sensible person. This kind of surgery is either a heart transplant or a Baptista procedure; this technique is indeed most commonly done in Brazil." Zheng Ren said.

"Could you add those two previous words when you say this?" Su Yun said disdainfully: "Adding them makes it sound like the truth; otherwise I always feel you're putting on airs."

"Hehe." Zheng Ren gave a dry laugh, picked up his chopsticks, and served Xie Yiren some vegetables.

For him, a few bites of food are enough to fill him up; the rest of his enjoyment comes from watching Xie Yiren eat and drink happily.

"Boss, a doctor who came to see the folding technique said they can't wait until tomorrow and are causing a scene in the department." Su Yun said.

"Contact the consulate; if they keep causing trouble, just drive them away." Zheng Ren replied offhandedly.

"A Brazilian doctor—Zheng Ren isn't particularly concerned. Learning things half-heartedly, that's just some bad habit someone picked up."

"Lin Ge is handling it." Su Yun said with a smile: "He looked at the patient's films and post-op check report and couldn't wait. The hospital thinks it's a good publicity reason, so they probably won't hand it over to higher-ups."

"Whatever." Zheng Ren said.

Today, the patient with advanced dilated cardiomyopathy has already gotten out of bed; if Zheng Ren hadn't insisted on keeping them in observation room 912 for two more days, according to the patient's own wishes, they would have already been discharged home.

Originally Song Ying sought Zheng Ren to explain things about Yun Ze, but when he went to the Intervention Department in room 912, he saw a crowd of publicity staff and reporters conducting promotional interviews. After a quick inquiry, a feeling of utter absurdity welled up inside him.

Surgery yesterday, and today they're out of bed?

This doesn't match what I know—is it the same disease? After Song Ying pulled Su Yun aside and questioned them for a long time, he finally understood that Boss Zheng had once again broken the dimensional barrier, pioneering a brand‑new surgical method.

What's up with Yun Ze, making such a fuss?

This is just a small ripple; Song Ying quickly got into the swing of things, adjusting the atmosphere at the table to just right.

Because there were girls present, we couldn't drive. But Song Ying is well‑versed and witty, mastering the rhythm of conversation perfectly.

Nearly an hour later, Yun Ze knocked and entered, followed by that curvaceous secretary.

Song Ying introduced Boss Zheng; they should have exchanged a few pleasantries, sat down to eat and drink, and enjoyed each other's company. But when Zheng Ren saw Yun Ze, his eyes went a little glassy, and he stared at him for a long time.

Yun Ze was somewhat displeased; although there was a white mist before his eyes, he could still tell that little Boss Zheng's gaze toward him was off.

Song Ying said with a smile: "Director Yun, you've rushed back all this way; your jet lag probably hasn't adjusted yet."

"It's not that I'm worried you'll get angry; I hurried over to make amends." Yun Ze's tone was gentle, but his words carried a slight edge.

"Look at what you're saying." Song Ying laughed: "Whether or not they're angry, as long as the elderly person recovers smoothly, that's the best possible outcome."

"This time I took a big risk, found the world's leading expert who performs this surgery the most, and even brought in Johns Hopkins' critical care team for nursing. It's been a touch‑and‑go situation, a touch‑and‑go." Yun Ze started out a bit angry, laying out several points, trying to knock some sense into little Boss Zheng's gaze.

But as he went on, he also felt a sense of emotion.

It really was a touch‑and‑go situation; nothing much, but cutting off over a pound, nearly two pounds of flesh from the body is unbearable, let alone removing a couple of pounds from the heart.

Fortunately this surgery was done in Brazil; otherwise I'd now be burning the seventh‑day incense for the old lady.

"Oh?" Su Yun suddenly showed a gentle smile and asked: "Who is the world's top‑tier doctor?"

"Doctor Duomingge·Baoluo." Yun Ze said lightly.

"The Doctor Duomingge from St. Paul's Heart Medical Center?"

"You know him?" Yun Ze felt even angrier inside. Colleagues are rivals, and that statement is true.

"But he's an internationally renowned professor, the one who performs the Baptista procedure most worldwide, and you, a small doctor from 912, still dare to question Doctor Duomingge·Baoluo?"

"Nonsense!"

"Oh oh, I didn't know him before, but I'll get to know him soon." Su Yun blew a breath, his black hair fluttering at the forehead.

"Soon?" Yun Ze felt doubtful.

He stared at Su Yun, waiting for what came next, but Su Yun completely ignored his gaze, picked up the wine bottle, filled Chang Yue's glass, then his own, and whispered something to Chang Yue.

"How annoying," Yun Ze felt even more displeased inside.

Song Ying had already smelled a faint hint of gunpowder, and he immediately smiled and asked: "Little Su, is Doctor Duomingge·Baoluo the Brazilian doctor who's already here?"

"If that's correct, it should be him." Su Yun said: "He's seeing patients at the hospital. We don't know him yet; we'll talk after we meet tomorrow."

He speaks in a loose, carefree manner, with a touch of nonchalance.

Yun Ze blinked, somewhat unable to comprehend. He and the person before him couldn't possibly be talking about the same individual; there must be a misunderstanding.

"Director Yun, Boss Zheng has recently performed a similar surgery, done minimally invasively." Song Ying explained: "It's a world‑first technique; patients can get out of bed and move the day after the operation. From the looks of it, even running wouldn't be a problem now."

"I've been saying Boss Zheng's surgery causes problems, leaving issues post‑op; don't let patients get up so early. Remember the feud between the two community hospitals? Today's patient is the same—insisting on being discharged." Su Yun said disparagingly.

"..." Yun Ze froze.

I had brought in the world's top critical‑care team from Brazil, yet my elderly relative lay in the ICU for over a week, slipping into danger several times before being barely saved by resuscitation.

And yet here… how can it be called minimally invasive surgery when the patient is up and about the next day…

"It's fine; the patient will be discharged in a couple of days." Zheng Ren served Xie Yiren a chopstickful of vegetables, placing it in her bone dish, and stopped giving Yun Ze a strange look.

"Uh..." Yun Ze wanted to ask something but didn't know where to begin.

"Doctor Duomingge·Baoluo, the Brazilian doctor who performed a Baptista procedure a little over ten days ago, removing 343 grams of heart muscle?" Su Yun and Chang Yue downed a drink, bold and unreserved, then asked.

Yun Ze nodded dazedly.

"That's him." Su Yun said: "In the email he sent me, he said he wanted to come learn the new technique. You say this isn't nonsense, as if just mentioning him would make you able to master it."

"..."

Yun Ze felt amused inside.

Young people, spouting nonsense just to save face—it all sounds laughable. Doctor Duomingge·Baoluo, coming to the Imperial Capital? This joke isn't funny at all.