Chapter 2432: 2437.2347 After‑Smoke

2437.2347 After‑Smoke

The warming measures were in place, the pregnant woman and newborn had been sent away, Zheng Ren felt a cool breeze blow on him after the airtight door opened, and he felt refreshed.

The surgical gown on his front and back was already soaked with sweat; it turned out he had been nervous just then, and Zheng Ren smiled.

"Boss, your technique is not bad." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with a smiling squint and said.

"Hmm, not bad."

"Tsk tsk, are you being modest?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren and asked off‑key.

Zheng Ren smiled and said to Yi Ren, "I'll change my clothes and wait for you."

"All right, I need half an hour on my end, don't rush me." Xie Yiren said while tidying up the instrument tray.

Zheng Ren smiled, tore off the sterile gown, and said, "I'm going."

"Boss Zheng, impressive." Lao He followed beside him, smiling, and said, "Let's go to the duty room for a smoke?"

"Well… let's go." Zheng Ren felt a bit chilly, so he said he'd wipe off the sweat first.

Just a moment ago, the overall operation was fine, his whole body had entered a stress state, and now large amounts of adrenaline, dopamine, and glucocorticoids in his body needed to be metabolized.

Having a post‑op cigarette is also not bad.

He went downstairs, arrived at the anesthesiology department's duty room, Lao He took out a cigarette, handed it to Zheng Ren and Su Yun, lit it, and opened the window.

"Boss Zheng, I just knew your anesthesia skill must be higher than mine." Lao He said sincerely.

"My anesthesia skill is also higher than yours, why don't you say so?" Su Yun asked.

Lao He laughed heartily, shamelessly avoiding the question, with not the slightest embarrassment.

"Boss Zheng, when should the patient's second‑stage surgery be done? Should we follow up and do it?" Lao He asked.

Zheng Ren smiled, knowing that Lao He meant if they were to do the second‑stage surgery, he was preparing to practice neonatal anesthesia.

"It shouldn't be necessary; after the first‑stage surgery is done, we'll do another peritoneal lavage in 2‑3 days, then go up and simply reduce the sutures. The remaining surgery isn't difficult, so there's no need to go up." Zheng Ren said.

"Your skill…" Lao He scratched his head, feeling moved.

"Lao He, your flattery skills are improving." Su Yun burst out laughing and said, "No need, the boss doesn't care about that. You did a great job just now, almost seamlessly connecting the ventilator."

Lao He gave a hehe laugh, knowing that everything he did was seen by Boss Zheng and would not be in vain.

"Well, you did a great job then." Zheng Ren nodded.

He had long since grown accustomed to his role as Medical Group Leader, and his speech was no longer as polite as before.

"This child's umbilical hernia is really big; I asked in the anesthesia group, and the largest umbilical hernia they've seen is only about 8 cm." Lao He said with a smiling squint, "Today's patient is the lightest in weight and has the largest hernia extent."

"It's meaningless." Zheng Ren said, "If you want to write a paper… hey, Su Yun."

Zheng Ren seemed to have remembered something, shifted the topic, and looked at Su Yun.

"A paper? Zhou Litao's? He needs to find a case, but I actually think just casually writing one and putting Manager Zhou's name on it might be easier." Su Yun said offhand.

"Not Manager Zhou, has there been any statistics on Old Liu's side for gastric fundus and gastric left artery embolization surgery?" Zheng Ren asked.

"By the time you remember it, he'll have done several hundred surgeries." Su Yun said, "The statistics have been done, following the standard format. When Old Liu went to Yimei for surgery, I told him about this, and his side has the data."

"Oh, then that's good." Zheng Ren took a puff of cigarette, thinking to himself that he had indeed overlooked many things.

For example, the statistics of surgical procedures on Liu Xu zhi's side.

He himself might not need it, but Old Liu still does. Probably Old Liu previously hadn't prepared promotion materials in Xilin Town; if he wants to make further progress in hepatobiliary surgery in the capital, he always needs to have preparation.

"Old Liu told me his life is already quite satisfying." Su Yun laughed heartily and said, "Every day, living off the money he earns through hard work almost matches what he used to earn in half a year back home, so there's nothing to be dissatisfied about."

"Well, people should always look forward."

"People differ; Old Liu has his own ideas. I've been thinking about recently helping him organize his data…"

"Yun Ge'er, could you also help me organize the data?" Lao He immediately moved closer.

"Next time we won't bring Good Luck Come to the surgery; the paper thing is mine." Su Yun tossed a piece of meat bone.

Lao He thought about it, neither saying yes nor no, just laughed, pretending to have amnesia and forgetting what had just happened.

Su Yun slightly shook her head; Lao He this guy, even being tempted to publish a paper doesn't work on him—he really has a stubborn streak.

It's also because at his age he doesn't have much demand for papers; publishing in a top journal is just something to brag about over a meal. Seeing Lao He like this, he also has no ambition to become head of the anesthesiology department.

"If you have time, Old Liu, you could do two more surgeries on his side; I think we could still make progress. He's too embarrassed to tell you, but I can sense it."

"Well, I'll go over there these few days." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Although Old Liu is a bit older, I never expected him to have come this far."

"It's because of money." Su Yun said, "If it were possible, who would want to run around being dragged by his wife with a rolling pin for a few thousand yuan?"

Looking back, when he went to Xilin Town to do surgery, Zheng Ren felt time had flown by. In the blink of an eye, the college entrance exam had ended, and Gao Shaojie would be coming over these few days.

"Once Old Liu's side finishes organizing the data, it'll be a solid paper for Willow Leaf Blade; I think applying for a natural science grant would be enough." Su Yun said.

"No need." Zheng Ren didn't care at all.

Lao He listened, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Look at Boss Zheng—when he applied for the natural science grant to prepare for promotion to associate senior title, how much effort he put in.

But Boss Zheng just said "no need," and they really don't think it's that hard.

However, after Lao He thought about it, he realized that was indeed the case.

Boss Zheng is aiming for the Nobel Prize; a natural science grant is just trivial.

"I've been in touch with the Willow Leaf Blade editors; they said Hopkinson's side also has a research on gastric fundus and gastric left artery embolism that's already been submitted." Su Yun said, "I need to tighten up these days, or else if someone else publishes first it'll be boring."

"Oh." Zheng Ren wasn't very interested in such matters; he just gave a bland response.

"Go take a look at Old Liu; if you do two more surgeries on his side, the speed could be a bit faster." Su Yun said, "We've been saying this for so long—why haven't you gone to see him? You've been eating his hand‑pulled noodles for free!"

Zheng Ren remembered that Old Liu Xu zhi's lover's hand‑pulled noodles really suited his taste. He also didn't know whether the strength of the rolling pin had been trained on Old Liu.

He smiled and answered, wanting to stub out the cigarette butt. A bottled water appeared before his eyes; Lao He had already prepared it, head lowered obediently.

"Then I'll go first, Lao He." Zheng Ren tossed the cigarette butt in, turned, and left.