Chapter 249: 0243 Smooth Sailing (2/5)

Performing liver cancer surgery, Director Kong had no objections; this had been decided yesterday.

Then, following Zheng Ren's suggestion, let's set aside the live broadcast matter for now.

Director Kong still leaned toward doing it secretly; as for success or failure, without a video recording, it's still up to him to say how it counts.

As long as it's not too embarrassing, surpassing the German professors is outright impossible; if it were possible, why would all those expert professors have left overnight?

Director Kong had it all figured out in his mind.

Chairman Ma, an old hand, was stunned; he'd never seen a junior doctor speak to the director of a top-tier hospital like that, but he kept his composure and remained silent.

Time is sometimes the best friend; only after money is spent do we see the true picture.

Is it just showing off, or is it genuinely impressive? Time will tell.

Chairman Ma won't now jump out and make a foolish statement; so far, Longwind Micro-creation has benefited the most, and as long as we hold onto those benefits, that's enough.

As for whether the surgery succeeds or fails, who cares?

……

Qin Liren had finished preoperative preparations; after Director Kong handed over shift and made rounds, he sent Qin Liren to the operating room.

Upon learning he would finally get to perform surgery today, Qin Liren felt a mixture of emotions.

He lay on the operating table in the interventional surgery room, staring at the bright white shadowless lamp, recalling his recent experiences.

"Qin Liren?" Zheng Ren walked in a few minutes later, looked at the name on the film in his hand, and verified the patient's information.

"Yeah, that's me," Qin Liren replied immediately.

"Information correct," Zheng Ren said softly, then made a gesture. Su Yun, who had been following him, began scrubbing in and laying down the first sterile layer.

After laying the first layer, Su Yun disinfected again, put on gloves, and began laying the second sterile layer.

Zheng Ren wasn't in a hurry; he leisurely examined the films hanging on the viewbox while Su Yun handled the preoperative prep.

Having reached Intervention Grand Master Level, the information from the films about the approach and technique gave Zheng Ren a fresh assessment and understanding of the surgery for the small liver tumor nodule.

"Boss Zheng, ready," Su Yun said, seeing Zheng Ren staring at the 64-slice CT three‑dimensional reconstruction he had made yesterday, not rushing to start, with a odd tone.

"Mm." Zheng Ren acknowledged, didn't move, but closed his eyes and mentally simulated the procedure.

Having done many surgeries, like a butcher dissecting an ox, Zheng Ren knew exactly what the vessels looked like and how to enter them.

Moreover, in the early hours, after performing over fifty prostate arterial embolizations in the System Space, Zheng Ren gained a deeper feel for how to navigate a microguidewire through ever‑smaller vessels.

After attaining the Grand Master rank, what used to be difficult has become smooth sailing.

About a minute later, Su Yun leaned over and whispered, "Didn't rest well yesterday? Want me to take over the surgery?"

Zheng Ren chuckled, "No, I'm running a simulation; the surgery should finish in about twenty‑eight minutes."

"Tch," Su Yun scoffed.

"You can do it?" Zheng Ren also found it strange; Su Yun's speed in learning surgery is terrifying.

"Should be fine—I've seen you do five surgeries, so I know the drill." Su Yun habitually blew out a breath, but his black hair, tucked tight under the sterile cap, wouldn't budge.

Some regrets.

Zheng Ren was surprised; Su Yun was even more surprised.

Could he really simulate to this extent? After doing a few surgeries in Di Du, Zheng Ren had gotten swollen‑headed. It looks like I need to remind him more—if he keeps getting big‑headed and publishes a paper in the Willow Leaf Blade, gaining some academic standing, he'll ruin his own future.

Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun's inner drama, turned to scrub up, put on his clothes, and stepped onto the operating table.

Su Yun had completed the femoral artery puncture and waited quietly for Zheng Ren to arrive.

Not many people were in the observation platform outside today; most of those who saw yesterday's surgery hadn't digested its content.

Even if they watched again today, they wouldn't gain much.

Besides, the surgery schedule for the day is packed; losing yesterday's day leaves no time to watch Zheng Ren do another demonstration of the same type.

Moreover, it's said that tomorrow they might perform prostate arterial embolization treatment, and all the doctors' appetites have been whetted; they're eager to observe and learn.

Tomorrow's surgery schedule has been completely moved to today or the day after.

Director Kong sat upright, eyes fixed through the lead glass on Zheng Ren and Su Yun bustling inside, his mind on another matter—whether or not to do a live‑broadcast surgery.

The patient side is fine; the nation's interventional experts have gathered, surely ready for a public surgery. All the paperwork was signed early; any benefits—like free hospital admission, medication, and tests—are provided.

A live‑broadcast surgery means nothing to Zheng Ren, but for me the difference would be huge.

But now… isn't the situation different?

Sigh, Director Kong let out a breath in his heart.

If it weren't for Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg University in Germany having already done the surgery first, everything would still be negotiable.

After that, many of the nation's top interventional experts left Di Du, abandoning the research; now pursuing a live broadcast, we might not even show our faces and could end up embarrassed.

Director Kong was pondering when a sudden noise nearby grew loud enough to disturb his thoughts.

"Totally out of line!" Director Kong felt displeased.

This elderly director, strict with a patriarchal streak, wears a kind smile toward Zheng Ren only because his skill has won Kong's approval; toward his own doctors and even the team‑leading professor, he wears a cold face and launches into a torrent of scolding at the slightest slip.

Such situations rarely arise; the operating room must stay absolutely silent—don't you know that?

Director Kong furrowed his brows, glanced back, and let out a low "hum~" from his nostrils.

The sound was low and distant, like the heartbeat of a patient with pericardial tamponade.

If Su Yun were present, she'd be very familiar with the sound of Director Kong's displeasure.

However……

Director Kong noticed that the technicians and operating‑room nurses behind him were staring at the procedure inside, faces full of surprise and excitement, completely oblivious to his unhappiness.

"This is upside‑down!" Director Kong was about to explode, then realized— they're watching the operating room? How far along is the surgery?

Just lost in thought about whether to do a live‑broadcast surgery, he zoned out on the screen; Director Kong then took a close look at the monitor in front of him and froze.