Chapter 2580: with translation of chapter title

2586.2487 Strive to eat (Alliance Assertion Lin Min extra chapter 4)

The patient had already gone onto the operating table for surgery, and Zheng Renze did not continue to manage this patient's affairs.

Craniotomy surgery, Zheng Ren thought his level was of the kind that could be done, but the completion of the surgery was much worse than thoracic, general surgery, and interventional.

Although he had already performed intracranial surgery on the M4 segment of blood vessels, in a sense Zheng Ren could now go to neurosurgery and lead a team without any problem, but he had no interest in it.

Looking at Xiao Shitou's medical record, Zheng Ren entered the System Space and selected to purchase surgical training.

The System Operating Room rose up from the ground, beginning surgical training for Xiao Shitou. Before, he had also done it one or two times, but the surgery difficulty was too high, and after failing he did not try again.

Moreover, the front was pitch black; one cannot do surgery just for the sake of surgery. If there is not enough benefit, letting Xiao Shitou endure more surgical pain, Zheng Ren felt it was unnecessary.

But after talking with Xiao Shitou, the child was filled with an optimistic, fearless spirit, and also very much wanted to continue living.

Even if there is only a 1% chance that Xiao Shitou can live a bit longer, these sufferings would not be in vain; Zheng Ren wanted to give it a try.

The surgical training ended in failure once again, but Zheng Ren still found a bit of a positive trend.

With the bonus from the Scholar title, he forcibly pushed his peak-level surgical skill up a big step.

Even if it failed, the surgery appeared to have progressed compared to before, and even a hint of hope could be seen.

The point of failure lay in the removal of the fourth cervical vertebra.

Zheng Ren did not know whether, in the system's classification, cervical spine surgery belonged to neurosurgery or orthopedics, but he knew that to smoothly complete the fourth cervical vertebra surgery, he had to reach peak level.

But now he only has one peak-level skill book on hand.

This book was given by the Nobel Prize mission; it is the final reward of a large continuous mission, and in the short term Big Pig Trotter cannot possibly give another similar skill book.

After thinking it over, Zheng Ren also had no good solution.

Actually he guessed that whether it was neurosurgery or orthopedics, as long as he reached peak level, taking on this surgery would be no problem.

But it would still be better to think it over carefully for more stability.

"Boss, Xiao Shitou, are you only preparing to place an airway stent, or do you want to do a major surgery?" Su Yun saw Zheng Ren lift his head and asked.

"Let me think about it again." Zheng Ren said.

"A few societies invited you to give a speech, but I turned them down." Su Yun said with a chuckle.

Zheng Ren nodded; the emails in his mailbox were all from unfamiliar people. These past few days, some people had come looking for him through the hospital and Director Kong, but he refused them all on the pretext of being ill.

It seemed that after winning the award, getting sick wasn't such a big deal; at least he had a legitimate reason to refuse attending various boring meetings, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

It could be considered a blessing in disguise.

Thinking about Xiao Shitou's surgical plan, Zheng Ren carried out repeated design and simulation.

"Su Yun, has Xiao Shitou's 3D model been printed?"

"What you want is one with blood circulation; the simulated blood will arrive later today, I've contacted the technical staff, and we should be able to do surgical training tomorrow." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren, knowing he still wanted to do a major surgery.

But the surgical success rate… is really hard to say.

However, Su Yun didn't stop him this time; the Nobel Prize had already been obtained, and after seeing Xiao Shitou and his mother Wen Xiaonuan, Su Yun also felt the likelihood of problems was not high.

Even if the surgery fails and Xiao Shitou dies on the operating table, it would merely be dying one or two weeks earlier, at most one or two months earlier, thus sparing him suffering.

The 3D-printed human models used for training by the trainees are all without blood flow. Truly blood-flow-enabled models are extremely expensive, and in the medical team only Zheng Ren can enjoy this treatment.

Moreover, this type is disposable after one use, with no possibility of reuse.

He sat in Cui Lao's clinic in the Emergency Department until off-duty time, then went home to eat. Zheng Ren set aside all his worries and peacefully enjoyed the joys of family life.

Everyone says home is a warm harbor; Zheng Ren increasingly feels this. Especially when ill, holding Yi Ren's hand, his heart does not feel so empty and miserable.

Life is habit, bit by bit, day after day accumulating, until the earth grows old and the heavens age.

The next day, the days repeated like copying and pasting, with nothing new.

Although he had already won the Nobel Prize, the TIPS surgery still needed to be done. For the TIPS surgery, the Nobel Prize is not an endpoint but a starting point.

Watching Lin Yuan gradually grow up, and seeing Gao Shaojie break through past bottlenecks, Zheng Ren felt somewhat relieved.

After the surgery, Su Yun went to supervise the production of the 3D model, Xie Yiren and Chang Yue made an appointment for skin care at noon, and Zheng Ren had no choice but to go to the cafeteria alone to eat.

For Zheng Ren, eating is truly a troublesome matter, from which he cannot derive any pleasure. But if he does not want low blood sugar, he still must eat.

Strolling leisurely past the patient cafeteria, Zheng Ren saw Xiao Shitou sitting alone in a chair, struggling to eat.

He obviously also had little appetite; each mouthful of rice felt like a bitter medicine, hard to swallow, but he had to eat.

Zheng Ren understood this feeling all too well; he felt great sympathy for Xiao Shitou, and also for himself.

Feeling a stir in his heart, he did not go to the doctors' cafeteria to eat, but instead went over there, got a bowl of rice, and sat down opposite Xiao Shitou.

"Brother." Xiao Shitou saw Zheng Ren sit down and struggled to show a faint smile.

Zheng Ren nodded, saying nothing.

Xiao Shitou looked at the food before him, feeling somewhat worried, but still ate mouthful by mouthful. The cooking at the 912 cafeteria is actually not bad; the standard is medium to high. The taste… is just so-so, but edible.

The two had little conversation, remaining silent, facing the food before them and striving to swallow it down.

Zheng Ren did not ask why Wen Xiaonuan didn't come, and Xiao Shitou also did not ask about the surgery in the past few days. Thus they remained silent, the two of them struggling against the food on their plates.

The food gradually decreased with the efforts of the two.

The tumor on Xiao Shitou's neck made it difficult for him to lower his head, especially when swallowing, requiring great effort. The tumor not only compressed the airway, but also affected the esophagus.

Even eating requires great effort; such a life is indeed quite hard.

Zheng Ren focused on eating, seemingly not noticing Xiao Shitou's determined and persistent expression, nor that strong will to accumulate a bit of energy for his body.

"I'm full!" Xiao Shitou first put down his chopsticks, saying it as if relieved of a heavy burden.

"I'm full too." Zheng Ren scraped the last grain of rice from the tray into his mouth, picked up the tray, and was about to return it to the staff cafeteria.

As he passed by Xiao Shitou's side, he reached out and touched Xiao Shitou's head, which had hardly any hair.

It was like touching a hard stone, only slightly warm.