Chapter 270: with translation of chapter title

The gurney, the injured, Zheng Ren, his awkward posture, the influx of medical staff along the way— it was like a wordless poem, a silent song, striking everyone's hearts.

Everyone only learned through Su Yun what Zheng Ren had experienced in Di Du, but when the footage appeared before their eyes, seeing those familiar yet unfamiliar scenes, even Su Yun fell silent.

Action is always more persuasive than words.

The gurney racing all the way, blood dripping drop by drop, the doctor kicked aside by Zheng Ren, those anxious faces— they converged into a river, stirring people's hearts.

Xie Yiren covered her mouth, her other hand tightly gripping the heart shape Zheng Ren had made from a microguidewire, eyes fixed on the screen. Her willow shoulders trembled slightly; although she was only watching a documentary-style replay, she remained tense.

Director Pan's two hands rested on his knees, unconsciously clenched. Gripping so tightly, his fists emitted a creaking sound.

Su Yun stared wide-eyed; although he had experienced the events himself, at that moment he was attending to Professor Gu and had not joined them. The footage on the TV presented itself before his eyes, so impactful that his young heart burned hot.

The hotel boss Sun maintained a strange posture, staring at the screen without moving. Only when the gurney in the footage pushed into the elevator, filled with medical staff, was the videographer not allowed to go up.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, the series of long shots came to an abrupt end.

The slowly closing elevator doors severed the boundary between life and death.

"Because Doctor Zheng's rescue was accurate and timely, the patient's condition was effectively controlled; after being sent to the operating room and undergoing several hours of emergency surgery, the patient's condition was initially stabilized and transferred to the ICU ward."

Tangxiu's voice-over was cold and ethereal, giving an answer yet leaving people's hearts hanging in midair.

Only then did Boss Sun utter an "aiyo," holding his neck with a pained expression: "Director Pan, I've twisted my neck."

"How promising." Director Pan sat firmly; a twisted neck was no big deal, and he ignored Boss Sun.

Boss Sun frowned, rubbing his neck, yet he couldn't bring himself to look away from the TV.

This documentary is really well done, far better than those long-winded, unwatched news pieces. It had been years since he felt this way; Boss Sun shifted slightly to the side to improve his view, yet feared blocking someone else's sight.

The footage that followed showed Tangxiu recording in a small restaurant.

It wasn't very professional, somewhat rough, with casual visuals and lighting.

After that night, Tangxiu conducted a formal interview, but when editing, she still chose the material recorded in the private room of the small eatery.

In simple, unadorned language, she narrated the events from a doctor's perspective, pushing the twists and turns to the extreme.

Many people felt—ah, this is what it feels like.

After the brief interview footage, the screen went blank, and Tangxiu's voice-over appeared: "Romain Rolland once said, after seeing through the essence of life, still being able to love it—that is true heroism."

Such an ordinary sentence, yet as Tangxiu related it slowly, it evoked a strange feeling.

"He is our hero."

"He has always been seeking new ways to relieve patients' pain."

"Doctor Zheng was invited to participate in the research of a new interventional technique. In the course of the work, his clinical level gained recognition from national experts and professors, and three days ago he performed the surgery successfully. According to renowned experts, this procedure fills a gap nationwide—and even worldwide!"

In Tangxiu's voice-over, the live broadcast of Zheng Ren's surgery appeared.

In the picture, Zheng Ren focused intently on the screen opposite him, his thumb and forefinger gently twisting the microguidewire.

Through his cap and mask, one could faintly see Zheng Ren's solemn, earnest expression.

This expression was so familiar…

Su Yun's eyes narrowed—how could this be so familiar? Strange.

His thoughts turned, and in an instant Su Yun realized.

Isn't this exactly the same expression Zheng Ren had when he just gave Xie Yiren a gift?

Zheng Ren, this guy!

Su Yun laughed and cried at once.

To Zheng Ren, giving Xie Yiren a gift was no different from completing a world‑class surgery.

He glanced at the heart shape supported by the microguidewire, and Su Yun let out a soft sigh.

"Chief Zheng, you look pretty cool when you're doing surgery!" Chu Yan zhi exclaimed, jumping up and pointing at Zheng Ren on the TV, chattering away.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren didn't know how to respond, so he just answered with a hehe.

"Tsk tsk, Chief Zheng, is it really as amazing as the TV says, and does it really fill the surgical gap domestically and worldwide?" Chu Yan zhi's nature—if she wanted to speak, a mere hehe from Zheng Ren couldn't stop her.

"Not bad—no one had done it before. But it's just a prostate procedure, nothing major." Zheng Ren waved his hand and said.

"That's still impressive." Chu Yan zhi laughed.

"More than impressive." Director Pan said solemnly, "Before Zheng Ren's surgery, a professor in Germany had already performed the procedure. However, his postoperative patients suffered severe complications, so it couldn't be called a success."

"What about Chief Zheng's surgery? Which professor? Is his level high enough?" Chu Yan zhi's words were always many, lively and jumping, full of boundless energy.

"Germany, the leader of the Interventional Medicine Discipline at Heidelberg University, one of the participants in Germany's Excellence Initiative." Director Pan had always kept an eye on this matter, knowing some specific details.

"Impressive." After all, she was a graduate student, and now Chu Yan zhi knew. Although Director Pan didn't mention that Professor Rudolf Wagner also had a custom microguidewire production line, the name alone was enough.

"More than impressive." Director Pan fell silent for a few seconds, then said slowly, "It was just an interview cooked up by an editor of the Hai Cheng Urban Report, presumably a spur‑of‑the‑moment idea. Yet it ended up being made into a documentary and aired on Haicheng TV. If no one had given permission, that would be truly ghostly."

"Who?" Chu Yan zhi asked casually.

"I don't know either." Director Pan laughed.

Who is it—does it matter?

Sometimes it does matter.

But now, it doesn't matter.

The documentary wasn't long—only fifteen minutes—and it had already finished airing. Its production was somewhat rough; one could tell it was rushed, and many techniques were not sufficiently professional.

Yet just such a documentary, brimming with sincerity and shock, as soon as it aired aroused the attention of Hai Cheng's citizens.

Especially that line: "After seeing through the essence of life, still being able to love it—that is true heroism."

Shocking to the heart,

moving people to tears.

Director Pan, still wanting more, took a sip, picked up the phone, and was about to dial someone at the Hai Cheng Urban Report or the city TV station when the phone suddenly lit up and rang loudly.

He glanced at the incoming call, and Director Pan's brows furrowed.

"Just got back and already there's trouble, Zheng Ren—tell me about your hard‑fated life." Director Pan immediately answered the phone.