Chapter 2725: with translation of chapter title

2627.2527 logistics support personnel

"Zheng Lao Ban, I'm here." Lao He appeared at the door of the Operating Room, wearing an Isolation Gown, ready to go.

"Hmm, go and hand over with the anesthesiologist on this side, see what medicine is needed, and see if the equipment on this side can be used proficiently." Zheng Ren said without raising his head.

"All right." Although he didn't know the few people present, seeing Yun Ge'er standing while others sat, chatting about everything under the sun, he knew they were all important figures.

Lao He bowed slightly, a smile on his face, nodded and greeted everyone, then headed straight for the Operating Room.

"Chief Zheng, Yun Ge'er." Feng Xu Hui greeted softly.

Zheng Ren turned his head, smiled at Feng Xu Hui, then turned back to continue looking at the images.

"Little Feng, wait seated." Su Yun brought over another folding chair, placed it in the corner, and had Feng Xu Hui sit down, "We still need to wait for Yi Ren to finish disinfection; no matter what, it'll be half an hour before we can start the operation."

"Mm-hmm." Feng Xu Hui replied softly twice, very formal. He guarded the large pull‑rod box in front of him, his expression focused.

"Who is this?" Pangzhuren stared at the large pull‑rod box in Feng Xu Hui's hands and asked in a low voice.

"Logistics support personnel of the Medical Team." Su Yun answered with a smile.

Hearing Pangzhuren's question, Feng Xu Hui felt a bit of Tension.

Su Yun, however, didn't care; he lightly patted Feng Xu Hui's shoulder to comfort him, then continued chatting with Lin Yuanzhang and the two directors.

"Logistics support personnel," they said, sounding so nice. Everyone present knew full well—it's just a medical supplies vendor.

Medical supplies vendors are not allowed into the Operating Room; this rule has been in effect for some days. Pangzhuren never expected that Zheng Lao Ban would not only ignore this rule on 912, but even bring a medical supplies vendor when going out to rescue a patient.

Being young and vigorous, having a medical supplies vendor nearby to look after food and lodging is always good; Pangzhuren does not deny that.

But… for Zheng Lao Ban to do this is perhaps going too far.

This Zheng Lao Ban looks amiable, but he is actually as arrogant and overbearing as the legends say. Originally Pangzhuren wanted to go up on the operating table to see Zheng Lao Ban's operation, but after seeing Feng Xu Hui, he abandoned that idea.

What the heck is going on!

Pangzhuren let out a sigh, but he only showed a faint dissatisfaction; regarding the issue of medical supplies vendors, Lin Yuanzhang hadn't spoken, so he certainly wouldn't say more either.

Afterwards Xie Yiren also came running with an equipment case; she needed to go to the Hospital to get equipment, and she arrived a bit late.

After sending the equipment case for disinfection, Xie Yiren began to work busily with the circulating nurse.

Lin Ge arrived last, still carrying a hint of fatigue; recently, after Zheng Lao Ban won the Nobel Prize, the Science and Education Department has received many benefits, but the workload has also increased greatly.

"Zheng Lao Ban, I'm not late, am I?" Lin Ge looked at Lin Yuanzhang, gave a slight bow and nod, and greeted Zheng Ren.

Afterwards he turned his head and greeted the directors present, whether he knew them or not, with his expression.

"Lin Ge, trouble." Zheng Ren said simply.

"No trouble, you coming out for surgery, the Medical Department providing logistical support is only natural." Lin Ge said with a smile, his eyes narrowed to a slit.

"Boss, how is it?"

"We can give it a try." Zheng Ren looked over the image data twice, then turned and said, "Wait for Yi Ren to get ready… Lin Yuan, this operation requires two surgeons; you will cooperate with Su Yun."

"Oh, okay."

Two surgeons?!

Zheng Lao Ban either doesn't speak, and when he does, he utters such astonishing words that Liangzuren and Pangzhuren stare at him in disbelief.

"Going through the femoral vein, the blood vessel is thicker." Zheng Ren said: "The vessels under the clavicle are thin, we need to run two tubes, and also… little Feng!"

"Hey, Chief Zheng, what do you need?" Feng Xu Hui stood up, gave two thuds with his steps, and came to Zheng Ren's side.

"Ablation catheter, what models are available?"

"We have them all."

"We need the 6F size."

"Good!"

"Snare, do you have any? Which manufacturer?"

"The snare from Modu Shape Memory Alloy Materials Co., Ltd."

"Okay, what models are available for the grasper?"

"……"

The two exchanged a few words; Zheng Lao Ban listed a string of high‑value medical supplies, and Feng Xu Hui answered like the most professional doctor.

Pangzhuren, who had originally complained about medical supplies vendors entering the Operating Room, fell silent.

Do we have to be this professional?!

Does one have to take an exam beforehand to become Zheng Lao Ban's medical supplies vendor? Some of these supplies are routine, others are quite rare.

This isn't even the main point; the key is… the key is… the manufacturers are almost all different!

Generally speaking, medical supplies vendors sell supplies, being ordered around like petty workers; why? Isn't it just to sell more supplies and make more money?

The world bustles, all for profit.

But the little medical supplies vendor that Zheng Lao Ban carries with him actually rattled off the names of four or five manufacturers in one breath.

Pangzhuren is a veteran doctor with many years of experience; he has performed over 7,000 heart surgeries, changed suppliers three times, and has never seen anyone like Feng Xu Hui.

But what he didn't expect was that an even more astonishing scene was still to come.

After finishing speaking with Zheng Lao Ban, Feng Xu Hui walked with a limp, his steps making thudding sounds, and carefully opened the large pull‑rod box.

A full array of medical supplies appeared before everyone's eyes—different manufacturers, different models, different specifications—everything you could want.

Even Pangzhuren faintly saw an ultrasonic knife… and… a sternum saw!

What the hell are you preparing this for!

No wonder he had to lug the biggest pull‑rod box; a slightly smaller one wouldn't hold everything, and Pangzhuren felt goosebumps rising on his back.

Without mentioning Zheng Lao Ban's Nobel Prize, or whether they could retrieve the dislodged cardiac pacemaker via intervention, just this thudding little medical supplies vendor is enough to draw attention.

"Zheng Ren, disinfection is done." Xie Yiren, straining a bit, carried the equipment case that had just undergone high‑pressure disinfection to the Operating Room.

"Lao He, prepare the anesthesia." Zheng Ren said, then suddenly slapped his forehead, "Lin Yuanzhang, did you pre‑op brief for opening the chest?"

"Done, done." Lin Yuanzhang said hurriedly, "I've done it since early this morning; let me know if you still need anything."

Lin Yuanzhang said with a smile, he did not put on the airs of a deputy executive president of a domestic top-tier tertiary hospital, but instead chatted warmly with Zheng Lao Ban.

"For now I don't need it, I'll give it a try." Zheng Ren then stood up and said, "Prepare to open the table."

Su Yun smiled and said, "Everyone, I'm going to do Shou Bing now; let's chat later."

Saying that, he followed behind Zheng Ren to wash his hands and put on his clothes.

"You've been talking a lot today." Zheng Ren asked in a low voice.

"Boss, that's the old master of little Lin's family; regardless of others, we still have to give little Lin some face, right?" Su Yun glanced at Lin Yuan following behind and said.

"Uh... no need." Lin Yuan, hearing Su Yun say that, felt a bit embarrassed.

"What no need? Now you're fine, I'm fine; if we really have to use the Hemostatic Forceps to hit you later, I'm afraid your family's old master will fight me to the death." Su Yun gave a slight smile, "Stay alert, don't embarrass your family's old master."

Lin Yuan was speechless; he guessed the unpleasant words were coming next. Sister Yue said it right—this guy just can't speak nicely even when he's trying.