Chapter 2751: with translation of chapter title

"Yes, do the examination, then Shou Bing remove the foreign object." Zheng Ren said, "We've been misled; although the patient has no positive history, Shou Bing is still necessary."

"No preoperative examination." Su Yun emphasized.

"Patient and patient's family agree, there will be no medical dispute." Zheng Ren said, "I'm now curious what the foreign object in the sacrospinalis muscle actually is."

"It doesn't look like a parasite." Su Yun said very definitely.

Zheng Ren nodded, definitely not a parasite.

If that were the case, Big Pig Trotter would always have to give a diagnosis. But he looked at the System Panel for the Nth time; the diagnosis there was clear—sacrospinalis muscle foreign object.

The red on the System Panel isn't that serious; it's probably the kind of patient whose symptoms seem severe but actual condition is mild.

Similar to… lumbar disc protrusion causing pain by compressing nerve roots. Some patients don't need Shou Bing, but when it hurts it's truly deadly.

Zheng Ren experienced a patient's helplessness and frustration in the Tonic Water allergy incident; he didn't think the patient had a compulsive performance personality, but rather watched with concern as the patient struggled against pain.

"Boss, if we do Shou Bing, are the sterile conditions here suitable?" Su Yun asked.

"Subcutaneous Shou Bing can also be done in the Emergency Department's treatment room, just a bit larger." Zheng Ren said, "Postoperative anti-inflammatory symptomatic treatment is enough, it's fine."

After they whispered a few words, they fell silent in unison, each with their own thoughts.

... (ellipsis)

Yan Zhangsen got into the car; he didn't have the secretary make a call, but instead found a number himself and dialed it.

He called the Anesthesiology Department director of the First Affiliated Hospital of Tian Nan Medical University.

"Director Qiu, Greeting, I am Yan Zhangsen."

"No need to be polite, I have something I'd like to trouble you with."

"On my side, a relative at home wants to undergo Shou Bing…"

"No, not going to the Hospital, just do it at home; please help me find a set of equipment. Also, arrange an experienced anesthesiologist."

"No, you don't need to worry about the rest."

"We've invited Zheng Lao Ban as the Shou Bing doctor."

On the other end of the phone, silence fell; after a few seconds, Director Qiu's voice sounded.

"Yes, that's Zheng Lao Ban who just won the Nobel Prize."

"I'll drive over now; once you're ready, let's arrange a place to meet, and I'll bring it to your home."

"Also, I don't understand the various instruments and equipment needed for Shou Bing; please help me think it through thoroughly. Zheng Lao Ban said we need continuous epidural anesthesia; let's consider the worst-case scenario."

no.

After saying that, Yan Zhangsen hung up the phone.

He closed his eyes to rest, his body leaning against the wheelchair, but his eyelids kept twitching.

At this point, thinking more is useless; since we've decided to do it, our side must be flawless.

He went over the matter again in his mind, finally confirming there was no oversight. Yet even so, he felt no peace of mind; his closed eyelids kept fluttering rapidly, his heart heavy with concerns.

Yan Zhangsen called Director Qiu, while at this moment Director Qiu was attending a friend's banquet.

He is the Anesthesiology Department director of the First Affiliated Hospital of Tian Nan Medical University; he has known this friend for a long time, first meeting when he gave the friend's mother Shou Bing anesthesia, and their relationship has remained amicable.

Director Qiu's friend hired a feng shui master a few months ago to arrange things; business boomed, market value surged against the trend, and today's banquet is solely to thank the feng shui master.

As a companion, Director Qiu sat on the subordinate side; the main seat was occupied by a middle-aged man with a gaunt face, his eyebrows faint, barely visible unless looked at closely. His appearance was also generally faint, but beneath that subtlety it was hard to conceal the arrogance in his eyes, devoid of anyone.

Nowadays, on the surface no one calls them feng shui masters anymore; the title "folklore culture expert" makes Director Qiu find it somewhat funny, sounding like an old professor from some hospital or research institute. Or like the small ads posted on telephone poles twenty or thirty years ago, claiming to be an old military doctor or an old expert.

But this person truly has ability; earlier, Director Qiu's friend, due to capital flow problems, was at a loss, his business not only fell into difficulties but was also not far from bankruptcy liquidation.

After this eminent person's guidance, the business that had fallen into difficulty quickly turned smooth. It is said that the person before us is an outer-door disciple of the renowned Master Yan of Tian Nan, having received the true transmission.

The methods are good, but the person is too arrogant; Director Qiu thought to himself.

That master wore an indifferent expression, treating everyone the same, as if his personal presence were a great honor.

Originally there should have been a lively scene of clinking cups and exchanging toasts, but in front of him, it just wouldn't liven up.

He brushed off all flattery, looking at everyone present with the gaze of looking at an idiot, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, as if quietly telling those including Director Qiu—you, everyone, are trash.

Although he was unhappy inside, Director Qiu didn't show it; he came here to support his friend's occasion, not to cause trouble for others.

Exquisite dishes were served one after another; the master took up his chopsticks and took a first bite. Looking at his face, as ancient and icy as a millennium-old iceberg, no one could tell whether he was happy or not today.

Nevertheless, facing the arrogant feng shui master, folklore expert, not only did Director Qiu not show displeasure, but the others who came along also carefully offered flattery.

Everyone wants to know such people; their occupation can be called superstition, or folklore. Regardless of black cat or white cat, whoever catches mice is a good cat. Even if it's just psychological comfort, as long as it works, that's enough.

Even if they look down on us with high eyelids, we still must not offend them.

Back then, Master Yan's mighty reputation was still being recited at the table. Who knows when anyone might encounter difficulties and turn to a "folklore expert" for help?

While they were chatting, Director Qiu's phone rang.

He somewhat apologetically took out his phone, glanced at the note, and saw it was a big boss from a venture capital firm calling.

"Mr. Yan, it's said he controls vast funds and has investments in the medical-pharmaceutical research field. Director Qiu once had contact with a manager under him, and it was only a brief glimpse at a gathering, having met Mr. Yan once and fortunately kept his phone number."

He apologetically smiled again; seeing that the "folklore expert" gave him a displeased glance, Director Qiu hurriedly turned and walked out to answer the call.

"Mr. Yan, Greeting Greeting, long time no see." Director Qiu, when introducing himself to Yan Zhangsen, felt it was warm and straightforward. This is a big boss with tens of billions in wealth; looking at his attitude, then at that "folklore expert", people really are different.

Note: The 'Dungeon Player' is doing blue-white and double open again, um, why say 'again'? New book 《I Have Passed the Heavenly Tribulation 999 Times》 is hot on the shelves~~ A fate of 99, Experience Points full tank, having passed the heavenly tribulation 999 times yet never breaking through. And it really matches the current plot, gritting teeth. Find Zheng Lao Ban, one Shou Bing, guaranteed to let you breakthrough.