Chapter 2753

The mountain road was rugged; arriving at the gate of the old mountain residence, Director Qiu found an Opportunity to quietly instruct the accompanying nurse about precautions, and then he got out of the car.

The air here seemed different from that in the city; as soon as he got out of the car, Director Qiu felt his mouth and nose filled with the fragrance of flowers, grasses, and trees, his heart calmed, his whole body felt relaxed and refreshed, and his spirit was greatly uplifted.

No wonder the renowned folklorists of Yangcheng can only guard the mountain foot; Yan Zhangsen truly lives up to his reputation. As for choosing a residence, this kind of old house certainly has its particularities.

Some middle-aged people gathered and began moving the ventilator, monitors, and various medicines and equipment downwards; observing his refined demeanor, yet there was a certain charm in his every gesture.

No one spoke; everything proceeded in an orderly manner.

Director Qiu grew more startled the more he looked; he vaguely recognized one of the workers unloading goods, but couldn't recall where he had seen him before. He guessed that the person must be seated in a place of honor or on the stage, while he himself was just a nobody down below.

"Director Qiu, this way please." Yan Zhangsen was quite courteous, leading Director Qiu and his party into the residence.

"Father, this is Director Qiu, the anesthesiologist. These two are experienced nurses, and all the equipment needed by Zheng Lao Ban has also been brought." Along the way, Yan Zhangsen also saw the people guarding the mountains; he felt surprised inside but did not show it, merely lowering his voice a little.

"Hmm." Yan Zhangsen nodded, turned and walked to the doorway, saying: "Zheng Lao Ban, the equipment has arrived; shall we begin disinfection now?"

"Hurry up," Zheng Ren's voice came from inside.

Director Qiu startled a bit; he noticed the voice coming from inside was very young, undoubtedly the legendary young Zheng Lao Ban.

The tone of his speech was overly simple, to the point that one couldn't hear any special respect for Master Yan; it was just like a normal conversation between hospital colleagues.

Plain, unremarkable.

Director Qiu recalled that the haughty feng shui master from just now at the banquet was now standing guard at the mountain's base, while Zheng Lao Ban interacted with Master Yan in an equal manner, even hinting at some directive intent.

This young Zheng Lao Ban is truly not an ordinary person; Director Qiu felt a sigh in his heart.

"Bring the B-ultrasound machine in first and quickly disinfect the Operating Room," Zheng Ren's voice came out again.

Soon, the mobile B-ultrasound machine was pushed in, and Director Qiu was assigned to direct the disinfection, but he was absent‑minded, constantly glancing at Master Yan and a woman standing nearby in the courtyard.

Who could stand shoulder‑to‑shoulder with Master Yan? Director Qiu felt puzzled.

Soon he thought of someone—could it be her?!

This trip was not in vain; everything seen and heard were figures worthy of the praise 'clouds and dragons nine manifestations,' yet I don't know how young Zheng Lao Ban came to know them.

At the fastest speed of disinfection, Director Qiu soon saw a handsome young man walk out, relaxedly telling Master Yan, "Master Yan, the patient has a Kocher needle inside."

"A Kocher needle?!" Master Yan exclaimed.

"Well, it's likely the Kocher needle that was inserted during internal fixation of a humerus fracture 21 years ago has become dislodged, traveled to the sacrococcygeal region, and is compressing the spinal nerves, causing the pain." The handsome young man said, "Prepare for surgery; afterward you'll be fine, a steady hand bringing back spring."

Director Qiu froze in place.

Is that young man Zheng Lao Ban? He's really good‑looking, like a fresh‑face idol used as a phone wallpaper by one's own daughter. But he doesn't seem to match the Nobel Prize publicity… Ah, he's Zheng Lao Ban's assistant, Su Yun, Doctor Su!

Someone like him wouldn't go into showbiz, yet he got a Nobel Prize? No, what am I thinking? Kocher needle, internal fixation, dislocated to the sacrococcygeal region…

This is damn nonsense! Director Qiu directly rejected the handsome young man's statement in his heart.

Kocher needles can indeed become dislodged; Director Qiu has seen at least dozens of such cases in his career. But a Kocher needle from a right‑side humerus fracture ending up in the sacrococcygeal region? Do you think it's like going to an amusement park and riding a little train through a tunnel?

But Director Qiu is perceptive; a doctor of his age has witnessed more accidental situations than a newly interned doctor has seen normal cases. In clinical practice, anything can happen.

Although he still didn't believe such a possibility existed in his heart, Director Qiu swallowed his doubts because of a one‑in‑ten‑thousand chance.

Master Yan stared agape, stunned for a full ten seconds, then felt somewhat disheartened.

"Master Yan, as long as the person is unharmed, that's fine—keep the green hills and you won't worry about firewood," Song Moxi advised.

"Well, as long as the person is alive, that's good, that's good." Master Yan gathered his spirits and said softly, "Then I'll trouble the two of you."

"It's indeed troublesome; the Kocher needle has been dislocated for too long, causing severe adhesion." Su Yun said, "Yi Ren and Lao He didn't come along, and the instruments aren't handy. You said your situation—if you'd had an early check‑up, you could have avoided a lot of suffering."

Master Yan was speechless.

Director Qiu watched the young man "rebuke" Master Yan, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Damn, how can they still do this? They're courting death.

When he saw Master Yan nod silently, his heart churned for a long time and couldn't calm down. Forget it—this isn't something I can understand; I'd better just watch the disinfection.

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Zheng Ren sat by the bedside and softly told the patient, "It's the Kocher needle that was inserted during your humerus fracture internal fixation surgery 21 years ago, and it has since migrated."

"I'll give you a minor procedure shortly, and you'll recover quickly."

"A Kocher needle?" the patient said, lying face down on the bed, doubtful: "The chance of it migrating to the sacrococcygeal region is absolutely no more than 0.0023 percent, right?"

"That's just a probability; there have indeed been related reports, but I've never seen one myself."

"Related reports?"

"Journal of Jiangsu-Zhejiang Trauma Surgery, February 2017, Volume 22, Issue 1, Page 31." Zheng Ren recited a string of numbers: "A case report by Title: Teacher Zhou Xiaoting. Although the probability is low, since you encountered it, the chance of occurrence is one hundred percent."

The patient fell silent, continuing to endure the pain.

"Moving you might hurt a bit, but afterward continuous epidural anesthesia will make you fine." Zheng Ren continued to comfort him, "The surgery won't be quick; too much time has passed, and the Kocher needle is severely adhered to the sacrospinalis muscle."

"It's fine." The patient forced out two words through clenched teeth.

Zheng Ren also didn't know whether the patient was relieved or a bit disappointed, but that didn't matter; although the B‑ultrasound couldn't show things as clearly as an X‑ray film, after data reconstruction Zheng Ren linked the patient's medical history and found the true cause of the sacrococcygeal protrusion.

Kocher needle dislocation.

"When I was in Hai Cheng I once saw a case: a clavicle fracture with a Kocher needle dislocated into the thoracic cavity, causing cardiac tamponade." Zheng Ren and the patient chatted on and off, "It was nearly fatal; yours is minor—no vital organs involved, just wandering in the subcutaneous muscle tissue, and removing it will be fine."