Chapter 2785: 2582 Rainbow Farts

Watching the patient go to the ward, Zheng Ren felt there was nothing else to do, feeling completely at ease.

"Boss, I got in touch with Director Zhou; he can't wait." Su Yun said with a chuckle: "We've arranged for tomorrow evening."

"Oh, fine." Zheng Ren didn't mind; Zhou Chun Yong had been trying to meet him for a long time, and during the Nobel Prize promotion he had also done his best— not even taking a meal was too inconsiderate.

"Let's have the whole medical team get together as well." Su Yun said, "Director Zhou wanted to bring Liu Xu zhi, but I turned him down. One Old Liu, they're fighting over him— the more awkward it gets, the worse it looks. The key is if Old Liu went, it'd be terribly embarrassing; it'd be better to just find time to invite him over for drinks at home."

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One day later, Zhou Chun Yong had already booked a private room at the hotel, picking a sensible, talkative doctor with a good alcohol tolerance from his staff to accompany him; tonight he finally managed to catch the live Zheng Lao Ban.

Zheng Lao Ban is busy, and Zhou Chun Yong understands.

Never mind the Nobel Prize; even some minor award or an academic conference could keep them busy for ten days or half a month with no time to meet.

This should be the first time Zheng Lao Ban, after winning the Nobel Prize, meets someone from outside the hospital; Zhou Chun Yong understands everything, and he's feeling happy inside.

Zhou Chun Yong watched the Nobel Prize–winning documentary recorded by Hua Shi TV on his tablet; it's one of tonight's topics, and he thinks it's appropriate to watch it twice. He should focus on remembering certain points and subtly show them off in front of Zheng Lao Ban.

Before the documentary played, Sun Zeli brought it over for Zhou Chun Yong to see.

Many of the segments cut from this part were also broadcast only after Zhou Chun Yong's permission; these sections look great, full of everyday vibes, brimming with rainbow farts.

"Draw a dragon with my left hand, a rainbow with my right hand~" Zhou Chun Yong hummed the tune, feeling great.

It's said that after watching the documentary, an interventional department head sourly remarked those words. Standing on others' sourness and looking back, Zhou Chun Yong not only didn't get angry, he felt even happier.

"I can fart rainbows, can you?!"

Unlike that guy Zhu Liangchen, who's just lucky and relies on Director Kong, I've got good judgment— it's obvious which is more worth showing off.

After repeatedly watching his own clip, Zhou Chun Yong felt pleased.

Actually, with his status and position he could do just fine without cozying up to Zheng Lao Ban's thigh. It's just that Zhu Liangchen occasionally casts covetous glances from the side, so Zhou Chun Yong stays cautious.

While he was enjoying himself alone, his phone rang.

He picked it up and saw it was his lover calling.

"I won't be coming home to eat tonight." Zhou Chun Yong picked up the phone and said directly.

"Huh? When is that?"

"Medical University Affiliated Hospital?"

"Tonight I'm inviting Zheng Lao Ban to dinner— this is a big deal."

"Um… let me think, don't say I agreed yet."

Zhou Chun Yong put down the phone, looked at the interview on the tablet, and fell into thought.

This morning, a child of a colleague at his lover's workplace accidentally swallowed a staple and was sent to Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

It's said the staple didn't go into the esophagus but into the airway. In the right main bronchus and right lung, it seems there isn't just one. Medical University Affiliated Hospital tried to remove the foreign object with a bronchoscope, which resulted in a tension pneumothorax.

Emergency performed a closed chest tube drainage, and now a hospital-wide consultation is underway.

At home they were frantic—the child got worse with treatment, who wouldn't be anxious? Before the hospital-wide consultation, the doctors at Medical University Affiliated Hospital said they still recommended open-chest surgery.

As for the staples, nobody knows how many there are, and open-chest surgery is no small feat— Zhou Chun Yong knows that.

The key is that it's not fixed; with changes in body position and airflow impacts in the airway, it keeps moving downward.

Surgery isn't reliable, and the bronchoscope even caused a tension pneumothorax— this guy's a headache!

Zhou Chun Yong instinctively assessed the situation; plus the patient isn't in the liver and gallbladder department of Di Du, and this place is only a specialty hospital, so his first reaction was to refuse.

But his lover's choked-up voice softened him a bit, and immediately he thought of Zheng Lao Ban possibly being able to solve this problem!

If anyone in Di Du could handle such a high‑difficulty surgery, it would only be Zheng Lao Ban. His surgical technique has been approved by Dr. Charles, and the instruments in that surgical toolbox make even an interventional doctor like me drool.

The key is that Zheng Lao Ban loves doing surgery, especially extremely high‑difficulty surgery— that's the true meaning of 'rainbow farts'.

Getting the best of both worlds, Zhou Chun Yong immediately made up his mind: let's do it!

But… the issue isn't whether Zheng Lao Ban can do it; it's what Medical University Affiliated Hospital thinks.

Everyone has their own thoughts; according to the rules, if they don't call Zheng Lao Ban, can he still show up with his surgical kit and perform the operation? No one does things like that.

Zhou Chun Yong thought for a dozen seconds, picked up his phone, and dialed.

He called Director Geng of the Radiology Intervention Department at Medical University Affiliated Hospital; their ranks are equivalent and their relationship is decent. First he asked about the situation, gauging the tone.

The phone rang twice before being hung up.

Zhou Chun Yong wasn't angry or irritable; this must be because they're in the hospital-wide consultation. Medical University Affiliated Hospital must be anxious— even the Intervention Department has been pulled into the consultation.

Just wait; there's nothing I can do by getting worked up. When Director Geng frees up, he'll call back.

Sure enough, just as Zhou Chun Yong had guessed, a few minutes later the phone rang, and the displayed name was Director Geng of Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

"Old Geng, is the hospital‑wide consultation in session?"

"Yes, the patient is the child of my lover's colleague."

When Zhou Chun Yong said that, he felt annoyed inside. This kind of thing is thankless work and likely to end up with blame.

If the patient is cured, I gain little— at most a couple of thanks. If there's a problem, the patient's family dissatisfied and wanting to complain, Medical University Affiliated Hospital will definitely come to me to settle things.

Having experienced a lot, Zhou Chun Yong instinctively wants to avoid such situations.

"Oh, what have you decided on your end?"

"Are you planning to try interventional surgery first? Will you do it? Are you confident?"

"Alright, I'm on my way."

After a brief update, they'd prepared two plans: try interventional surgery to remove the staple; if that fails, they'll have to do open‑chest surgery.

Zhou Chun Yong glanced at the time— 2:26 p. m. He hurried, thinking he should still make it.

Director Geng also lacked confidence; his voice trembled as he spoke. This is a time bomb— you never know when it'll go off.

Moreover, retrieving a foreign object via interventional surgery might be possible if it were larger, but a staple? Can interventional surgery even pull that out? Ridiculous.

Zhou Chun Yong still thought they'd end up doing open‑chest surgery, but having received Director Geng's invitation, he must go right away. Making the suggestion in person, the people at Medical University Affiliated Hospital should not refuse.