Chapter 2897: 2697 Are You Trying to Go to Heaven?

Because it was a thoracic surgery, Zheng Renxian called Su Yun and told him they needed to do the related surgery. Then he contacted Feng Xu Hui, asking him to bring the OTSC anastomosis clip.

The OTSC anastomosis clip is not commonly used; Zheng Ren had seen it in the box Liu Xiao Jie mentioned. However, there's no rush—the patient's side is preparing for emergency surgery, and with preoperative prep and signing the consent form, it won't be ready in under an hour.

"Xiao Cao, come with me for a moment." Zheng Ren told Fang Lin to prepare and then call him, and then he shouted for Quan Xiaocao to come downstairs.

Director Luo glanced over and followed as well.

"Director Luo, are you going to listen in?" Lin Ge asked with a smile, trailing behind Director Luo.

"Technology is advancing so fast now—I just mastered one thing, and another pops up. It's not like before, when learning something could keep you fed for life." Director Luo said somewhat wistfully: "Sometimes I feel really old, completely unable to keep up with the pace. Look at Zheng Lao Ban—he's prepared the supplies for this surgery even though he's never done it before."

"How could that be!" Lin Ge laughed, "Your mindset is definitely not old."

Director Luo laughed and shook his head.

"If it were another hospital, with a senior director like you, it would be hard to introduce new technology." Lin Ge said softly.

His words carried many meanings, which Director Luo understood.

In the era when surgeries still required large incisions, the "old" directors of ordinary hospitals, after mastering a technique, would treat it as their personal secret skill and view the department as a wolf pack. The department head was the alpha wolf, suppressing anyone who dared to covet his position.

Any doctor who posed a threat to him would not be allowed to operate—this was the department head's natural weapon.

Talented doctors would be suppressed, whether they were rebellious or sycophantic, as long as the department head stayed "clear-headed," they wouldn't get a good outcome. As for the veteran directors, when retirement approached they would never hand over the authority to perform major surgeries.

Doing this ensured that, before retirement, he could rely on his technique to crush opponents and occupy the high ground.

Even after retirement, being rehired became a natural course of affairs—after all, no one would perform the high‑difficulty surgeries, yet patients needed them, so what could be done?!

With the construction of domestic infrastructure and the promotion of endoscopic techniques, everything underwent a fundamental change in the past twenty years. What Lin Ge said could only be understood by someone of Director Luo's age, and it was understood to the core.

The popularity of high‑speed rail and aviation made flying knives a reality. Technological dominance? Could a small‑hospital department head really dominate over a team‑leading professor from the capital? That's a joke.

Moreover, with the growth of the domestic economy, the expansion of endoscopic techniques also broke through technological bottlenecks, so the changes in the medical field over the past twenty years have been enormous. Plus, with the opening of personnel mobility, the veteran department heads in local hospitals can no longer control the junior doctors.

But this rule does not apply to Director Luo.

He himself is the director of a top‑tier tertiary hospital in the country, one of the earliest batches of people working on endoscopic technology. In both skill and foresight he ranks among the very best; suppressing someone would not be that easy.

Director Luo understood the reasoning, but he wasn't immediately clear on why Lin Ge was telling him this.

The people in the Medical Department are deep‑thinking—every word they say sounds like casual chat, but actually carries deep meaning.

Director Luo pondered for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Director Lin, I don't even know how to respond to what you're saying."

Lin Ge smiled and did not respond.

"I really am old—even if I had the will, I no longer have the strength." Director Luo said, "Like the OTSC technology Zheng Lao Ban just mentioned, which is still in its early stage and can already be used—I could never manage that."

Lin Ge saw that Director Luo understood his meaning and felt greatly relieved.

A few words are enough; otherwise Director Luo might momentarily lose his judgment, have an unpleasant clash with Zheng Lao Ban, and I, stuck in the middle, would find it hard to get along.

"Not old, not old—I heard Zheng Lao Ban say it's very simple; I bet you'll get the hang of it right away." Lin Ge said.

Director Luo shook his head slightly: "It's not like that. Many new technologies aren't actually difficult—at least for me they aren't. But my thinking can't keep up, and I don't have that much time to learn what cutting‑edge technology worldwide is doing."

"I'm just curious—Zheng Lao Ban is busy every day, how does he know all these advanced technologies?"

"Director Luo, Zheng Lao Ban says he's never done it—what do you think the chances of success are?" Lin Ge asked.

"OTSC surgery is merely an extension of endoscopic technique; there's no change in the underlying concept." Director Luo said, "For Zheng Lao Ban, understanding one principle means understanding a hundred—there definitely won't be any problem."

Lin Ge let his worries go.

He even felt a twinge of envy toward the Medical Department's own successor.

How did all those medical disputes come about in the past? The vast majority were caused by surgical failures for various reasons. Take, for example, the surgery for postoperative anastomotic leakage of esophageal cancer that we're facing now—normally there are a few similar complaints and disputes each year.

If Zheng Lao Ban had been around back then, we could have used new technology to make up for it—that would have been crucial.

If the patient is fine, why would the family kick up a fuss? Even if they're unreasonable, the matter would be easy to settle.

But now, asking Lin Ge to return to the Medical Department to continue working—he definitely wouldn't do that.

After chatting lightly with Director Luo, I followed Zheng Lao Ban all the way back to the Intervention Department, where Lin Ge sat in a corner watching Zheng Lao Ban draw diagrams to explain the OTSC surgery procedure to Quan Xiaocao.

Director Luo sat to one side, while Lin Yuan stood behind Zheng Lao Ban, listening carefully.

Lin Ge didn't speak, and he didn't understand what Zheng Lao Ban was saying; he merely silently observed the few people present.

The Medical Department is all about dealing with people—quite different from clinical doctors—and Lin Ge likes to observe people, especially when he notices some interesting emotional fluctuations, at which point he adjusts his mental labels.

Lin Yuan didn't dare to speak—she was the daughter of the Tumor Hospital's director, Lin Yuanzhang, and it wasn't her place to talk. But Quan Xiaocao was interesting: young, a PhD graduate, close with Zheng Lao Ban and Su Yun, and her future prospects are limitless.

"Boss, are you holding a meeting?" Su Yun's voice came in; he had rushed back to see the surgery, never expecting to walk in on such a scene.

Our boss was lecturing as a teacher, Director Luo sat to one side, with Quan Xiaocao and Lin Yuan standing behind him.

"I'm back." Zheng Ren said without lifting his head.

"What method should we use for the thoracotomy? How do you want to handle the edematous tissue locally?" Su Yun fired off several questions in a row—it seemed he had his own ideas on the way.

"OTSC surgery, done with an endoscope." Zheng Ren said, "Then we'll set up the frame."

"…… "

"The current problem is that we can't properly control the force of the frame, for fear of affecting the tissue's blood supply."

"Boss, are you trying to go to heaven?" Su Yun retorted habitually, though his words came out a bit awkward.