Chapter 2910: 2710 I'll Give You an Example

Even though Su Yun didn't believe her boss's claim that electrohydraulic lithotripsy would succeed, when faced with doubts she still put on a defensive posture, firmly standing on Zheng Ren's side to strike at anyone who dared to question him.

Zhu Liangchen was speechless; the skin around his eyes and the corners of his eyes between his mask and sterile cap was somewhat twisted, as if he were suppressing his anger.

"Boss Zheng, I and Lao Wu will think of a way and try to borrow the electrohydraulic lithotripter as soon as possible." Director Kong walked over, his shoulder unintentionally bumping into Zhu Liangchen's shoulder.

"Thanks, Director." Zheng Ren continued looking at the film, seemingly unaware of the waves beneath the sea surface in the slightest.

Director Kong pulled Zhu Liangchen along and walked to the hallway of the operating room, where Director Kong lowered his voice and said, "Is there a quieter place?"

"There's a storage room with an office inside."

"Let's talk in the office." Director Kong said.

The two arrived at the office; Director Kong closed the door behind him and immediately said solemnly, "Lao Wu, I think it's best to follow Zheng Ren's diagnosis and treatment advice."

Although Director Kong's words sounded gentle when taken literally, his tone was quite firm, mixed with some displeasure.

Back in school, Kong the Eldest spoke decisively and no one dared not to listen. But since graduating, he rarely spoke to his dormitory brothers in such a commanding tone.

"Boss, let's not first discuss whether this method works—we don't have the electrohydraulic lithotripter here… and besides, it's so late; we still have to go to the endoscopy room…"

In front of his own boss, Zhu Liangchen spoke a bit more directly, but his attitude clearly wilted, as if he had reverted to his youthful, green‑teen self.

"If you really have difficulties on your side, just discharge the patient and I'll take him over." Director Kong said, "That would work fine and save us the trouble."

Zhu Liangchen was speechless.

He knew his boss wasn't trying to save face for himself, but was taking all the trouble upon himself.

After a few seconds' thought, Zhu Liangchen let out a long sigh and said, "Boss, thanks. Let's still try to borrow the machine—I'll call the head of the endoscopy room."

"Lao Wu, it's not me saying this—look at Zhou Chun Yong." Director Kong's words turned a bit cold: "A few days ago Zhou Chun Yong had an acquaintance's child who accidentally inhaled a staple. He and Director Geng of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital worked for an hour but didn't extract a single staple."

Zhu Liangchen couldn't utter a word; he had vaguely heard of this incident. After all, it was a rare airway foreign body, and this gossip quickly spread through the medical circles of the capital.

"Did Zheng Ren say no surgery was needed, and did Zhou Chun Yong question that?" Director Kong said, "No! Whatever Zheng Ren says goes. How did it turn out? The surgery was finished before the live broadcast even started."

"……" Zhu Liangchen lowered his head and said nothing.

"You just love saving face, damn it." Director Kong sighed and said, "Let me tell you another thing."

"Hmm." Zhu Liangchen expressed his opposition with silence.

"A few days ago a patient with an esophageal cancer postoperative anastomotic leak came to me for a hospital‑wide consultation. I kept putting it off, and whoever dared to do that surgery just went ahead and did it." Director Kong said, "It's just a cleanup job—do it well and there's no merit; mess it up and you'll end up taking the blame."

They're all senior doctors, so Zhu Liangchen naturally knew the convoluted thoughts in Director Kong's mind.

"In the past I would have grit my teeth and gone anyway. Sitting in the director's chair, some things just have to be rushed into. But now it's different—with Zheng Ren around, do I still need to do it?" Director Kong's tone held no self‑mockery, only full relaxation.

Zhu Liangchen knew that placing a stent for an esophageal cancer postoperative anastomotic leak required specific force and angle; he had done many such cases, and while the procedure is indeed difficult, it's ultimately just that.

The boss didn't go himself but let Zheng Ren handle it—not out of any ulterior motive, but simply because he believed Zheng Ren could surely pull off this surgery.

In the finer details, Zhu Liangchen even felt that Director Kong had already bowed down technically.

"Later Zheng Ren brought a gastroenterology student up onto the stage." Director Kong knew Zhu Liangchen's temperament; seeing him stiffen his neck was just like being scolded by a teacher back when he was in school twenty or thirty years ago.

Although he felt a bit of anger inside, he suppressed it and spoke softly to Zhu Liangchen.

"A student? Or a gastroenterology one?"

"Hmm." Director Kong nodded, "That gastroenterology student went on stage and used endoscopic technique to resolve the esophageal cancer anastomotic leak, and Zheng Ren then placed another stent—double insurance."

"……"

This time Zhu Liangchen was truly dumbfounded.

"Endoscopic technique solving an esophageal cancer postoperative anastomotic leak? You're joking." The key point is that Zheng Ren didn't even lift a finger—it was a gastroenterology surgery… student who did the cutting.

When did an anastomotic leak become such a simple "minor" procedure that even a student could do it!

"I've been following up post‑op; today the patient has already had the chest tube removed and is ready for discharge." Director Kong's final words shattered Zhu Liangchen's other thoughts.

Removing the chest tube means there's no problem sealing the leak; the patient is probably already able to take liquid food.

This time Zhu Liangchen was truly burnt out.

Director Kong said two things, then paused, sighed lightly, and said, "Lao Wu, that's Zheng Ren!"

"You still think he's just a little doctor under me? Or some team‑leading professor?" Director Kong took off his mask, exhaled, and said, "That's Zheng Ren! Look at Zhou Chun Yong, then look at yourself! To be frank, if it weren't for my connection, Zhou Chun Yong wouldn't be squeezing you out—by now you'd probably already be strung up and roasted."

This time Zhu Liangchen truly went soft.

"Transfer Liu Xu zhi to the capital's hepatobiliary department with an established position—don't you think that's enough?"

"Uh……"

"You know Zhou Chun Yong's conditions, right? I'm insisting on transferring Liu Xu zhi—why stay here just to watch you get slapped in the face?" Director Kong said, "Do you know Gao Shaojie? He's the team‑leading professor at the Northern Province Medical University Affiliated Hospital."

"I know." Zhu Liangchen didn't understand why the boss brought up this person.

"These days Gao Shaojie is returning to Northern Province." Director Kong said, "To go through resignation procedures."

"……"

"Go to Zhou Chun Yong's place, hang the title of team‑leading professor, and keep staying in Zheng Ren's medical team to do research. Although it's not stated outright, I see this posture: once the research yields results, Gao Shaojie will become the deputy chief of the capital's hepatobiliary department, waiting to take over Zhou Chun Yong's shift."

Zhu Liangchen had a head full of black lines.

"Holy shit! Is Zhou Chun Yong that ruthless? Earlier I knew he'd freed up a deputy chief position, and Zhu Liangchen thought it was just to squeeze him out and make him look bad."

I never expected this idiot to be so ruthless—he directly turned the people working in Zheng Ren's medical team into his own successors!!!

Zhu Liangchen this time truly went soft, his vitality and spirit drained away as if they'd been sucked out.