Chapter 2955

Boss, what's happening? I hear it's really noisy. Su Yun asked.

It's probably the patient's family dissatisfied with the treatment effect. Zheng Ren said.

They exchanged a look and, without prior agreement, both skipped the operating room changing room and went to the floor below where patients are sent.

After stepping out of the elevator, the clamor came through, chaotic and making people's heart rates jump.

A young man in his twenties, emotionally agitated, angrily pointed at the person at the operating room door and cursed.

Zheng Ren saw from afar Director Zhang Lin and several other doctors outside pushing a patient inside; they remained silent, not saying a word.

Meanwhile, the young man was held back by others and had no physical contact with the doctors from 912. As long as no one resorted to violence, everything else was minor, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Seeing Boss Zheng and Su Yun arrive, Zhao Yunlong greeted them, having already changed clothes, and headed straight into the operating room.

Director Zhang Lin stepped forward, apologetically saying, "Boss Zheng, I'm really sorry to call you in so early."

"It's fine, you're being too polite." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "I didn't sleep all night, so I don't want to disturb."

What's this...?

Let's try doing the surgery with the Da Vinci robot. Su Yun said.

"……" Director Zhang Lin was stunned for a moment; she knew that under the current conditions without 5G, the Da Vinci robot equipment could be considered a toy, with no real practical significance.

Moving the surgeons out of the operating room for external surgery has its meaning—it can prevent infectious diseases like syphilis and HIV—but that's about it; the cost‑effectiveness is terrible, it's just a gimmick.

The surgeries that truly need robots or robotic arms are interventional procedures!

Because of technical limitations, progress in this area has stalled. Director Zhang Lin estimated it would take at least ten years for relevant technology to emerge, yet she never expected to hear such a sensational piece of news first thing in the morning.

"What's going on with the patient's family?" Zheng Ren asked, and several people turned and walked up to the next floor via the fire escape.

"The family had been cooperative, but then a young man showed up, started shouting and swearing." Director Zhang Lin also said helplessly.

"By the way, this is Director Lang from the Cardiology Department of Nanshan People's Hospital." She introduced, "This is Boss Zheng, who just won the Nobel Prize, and this is Professor Su, who also won the Nobel Prize."

Zheng Ren saw a short man standing to the side, his downcast expression barely hiding a look of fatigue.

He smiled and said, "Director Lang, hello."

"Zheng..." Director Lang hesitated, thinking, "He's so young—would calling him Teacher Zheng be too fawning?"

"Just call him Boss Zheng; that's what we all do." Director Zhang Lin said.

"Boss Zheng, Professor Su, hello to both of you, sorry for the trouble." Director Lang said in a low voice.

"No trouble, we don't know the situation yet; we'll talk after we go up." Zheng Ren said.

Arriving at the changing room, Zheng Ren noticed Director Lang's movements while changing were somewhat mechanical; he didn't go to comfort him, but hurried to change himself, then during the break went to the system operating room to check the patient's condition.

"Old Lang, how many years have you been doing interventional procedures?" Su Yun asked with a chuckle.

"Sixteen years." Director Lang replied in a low voice.

"Oh? You're practically one of the veterans." Su Yun said, "How many interventional cases have you done?"

"I did 3,562 cases in the first fifteen years; this year isn't over yet, but I've already done 823, so together..." Director Lang seemed confused, unable to add the two numbers.

This person is very detail‑oriented, perhaps out of professionalism or perhaps out of self‑interest, so he remembers exactly how many surgeries he's performed.

Su Yun gained an initial understanding of Director Lang's temperament.

"Don't worry, I took a quick look at the patient's condition; the problem shouldn't be serious." Zheng Ren reassured with a pleased expression.

"Hopefully, anyway, thank you for the trouble, both of you." Director Lang repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

"Is the patient's family not accepting it?" Su Yun asked.

"On the way here, the patient's spouse was fine, always expressing thanks." Director Lang said, "That young man I'd never seen before showed up and started shouting; if Zhao Zong hadn't been there, I might have had to get physical."

Seeing Director Lang's dejected demeanor, Su Yun knew he felt upset and helpless. When a doctor encounters an accident during surgery, it's understandable.

"Director Lang, after doing so many procedures, you're practically a veteran—have you ever run into a dispute?" Su Yun asked with a smile.

"I have." Director Lang lifted his head, forced himself to stay energetic, and said, "Especially at the start, I lacked experience and made many mistakes. After two further trainings at Fuwai and at 912, things improved a lot. Now, if luck holds, I might only see one or two problems a year at most."

"Exactly, nobody can guarantee no problems." Su Yun said, "Laugh a little; don't let yourself feel stifled."

Director Lang wanted to laugh, but he only twitched his mouth; the forced smile turned into resignation, and he finally let out a long sigh.

Su Yun didn't continue urging him; instead, he hurried to finish changing. He had already seen his boss swiftly heading into the operating room, and he himself needed to put on three extra layers of masks, so he couldn't lag too far behind.

Zheng Ren strode into the operating room, saw the anesthesiologist administering anesthesia to the patient. He glanced at the numbers on the monitor, compared them with those from the system operating room, saw no significant change, and said in a low voice, "Prepare the floating catheter."

"Boss Zheng, you're here." The anesthesiologist looked up and greeted him.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren said, "Prepare the floating catheter."

"Sure." The circulating nurse, at this moment the busiest person, still had to prioritize tasks. Boss Zheng's orders definitely took top priority—no doubt about it.

The floating catheter is used to obtain information about the cardiovascular condition of critically ill patients, mainly by applying an air‑filled floating catheter to monitor hemodynamics.

In 1970, Swan and Ganz first successfully used an air‑filled floating catheter for right‑heart catheterization to measure pulmonary artery wedge pressure, thereby achieving a breakthrough in assessing left‑heart function.

In the operating room, only the anesthesiologist assigned to the cardiothoracic team is proficient in using the floating catheter; anesthesiologists handling emergency surgeries or on emergency duty may not necessarily be skilled with this specialized equipment.

Zhao Yunlong was busy, not expecting to have to insert a floating catheter.

Before the operation, a glance at the patient showed the pericardial puncture tube was blocked, suggesting pericardial effusion as the cause. Although an echocardiogram done at 912 revealed only a small amount of fluid and seemed uneventful, that couldn't explain the patient's current condition.

If we followed Zhao Yunlong's view, we would just open the chest and see what's going on. But Zheng Lao Ban said it, and he didn't refuse either; while positioning the patient, he waited for Zheng Lao Ban to insert the floating catheter. "Boss, what's going on? It's so noisy I can hear." Su Yun asked.

Boss, what's going on? I hear it's so noisy. Su Yun asked.

The two exchanged a glance, and without prior agreement, they did not go straight to the Operating Room's Gengyishi; instead, they went to the floor below where patients are sent.

They exchanged a glance and, without prior agreement, both skipped the operating room changing room and went to the floor below where patients are sent.

A young man in his twenties, emotionally agitated, angrily pointed at the person at the Operating Room entrance and cursed.

Zheng Ren saw from afar Director Zhang and several other doctors outside pushing a patient inside; they remained silent, not saying a word.

Meanwhile, the young man was held back by others and had no physical contact with the doctors of 912. As long as we don't resort to violence, it's fine; everything else is minor, Zheng Ren thought.

Meanwhile, the young man was held back by others and had no physical contact with the doctors from 912. As long as no one resorted to violence, everything else was minor, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Director Zhang came forward to meet him, apologetically saying: "Zheng Lao Ban, I'm really sorry to have summoned you so early in the morning."

"It's fine, you're being too polite." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "Originally I didn't sleep all night, so I won't disturb."

"What's this?"

"Let's try doing Shou Bing with the da Vinci robot." Su Yun said.

"……" Director Zhang was stunned for a moment; she knew that under the current conditions where 5G is not yet available, such equipment as the da Vinci robot could be said to be a toy, basically having no practical significance.

Moving surgeons out of the Operating Room for external surgery has meaning; it can avoid infectious diseases like syphilis and HIV. But the meaning is just that, the cost-effectiveness is extremely poor, merely a gimmick.

The surgery that truly needs robots or robotic arms is Interventional surgery!

However, due to technical limitations, progress in this area has been stalled. Director Zhang estimated that at least ten years would be needed for related technology to emerge, but she never expected to hear such shocking news early in the morning.

"What's going on with the patient's family?" Zheng Ren asked, and several people turned and headed to the Fire Escape to go up one floor.

"Originally the family members were quite cooperative, but then a young man came out of nowhere and started hitting and shouting." Director Zhang also said helplessly.

"By the way, this is Director Lang Zhu ren of the Cardiology Department at Nanshan Shi People's Hospital." She introduced, "This is Zheng Lao Ban, who just won the Nobel Prize, and this is Professor Su, who also won the Nobel Prize together."

Zheng Ren saw a short man standing to the side, his discouraged expression barely hiding a face full of fatigue.

He smiled and said, "Lang Zhu ren, hello."

"Zheng..." Lang Zhu ren hesitated for a moment; this person is so young, calling him Teacher Zheng might seem too fawning.

"Just call him Zheng Lao Ban; that's what we all call him." Director Zhang said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, Professor Su, hello to you both, sorry for the trouble." Lang Zhu ren said in a hoarse voice.

"No trouble, we don't know the situation yet; we'll talk after we go up." Zheng Ren said.

Arriving at the Gengyishi, Zheng Ren saw that Lang Zhu ren's movements while changing clothes were somewhat mechanical; he didn't go to comfort him, but hurried to change clothes, and during the break went to the System Operating Room to take a quick look at the patient's condition.

"Old Lang, how many years have you been doing Interventional surgery?" Su Yun asked with a chuckle.

"Sixteen years." Lang Zhu ren said in a hoarse voice.

"Oh? You're practically among the oldest generation of practitioners." Su Yun said, "How many Interventional surgeries have you performed?"

"In the first fifteen years I did 3,562 cases; this year isn't over yet, but I've already done 823 cases; added together..." Lang Zhu ren seemed dazed, unable to sum the two numbers.

This person is very meticulous, perhaps due to professionalism or perhaps due to utilitarian motives, so he clearly remembers how many Shou Bing cases he has performed.

Su Yun gained a preliminary understanding of Lang Zhu ren's temperament.

"Don't worry, I took a look at the patient's condition; the problem shouldn't be serious." Zheng Renhe and Yan Yuese comforted.

"Hopefully, anyway, thanks for the trouble, both of you." Lang Zhu ren continually expressed his gratitude.

"The patient's family doesn't approve?" Su Yun asked.

"On the way here, the patient's spouse was fine, always expressing thanks." Lang Zhu ren said, "That young man just now I'd never seen before; he came and started making a fuss; if it weren't for Boss Zhao, I'd probably have to get physical."

Su Yun saw Lang Zhu ren with his head down, looking discouraged; he knew he felt terrible and helpless. When a doctor encounters an accident during Shou Bing, it's always like this, not hard to understand.

"Lang Zhu ren, you've done so many Shou Bing cases, you're practically a veteran doctor; have you never encountered any disputes?" Su Yun asked with a smile.

"Yes, I have." Lang Zhu ren raised his head, forcing himself to cheer up and said: "Especially at the beginning, I lacked experience and made more mistakes. Later I did two further trainings at Fuwai Hospital and 912, and things improved a lot. Now, if luck holds, having one or two issues a year is about the limit."

"Exactly, nobody can guarantee no problems." Su Yun said, "Smile a little, don't let yourself feel suffocated."

Lang Zhu ren wanted to smile, but he only twitched his mouth; the forced smile turned into helplessness, and he finally let out a long sigh.

Su Yun also didn't continue persuading, but hurried to finish changing clothes. He had already seen his boss swiftly heading into the Operating Room; he himself needed to wear three extra layers of masks, but couldn't be too slow compared to him.

Zheng Ren strode into the Operating Room, seeing the anesthesiologist administering anesthesia to the patient. He first glanced at the numbers on the monitor, cross-referencing with the System Operating Room, saw no special changes, and then said in a low voice: "Prepare the floating catheter."

"Zheng Lao Ban, you've arrived." The anesthesiologist raised his head and greeted him first.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren said, "Prepare the floating catheter."

"Sure." The circulating nurse was the busiest person at this moment, but various tasks still needed to be done in order. Zheng Lao Ban's medical orders definitely had the highest priority, no doubt about that.

The floating catheter is a source of information for assessing the cardiovascular function of critically ill patients, mainly realized by applying a balloon-floating catheter to monitor hemodynamics.

In 1970, Swan and Ganz first successfully used a balloon-floating catheter to perform right-heart catheterization and measure pulmonary artery wedge pressure, thereby achieving a breakthrough in assessing left-heart function.

In the Operating Room, only the anesthesiologist assigned to the Thoracic department is proficient in using the floating catheter. For emergency surgeries, the on-call emergency anesthesiologist may not necessarily be skilled with that set of Thoracic-specific equipment.

Zhao Yunlong was busy, and he hadn't expected to need to insert the floating catheter.

Before surgery, he glanced at the patient; the pericardial puncture tube was blocked, suggesting pericardial effusion as the cause. Although he had done an echocardiogram at 912 and it showed nothing serious—only a small amount of effusion—that couldn't explain the patient's current condition.

If we followed Zhao Yunlong's view, we could just open the chest and see what's going on. But Zheng Lao Ban said so, and he didn't object; while positioning the patient, he waited for Zheng Lao Ban to insert the floating catheter. "Boss, what's happening? I hear such a commotion." Su Yun asked.

"Probably the patient's family is dissatisfied with the treatment effect." Zheng Ren said.

The two exchanged a glance and, without prior agreement, didn't go straight to the Operating Room's Gengyishi; instead they went to the floor below where patients are sent.

Stepping out of the Elevator, the noise came over; the chaos made people's heart rates jump straight up.

A young man in his twenties, emotionally agitated, angrily pointed at the people by the Operating Room door and shouted.

Zheng Ren saw from afar Director Zhang and several other doctors outside pushing the patient inward; they remained silent, not saying a word.

Meanwhile, that young man was held back by others, and he had no physical contact with the doctors from 912. As long as no one resorted to violence, everything else was minor, Zheng Ren thought.

Seeing Zheng Lao Ban and Su Yun arrive, Zhao Yunlong greeted them; he had already changed clothes and went straight into the Operating Room.

Director Zhang came up to meet him, full of apology, saying: "Zheng Lao Ban, I'm really sorry to have called you so early."

"It's fine, you're being too polite." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "Originally I didn't sleep all night, so I won't disturb."

"What's this?"

"Let's try doing Shou Bing with the da Vinci robot." Su Yun said.

"……" Director Zhang was stunned for a moment; she knew that under the current conditions where 5G is not yet available, such equipment as the da Vinci robot could be said to be a toy, basically having no practical significance.

Moving surgeons out of the Operating Room for external surgery has meaning; it can avoid infectious diseases like syphilis and HIV. But the meaning is just that, the cost-effectiveness is extremely poor, merely a gimmick.

The surgery that truly needs robots or robotic arms is Interventional surgery!

However, due to technical limitations, progress in this area has been stalled. Director Zhang estimated that at least ten years would be needed for related technology to emerge, but she never expected to hear such shocking news early in the morning.

"What's going on with the patient's family?" Zheng Ren asked, and several people turned and headed to the Fire Escape to go up one floor.

"Originally the family members were quite cooperative, but then a young man came out of nowhere and started hitting and shouting." Director Zhang also said helplessly.

It mentions Lang Zhu Ren, head of the cardiology department at Nanshan City People's Hospital, Zheng Lao Ban, and Professor Su. It also mentions Nanshan City and People's Hospital. It repeats Zheng Lao Ban and Professor Su. It says, "This is Zheng Lao Ban, who just won the Nobel Prize, and this is Professor Su, who won it together." It also says, "By the way, this is Lang Zhu Ren, head of the cardiology department at Nanshan City People's Hospital."

Zheng Ren notices a short man standing to the side; beneath his gloomy expression, fatigue is evident on his face.

He smiled and said, "Hello, Director Lang."

"Zheng..." Director Lang hesitated, thinking that calling such a young person Teacher Zheng might be too obsequious.

"Call him Boss Zheng, that's what we all call him," said Director Zhang Lin.

"Boss Zheng, Professor Su, hello to you both, sorry for the trouble," Director Lang said hoarsely.

"No trouble, we don't know the situation yet; we'll talk after we go on stage," Zheng Ren said.

Upon reaching the changing room, Zheng Ren observed that Director Lang's movements while changing clothes were somewhat mechanical; he didn't offer comfort, but hurried to change, and during the interval went to the system operating room to check on the patient's condition.

"Old Lang, how many years have you been doing interventional surgery?" Professor Su Yun asked with a chuckle.

"Sixteen years," Director Lang said hoarsely.

"Oh? You're practically among the oldest generation of practitioners," Professor Su Yun said. "How many interventional procedures have you done?"

"In the first fifteen years I did 3,562 cases; this year isn't over yet, but I've already done 823 cases, adding them together..." Director Lang seemed dazed, unable to add the two numbers.

This person is very meticulous, perhaps out of professionalism or perhaps out of self-interest, so he clearly remembers exactly how many surgeries he has performed.

Professor Su Yun has gained an initial understanding of Director Lang's temperament.

"Don't worry, I took a look at the patient's condition; the problem shouldn't be serious," Zheng Renhe said with a pleased expression.

"Hopefully, anyway, thank you for the trouble," Director Lang repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

"Does the patient's family not accept it?" Professor Su Yun asked.

"On the way here, the patient's spouse was fine, continually expressing thanks," Director Lang said. "That young man just now, I hadn't seen him before; he came and started causing a fuss; if it weren't for Boss Zhao, I'd probably have to resort to force."

Professor Su Yun saw Director Lang looking downcast and disheartened, knowing he felt upset and helpless. When doctors encounter mishaps during surgery, it's like this; it's understandable.

"Director Lang, having done so many surgeries, you're practically a veteran doctor; have you ever encountered any disputes?" Professor Su Yun asked with a smile.

"I have," Director Lang said, raising his head and mustering his spirits: "Especially at the beginning, when I had little experience, mistakes were frequent. Later I did two advanced trainings at Fuwai and 912, after which things improved a lot. Now, if luck holds, having one or two problems a year is about as bad as it gets."

"That's right, nobody can guarantee no problems," Professor Su Yun said. "Smile a little; don't let yourself feel stifled."

Director Lang wanted to laugh, but he only twitched his mouth; the forced smile turned into helplessness, and he finally let out a long sigh.

Professor Su Yun didn't continue urging, but hurried to change clothes. He had already noticed his own boss efficiently heading into the operating room; he himself needed to wear three extra layers of mask, and couldn't afford to be too slow.

Zheng Ren strode into the operating room, seeing the anesthesiologist administering anesthesia to the patient. He first glanced at the numbers on the monitor, compared them with those in the system operating room, saw no special changes, and then said in a low voice: "Prepare the floating catheter."

"Boss Zheng, you've arrived," the anesthesiologist said, looking up and greeting him.

"Hmm," Zheng Ren said, "Prepare the floating catheter."

"Sure," the circulating nurse said, being the busiest person at the moment, though various tasks still need prioritization; Boss Zheng's medical orders definitely have the highest priority, without a doubt.

The floating catheter is used as a source of information to assess the cardiovascular function of critically ill patients, mainly realized by applying an air‑filled floating catheter to monitor hemodynamics.

In 1970, Swan and Ganz first successfully used an air‑filled floating catheter for right‑heart catheterization to measure pulmonary artery wedge pressure, leading to a breakthrough in assessing left‑heart function.

In the operating room, only the anesthesiologist assigned to the cardiothoracic team is proficient in using the floating catheter; for emergency surgeries, the on‑call emergency anesthesiologist may not necessarily be skilled in that specialized cardiothoracic equipment.

Zhao Yunlong was busy, he didn't expect to need to insert a floating catheter.

Before the operation, I glanced at the patient; the pericardial puncture tube was blocked, considered due to pericardial effusion. Although they had done an echocardiogram in 912 and it wasn't serious, only a small amount of effusion, but that couldn't explain the patient's current condition.

If we followed Zhao Yunlong's view, we would just open the chest to see the situation. But Zheng Lao Ban said so, and he didn't refuse; while positioning the patient, he waited for Zheng Lao Ban to insert the floating catheter.