Chapter 3018: with translation of chapter title

Director Zhou, you really have the ability to reach everywhere.

On the way to the restaurant, Su Yun chatted happily with Zhou Chun Yong. Zhou Chun Yong didn't ride in the same car as Director Bao, but instead squeezed himself into Zheng Lao Ban's car.

"Alas, there's nothing I can do about being forced." Zhou Chun Yong sighed, but could hardly hide his inner delight.

He did this thing extremely well. Looking at the small details, after mastering the machine skillfully, the operator can leave the interventional surgery room and no longer worry about wire issues. Looking at the big picture, he's standing at the crest of the wave, acting as a pioneer.

The country is promoting 5G, and Zheng Lao Ban's remote surgery has added this project, putting him at the forefront. This is proper research, unlike others who fool around with research funds.

Even from the perspective of the hospital's internal scheming, I've cut off his source of supply, dealing Zhu Liangchen a heavy blow. Recently, that guy Zhu Liangchen, under my repeated strikes, has already shown signs of decline; this time he might even vomit three liters of blood.

No matter from which angle you look at it, I will invest more than I gain; as for unexpected surprises… Zhou Chun Yong didn't think much about them.

"Old Zhou, I'm asking something I shouldn't, what's your relationship with Director Bao, why is he helping you so much?" Su Yun asked.

"After years of operation, being a director is no easy feat. How could one be like Zheng Lao Ban, dragging Director Yan from the front line onto the operating table? Director Yan may not say it, but he knows the score." Zhou Chun Yong sighed, "Director Bao is still young and eager to move up. I'll first draw a big pie; after all, we're collaborating with Zheng Lao Ban and Professor Su, so this pie won't be small."

"Your actions are really fast!" Su Yun praised, "I thought Old Mu would take that side down."

"If we don't act fast, it won't work; nobody's a fool. Once everyone catches on, I won't even have any soup left." Zhou Chun Yong spoke a frank sentence.

When it comes to his relationship with Zheng Lao Ban, Zhou Chun Yong is the weakest.

He hasn't fought alongside Zheng Lao Ban in Pengxi Xiang like Mu Tao and Liu Xu zhi have; he doesn't have an older brother figure like Director Kong always covering for him; and he doesn't have a girl like Lin Yuan lending Zheng Lao Ban a hand.

No matter from which angle you look at it, he's a marginal person.

Yet this marginal person actually mustered the courage to go all-in and secured another piece of equipment, which inevitably made Zheng Ren and Su Yun feel moved.

"Old Zhou, what if this project fails…" Su Yun asked with a hint of amusement.

"If it fails, it fails; I'm still the Director of Hepatobiliary Intervention at Di Du, who can do anything to me? At worst I've saved face in front of Director Bao, and from now on I'll just see him walking with his head down." Zhou Chun Yong laughed, "But I never even considered the possibility of failure!"

"Oh? How do you say that? Your confidence is even greater than mine." Su Yun laughed.

"I watched the robotic arm surgery livestream, and when I got home I watched it again repeatedly all night." Zhou Chun Yong said solemnly, "Zheng Lao Ban's technique is fine; I think it's only slightly inferior to doing the surgery directly inside, but not by much. Zheng Lao Ban only got the machine a few days ago and dared to livestream it—who would do that without some confidence?"

"So then, this is a huge opportunity, worth me giving it a try."

Speaking of which, Zhou Chun Yong sighed and said, "Zheng Lao Ban, Professor Su, Old Gao is too conservative—he didn't even give me a heads‑up about such a big matter. It's not that I'm complaining; as a member of Di Du's Hepatobiliary team, when we encounter such good news, we should at least say something."

These words carried quite a bit of resentment, and Zhou Chun Yong spoke them openly, not fearing that Zheng Lao Ban and Su Yun would be displeased.

It's better to speak directly than to beat around the bush. Zhou Chun Yong's ability to read Zheng Lao Ban's pulse is extremely accurate; the more straightforward and simple he is, the more Zheng Lao Ban will trust him.

"Hehe, this isn't Old Gao's fault." Zheng Ren said lightly from the front row.

"Speaking of saving face, this time I really saved a lot of face." Zhou Chun Yong sighed and said, "Director Bao took me to Peng lao's house, just in time to find Peng lao's loved one sick and hospitalized, and we also went to the Marshal's Residence."

"Heh, you went all the way to the Marshal's Residence?"

"Yeah, that's right." Zhou Chun Yong said, "The old man might not make it, and Peng lao is also in a bad mood. But given the urgency, the arrow is on the bowstring; we can only grit our teeth and disturb Peng lao, and I still feel uneasy inside."

"The boss has never been to the Marshal's Residence."

"Yeah, none." Zheng Ren said.

"Sooner or later there will be a chance to go in." Su Yun laughed, "Back when I was at Xiehe, I often heard that in the Marshal's Residence, the team‑leading professors were used as junior doctors."

"Zheng Lao Ban, Professor Su, when will we launch the remote surgery?" Zhou Chun Yong obviously didn't want to bring up this question; he was more interested in remote surgery.

"Once the equipment is installed, we'll use it; it should be soon." Su Yun said.

"What illness does Peng lao's loved one have? Is it multiple organ failure due to old age?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No, it's said to be a giant esophageal diverticulum. They can't eat anything anymore, and the situation is not good."

They're old, and on top of not being able to eat, things like electrolyte imbalance all come together. This kind of surgery has a high chance of not being tolerated; usually we look at the family's wishes—whether they want to take the risk.

Hospitalized in the Marshal's Residence and even at death's door, Peng lao probably belongs to the type of conservative family members who don't want their loved one to suffer too much.

But when it comes to esophageal disease, Su Yun became interested.

He didn't even ask Zhou Chun Yong; instead he picked up his phone and started making contacts.

"Professor Su, what is this…"

"I'll ask my classmate about Peng lao's loved one's condition. Why go to the Marshal's Residence? Just come to 912, and me and the boss will get this sorted."

"Don't talk nonsense." Zheng Ren said somewhat sternly.

"Everyone in the car is our own, so we can speak frankly." Su Yun laughed, "A giant esophageal diverticulum is likely located in the cervical esophagus; this disease is quite tricky."

Seeing Su Yun start to ask for data, Zhou Chun Yong felt a sudden stir in his heart and then quietly asked, "Zheng Lao Ban, do you have confidence?"

"We haven't even seen the data yet—what confidence could there be?" Zheng Ren chuckled and said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, I've seen your thoracic surgery—your skill is truly high…" Zhou Chun Yong wanted to say something, but felt it would be too much flattery, so he stopped and sighed, "Yesterday when I got home I felt uneasy inside."

"Oh? How so?"

"When talking with Peng lao, he spoke while wiping away tears. Disturbing the old man at this time is truly a sin." Zhou Chun Yong said.

Zheng Ren could imagine that scene; probably the old man is too old, his body can't withstand the surgical blow. A major open‑chest surgery is out of the question—the limit the old man can accept is just a thoracoscopic surgery.

"Boss, it's a Zenker diverticulum." Su Yun sighed and said.

After hearing that, Zheng Ren shook his head; Zhou Chun Yong knew it wasn't going to work and also sighed.