Chapter 3053: with translation of chapter title

"Get out of the car and have a smoke." Su Yun saw Lin Ge get out of the car and make a phone call, then the car drove off, and she said to Zheng Ren. Afterwards Zheng Ren patted Feng Xu Hui on the shoulder, indicating he should also get out.

Su Yun stood at the roadside, found a deserted spot, shook out three cigarettes, lit one, and took a deep drag.

"Boss, you're swollen." Su Yun bluntly told him to his face.

Zheng Ren smiled, nodded, and took it as acquiescence.

Su Yun stared for a moment, not expecting her own boss to admit it so directly; it seemed this guy wasn't clueless either.

"If it were before, you wouldn't think about anything else. After reading Gauze Migration, you'd be done—just an ordinary doctor; how could you still change the big picture?" Su Yun said, "Now you're actually starting to think about things outside medicine."

"Just happened to run into it." Zheng Ren said, "Let's see how this is handled; I'm not thinking about changing it, and I couldn't change it anyway."

"What else can be done but pay up? What else do you want?" Su Yun said, "Who performs surgery without something going wrong?"

"……"

"If it were like you, doctors would have gone extinct ages ago. No one would work, and more people would die."

Zheng Ren knew Su Yun was right, but still felt something was off.

Actually he himself knew where the oddness lay, just as he often said before: thinking too much doesn't make you grow.

"Don't be so poetic; thinking too much won't make you grow."

Sure enough, Su Yun's next sentence used Zheng Ren's own words to slap him in the face.

"Do you think medicine is meaningful?" Zheng Ren asked softly.

Su Yun's eyes widened; she didn't expect her boss to ask such a question. Everyone says thinking too much won't make you grow, so how could he ask that!

"Yes and no." Su Yun thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Let me give you an example, though it might not be quite appropriate."

Zheng Ren nodded.

"Mosu Shu Tan, you've used it before, right?"

"Used it."

"My experience is that Mosu Shu Tan has no dosage limit!" Su Yun said, "I once took on a patient with severe traumatic wet lung and brain contusion-laceration."

Zheng Ren's mind immediately conjured a blank white chest CT image, something he himself had sketched out; he understood what Su Yun meant.

The pulmonary infection accompanying severe traumatic wet lung is quite serious, and with the patient's brain contusion-laceration, they are likely to remain unconscious, unable to expel copious phlegm, leading to stagnant pneumonia...

This patient had to be tough; Su Yun described the condition of a dying patient in just a few words.

"Mosu Shu Tan, the instructions say 2-3 times a day, maximum dose 30 mg each time." Su Yun said, "Guess how much I gave."

"Since they said there's no upper limit, it's definitely adding Mosu Shu Tan to the vein pump and just keeping it pumping. Giving over a hundred vials a day, that's about right. I've done it too, and the effect wasn't bad."

"Right." Su Yun said, "If you don't give that much, the patient will definitely die. But saying you give that dose counts as off-label drug use; if the patient's family sues you, a medical malpractice charge is inevitable."

"It's different; if you dare to give the patient that much drug, you must know that even if a low-probability event occurs after death, there won't be any trouble." Zheng Ren said.

"No need for you to say it." Su Yun said contemptuously, "We're talking about this very thing; not going far, you told me about 3D printing lung tissue, wanting to give Xiao Shitou a lung transplant—why have you kept hesitating?"

"Illegal." Zheng Ren admitted frankly.

"Any treatment not approved for market is illegal. Let me tell you, if Wen Xiaonuan turns against you and denies knowing you, she'll sue you directly and you're finished." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren shrugged his shoulders, indicating it didn't matter. This counts as new research; the relevant agreement has already been signed, and Su Yun is just speaking casually. With someone as sinister as him around, all loopholes have long been plugged.

"I've told you before, doctors need to learn to read faces. Back when we were in Hai Cheng, there was cardiac tamponade, and we'd just open the chest and directly compress the heart—such cases aren't rare, but they aren't common either. These are all landmines; the chance of saving them is less than half, you don't think others would avoid them?"

"No, I know too." Zheng Ren said vaguely.

"When someone dies and kicks up a bloody fuss, they'll definitely end up suing." Su Yun said, "We're the only place with medical malpractice charges, so back then I didn't want to do clinical work; opening a pet hospital would have been great."

"Don't keep talking about a pet hospital; you've already won a Nobel Prize, opening another pet hospital would be overkill."

"That's yours; I just glommed onto an award."

Zheng Ren suddenly recalled that old joke, flashing a smile that all men understand.

"Speaking seriously, Ye Chu hasn't made things entirely clear; I suspect he also has some reservations. Private hospitals are increasing, moving toward commercial insurance—that's the trend. By standing in the way, you're like a mantis trying to stop a cart; you'll surely be crushed."

"I know."

"I think what Doctor Charles is doing is right." Su Yun said, "Researching the fundamental physiology of the human body; from the source, all mistakes can be avoided."

"How long have you been doing surgery? From the ancient sorcerers, to barbers, to bloodletting, to dissecting corpses in graveyards, modern medicine began—can you guarantee that appendectomies never kill anyone?"

"No."

"Never having an accident is just your luck; performing surgery without issues, many high-difficulty operations make my heart race just watching them. Even if I could learn them at a glance, I still wouldn't dare. Why? Isn't it just because I'm afraid of something going wrong?"

"That has nothing to do with this." Zheng Ren said.

"The first batch of private hospitals lived off medical insurance, clinging to it and sucking blood. Now they're about to be phased out; the upcoming private hospitals all have capital backing. You just say it—one is a mercenary outfit, the other is... hey!"

Su Yun didn't finish her words, and he couldn't bear to say it in such detail.

Leaving others aside, how much could Liu Xu zhi earn back home? Going to the private Yimei clinic for a minor procedure, his income would jump a hundredfold.

"So then, don't overthink it. How many public hospitals are there in Jinhai Shi? Why would patients go to private ones? Isn't it just because they saw the huge ads?"

"Teacher Tangtangtangtangtang has been doing ads for private hospitals for how many years—could you sue him?" Su Yun continued to say contemptuously, also making a grotesque gesture.

Zheng Ren smiled and laughed it off, deciding not to dwell on such things.

"Wu Hui can't even do an appendectomy in a United States community—be satisfied; you can't expect everyone to be like you with heaven-defying luck."

"Medicine, it's really nothing." Zheng Ren rarely mixed English into his speech.

"Medical standards keep rising, lifespans keep lengthening, an aging society—all the way until society collapses and resources run out. You're basically committing a historical crime!" Su Yun declared righteously.

"……"

"Hahaha, so then, do you think standing on the pinnacle of technique lets you blame everyone? Just pick a fight with you and you won't know how to respond."