Chapter 3067: 2865 The Stubborn Lucky One

The domestic Aegis filter has become an antique now; even if it were still in use, what would a sales manager at Longwind Micro-creation be doing keeping an old-model venous filter?

"Xiao Feng is right," Zheng Ren said after a few seconds of silence, nodding. "Did you bring the retrieval device?"

"I brought it." Feng Xu Hui took out the professional equipment from seven years ago, placed it in Zheng Ren's hand, and then returned to a transparent state.

If the filter hasn't shifted, the normal retrieval route is to go through the 10F guide catheter, use a snare to catch the retrieval hook at the bottom, and push the guide catheter upward to retrieve the filter.

Back then, to compete with imported products and make it easier while reinforcing clinicians' habits, the manufacturer designed a dedicated snare, making filter retrieval more convenient.

As for the present... the product has long been updated; nowadays, few doctors performing surgery still remember the old product.

Even Sun Chao, Director Sun, only remembers the domestic Aegis filter; this thing isn't a love token—who would be fond of a consumable for no reason?

"Boss, let me give it a try?" Su Yun said, itching to try, standing behind Zheng Ren.

"Sure, I'll be your assistant," Zheng Ren said. "Let's give it a try; if it works we'll solve the problem quickly. If not, we'll call general surgery to open the abdomen."

Zheng Ren tossed out a remark, then he and Su Yun went to put on lead clothing and scrub up, preparing for surgery.

Sun Chao watched Zheng Lao Ban's back, blinked slightly, then immediately trotted after him.

Mao Chi, however, found it interesting, carefully sizing up this young medical equipment vendor who limped and walked with a thudding step.

He tidied the box, picked several kinds of various consumables and put them in a sterile bag, holding it in his arms. Then he closed the box, placed the two boxes somewhere out of the way, and went to put on lead clothing.

"Little Feng, right?" Mao Chi asked with a smile.

"Director Mao, it's me, it's me, Feng Xu Hui of Longwind Micro-creation." Feng Xu Hui bowed, head lowered, showing a humble demeanor.

"Why are you preparing an outdated domestic Aegis filter? Does Zheng Lao Ban use it often?"

"Um... it's not that Zheng Lao Ban, during his recent trip to Di Du for liver and gallbladder rescue, encountered a patient who had a drainage tube retained in the body for over ten years, is it?" Feng Xu Hui spoke frankly. "Back then, removing the drainage tube took a lot of effort; when I returned, I thought about the filter we normally use and studied it in detail."

"What did you find?" Mao Chi asked, intrigued.

"The discovery is that the domestic Aegis filter has its own dedicated retrieval device; although it can be substituted, if a similar patient appears, using the original device would go more smoothly. I prepared this as a precaution—I never expected to actually encounter such a case."

"Just because of that?" Mao Chi sounded doubtful.

"Um... Director Mao, there's no particular reason." Feng Xu Hui looked sincerely at Mao Chi and said, "My job is to make Chief Zheng's surgery go as smoothly as possible; that's also the original purpose of every medical supplies sales manager. Back then I thought, if such a case arose, Chief Zheng might ask me for it."

As he spoke, Feng Xu Hui's eyes narrowed; Mao Chi knew he was smiling.

"The domestic Aegis filter is rarely seen now; I asked a friend in Shenzhen and dug out old stock from the manufacturer's warehouse."

"That probability is too small, isn't it?" Mao Chi couldn't understand—was this kid truly stubborn or just lucky?

"As long as Chief Zheng might need it, I have to keep it on hand," Feng Xu Hui said firmly.

Mao Chi did know about the third-generation explorer's laryngeal mask, but that's a high-tech product—even 912 hasn't received any shipments, so his selective stocking makes sense. But this already outdated product...

"Do you have other products too?" Mao Chi asked.

"Most of them, I do. The box just now my assistant called the 'secondhand market.'" Feng Xu Hui put on lead clothing, making movement more inconvenient. He still handed over supplies to the nurses, especially the barcodes, specifically instructing them to keep them safe.

This is to be pasted into the medical record to prove it's professional equipment, giving it legal effect.

Mao Chi also put on a lead garment, not going to watch the surgery, but instead stood beside Feng Xu Hui and asked, "The secondhand stuff is basically useless most of the time, right?"

"Basically useless, but we still need to prepare the related consumables."

"What else do you have?" Mao Chi is now extremely interested in this small medical supplies vendor, having overturned all his previous notions about such vendors.

"Everything is in my car's trunk—twenty-one major categories, 978 items of consumables. Depending on what kind of surgery Chief Zheng does, I bring the corresponding rolling case. My assistant is outside, also carrying two boxes that might be needed."

"..." Mao Chi let out a slight sigh, though he was still somewhat curious, or rather, unwilling to give up.

"What if Chief Zheng goes to another hospital to perform surgery, but they haven't set up interventional procedures?"

"Chief Zheng just needs a gastrointestinal machine to perform interventional procedures; I've prepared the full set of interventional equipment," Feng Xu Hui said confidently.

Using the gastrointestinal machine, Chief Zheng had already performed such procedures during earthquake relief, even in the rubble.

"There's also a radiofrequency ablation machine in my car, which I applied for together with the leadership." Feng Xu Hui laughed. "It's too expensive for me to buy myself, so I can only use Longwind Micro-creation's."

"Have you used it?"

"Never; it's hardly ever needed. Chief Zheng's surgeries have already..." Feng Xu Hui hesitated, his eyes fixed on the screen, talking to Mao Chi while watching the surgery, making predictions in his mind, so his reactions were a bit slow.

"It's reached the pinnacle, returned to simplicity." Seeing the surgery go smoothly, Feng Xu Hui whispered, "Normally it's not used at all."

"Then why do you still prepare it?"

"On my first day of training at the factory, the leadership said our duty is to make doctors' surgeries go more smoothly, which is also part of healing and saving lives." Feng Xu Hui said softly, "But when I first arrived at the market, I discovered that the leader in charge of training was just talking big; the market really isn't like that."

Mao Chi almost burst out laughing.

Consumables are the biggest source of gray income; only the newest, newest, newest rookies would believe that nonsense about a duty to make doctors' surgeries go more smoothly.

"But I'm following Chief Zheng, so many things don't involve me. I just need to know what surgeries Chief Zheng can do and prepare the corresponding equipment."

"The trouble is, Chief Zheng seems able to do any surgery, so I had to apply to modify the car the company gave me, enlarging the trunk space to fit all that equipment."

Mao Chi was stunned.

"Not changing one's original intention"—this saying has been uttered by countless people, and almost everyone uses it to make a point. But society simply can't allow an original intention to be changed, so sooner or later everyone abandons it.

This Manager Feng really is lucky; Mao Chi let out a long sigh in his heart.