Chapter 3068: line with translation of chapter title

Just as Mao Chi was dazed, Feng Xu Hui suddenly said, "Director Mao, won't you take a look at the surgery?"

"Ah?"

"It'll be done soon; Yun Ge'er has already loosened the retrieval hook of the goose-neck snare." Feng Xu Hui's eyes shone, as if he too had grasped the subtlety of the surgery.

Mao Chi glanced at the operating screen and saw Su Yun stepping on the line; on the screen the goose-neck snare was moving slightly, and the part tangled with the filter was already loosening.

How did he do it? That thought flashed through his mind, and Mao Chi immediately realized another problem—this Feng manager before him could actually understand the surgery!

It's quite normal for a distributor manager to understand surgery, even to perform it.

Especially in lower-level hospitals, when certain products first enter clinical use, it's often the product manager who personally teaches the lead surgeon.

It sounds odd, but that's the fact. Under the drive of capital, all kinds of strange things can happen, and this is one of the motivations.

Let's not talk about anything else; just speak of interventional equipment.

When they first entered clinical use, the salespeople were all doctors who had left hospitals, carrying medical licenses and interventional surgery qualifications, going to hospitals for promotion and training. Their level far surpassed that of ordinary doctors at prefecture-level hospitals, and many department heads were taught by them.

But as time went on, this became increasingly irregular, with many distributors who knew nothing entering the operating room.

Thus came the explicit rule forbidding distributors from entering the operating room.

"Manager Feng, are you also formally trained?" Mao Chi asked.

Anyway, Doctor Su's surgery in the OR is almost done; it'd be better to pin down this distributor directly under Boss Zheng and get a clear answer.

"I didn't study medicine, and I've never stood on an operating table," Feng Xu Hui said bluntly.

"Huh? Then what are you…?" Mao Chi paused.

Meanwhile, Su Yun had already taken out the goose-neck snare and was now inserting another snare, adjusting the angle, hoping to extract the filter.

Mao Chi had also needed just a couple of glances at that situation to realize the surgery was about to finish, and even while Feng Xu Hui was speaking, the goose-neck snare was still entwined with the filter.

Being able to see the surgical process, and even faintly foresee the later outcome, Mao Chi knew what that signified.

"Manager Feng, have you ever performed surgery?"

"No." Feng Xu Hui said softly; seeing the surgery go smoothly, he clearly felt himself relax a bit.

"Then you can understand it?"

"Um…" Feng Xu Hui glanced at Mao Chi, then immediately said respectfully, "Director Mao, I watch Boss Zheng's livestreamed surgery every day when I get home. If there's something I don't understand, I ask Yun Ge'er, who lets me read some books."

"Your eyesight isn't bad; at least you can understand the surgery." Mao Chi praised him.

"I need to know what Chief Zheng is doing, what supplies will be needed next, and if there's something special I don't have on hand, I'll have to go get it." Feng Xu Hui said, "After all, I can't just roll a suitcase in here; Chief Zheng has very strict aseptic requirements."

Mao Chi laughed; it seemed everyone's success wasn't a freebie from heaven.

This small supplies dealer supposedly had some disputes with Boss Zheng during earthquake relief, but feelings inevitably fade; giving him a meal is just subsistence, and if he wants to eat well he still has to work hard himself.

Even a nobody without formal training who's self-taught can become capable; Mao Chi was sure that if this Feng manager isn't clumsy, throwing him onto the operating table now would let him handle ordinary interventional surgery just fine.

That's certain; it's just a matter of speed. Otherwise, wanting to anticipate Boss Zheng's next surgical step would be impossible.

"Manager Feng, impressive." Mao Chi smiled and said, "How are your Changfeng vascular intervention supplies?"

"Our supplies meet quality standards, but due to material limitations they're never as easy to use as foreign ones," Feng Xu Hui said.

"……"

Feng Xu Hui's words were too frank, and this time Mao Chi was truly stunned.

Is that what a Changfeng product manager ought to say?! If I were the boss of Changfeng, I'd kick this guy to the moon.

Who sells stuff like that? Must be a spy planted by another company.

"But Chief Zheng previously did TIPS surgery and always used our Changfeng supplies, offering some suggestions. We're now making improvements—not pursuing material science, but pursuing the operator's feel."

"Feel?"

"Um, just like how Yun Ge'er just used the grasping forceps to loosen the goose-neck snare—one must overcome hemodynamic effects, understand the elasticity of the domestic Aegis filter, then loosen it with the forceps. Too-soft supplies aren't suitable for surgery; I think foreign equipment is just about the same."

Feng Xu Hui candidly explained this to Mao Chi.

Mao Chi had originally wanted to learn from Boss Zheng himself, but he hadn't expected to be given a lesson by Changfeng's little product manager.

The filter had already been removed from the operating table; Su Yun's brows danced with delight, the surgery clearly making him extremely happy. He began placing another filter, his technique utterly practiced.

Mao Chi muttered to himself, noting that he never sees Su Yun in surgery usually—how could his interventional technique be more skilled than his own?

Damn it! To have such talent and not use it—is talent really meant to be wasted?!

"Little Feng, go get your big stent and bring it over for me to see." Mao Chi threw out his own cake with a grin.

That piece of cake was sweet; Mao Chi was giving a big gift.

The big stent is the most lucrative kind of supply. When aortic dissections were first treated, there was a saying—each time you placed a big stent in the aorta, it was like driving a small car into it.

An aortic stent costs around a hundred thousand, which was the price in the early 21st century—equivalent to a normal worker's pure income for one to two years.

Even now, after repeated price cuts, the big stent remains the most profitable chunk. Never mind that products have been updated—there are now membrane-covered stents, dissolvable stents, and the like.

Mao Chi extended an olive branch, then thought again and asked, "Manager Feng, are you in charge of this area?"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Director Mao." Feng Xu Hui bowed humbly, expressing his gratitude.

This reaction was reasonable, yet unexpected.

Manager Feng showed no overjoyed emotion, nor did he make any fawning moves after hinting he could use the big stent.

Just a bow—was that too bland? Mao Chi wondered.

Everything proceeded as a matter of course, as if Manager Feng had anticipated it all along, or perhaps he simply didn't care. Even expressing thanks or bowing were merely out of the most basic reason—politeness!