Chapter 3098: 2894 Life Is Like a Play

After finishing their shift, Zheng Ren and Su Yun took Gu Xiao Ran to the special needs ward.

Besides the TIPS Surgery today, Xiao Shitou also needs to undergo interventional surgery treatment for his liver.

His pulmonary fibrosis is still slowly progressing, and Zheng Ren no longer wonders about a sudden miracle reversing lung tissue fibrosis; after a while, waiting for the 3D-printed lung to come out, to give him a lung transplant.

Xiao Shitou already knows this, but before a lung transplant, tumors in other locations always need to be dealt with first.

Otherwise, under the massive blow of a lung transplant, it is highly likely to cause immune insufficiency and an explosive growth of tumors as a complication.

Arriving at the ward, Zheng Ren saw Xiao Shitou holding his phone and looking at it.

"Shitou, still playing ranked?" Su Yun asked.

"I saw you guys as extras in last night's video," Xiao Shitou said without looking up, "This sister is just amazing!"

Zheng Ren froze for a moment. Amazing? Shouldn't it be pitiful? Yesterday Liu Xiaomei's tear‑jerking performance left even him, present at the scene, shaken by a head full of blood.

"Huh? Xiao Shitou, how did you figure that out?" Su Yun also found it strange.

"Hua Shi TV's online version of the Close to Science special program did a special episode that went viral, now there are weird memes everywhere," Xiao Shitou laughed, "This morning it's all over; Close to Science even did an explanation, and I found it by following those weird videos. Who would watch Hua Shi TV for fun otherwise?"

Su Yun laughed heartily; yesterday he was busy a bit late, and this morning after waking up he still got a call saying President Xu would come to express thanks, and he still hasn't watched those weird videos.

"Let's go," Zheng Ren said, noticing the red rope on Xiao Shitou's wrist that he had given him last time, thinking the braided rope was also quite cool.

"Brother, today's surgery isn't big, is it?" Xiao Shitou asked.

"A 5 cm tumor, preparing for 2‑3 rounds of complete embolization. Post‑op we'll use a hemostatic plug, and he can get out of bed in six hours," Zheng Ren said.

"Is it unpleasant?"

"It depends on the person—some find it okay, others clutch their stomachs and moan all day in bed," Su Yun said, smiling and rubbing Xiao Shitou's head, "Your hair seems thicker."

"I haven't used chemo drugs in a long time, and I'm not balding," Xiao Shitou said, "I read in a professional book that the chance of postoperative fever is highest. The probabilities of pain and nausea/vomiting are also not small."

"Pretty much—compared to being on a ventilator or ECMO, this is nothing," Su Yun laughed.

"Yun Ge'er, I saw you smirking in the back," Xiao Shitou said laughing, "Is that the person you guys found?"

"Yeah," Su Yun said proudly, "Impressive, right?"

"Awesome!" Xiao Shitou asked, "Can you let me meet that older sister?"

"What do you want to see her for?"

"She acted really well," Xiao Shitou said, a bit out of breath, "I want to ask her what she was thinking when she first split her forehead open and bled, and whether she could have had a concussion."

"Nonsense, that's called professionalism," Su Yun said disdainfully, "Life is like a play, all about acting skills. Life is like a movie; the better you act, the better the roles you get."

"That's for blockbusters, too bad most people are just domestic trash dramas," Xiao Shitou sighed, "Life is like a domestic film; the better you look, the better the roles you get."

Su Yun touched his own face, blew out a breath, and laughed, "I think what you said makes sense."

"Cut it out, get ready for surgery. Wen Jie, are the pre‑op preparations done?" Zheng Ren asked.

"All done."

"Let's go," Zheng Ren patted Xiao Shitou's shoulder, he got up and put on his shoes, Zheng Ren draped a down jacket over him and put on his hat. The frail Xiao Shitou looked as cute as a stuffed toy.

"Your complexion is much better than before, and you've gained 3.7 kg—keep it up. No postoperative nausea or vomiting; tell me what you want to eat," Zheng Ren said, holding Xiao Shitou's hand.

"Maintaining weight, will that help us get through the lung transplant?"

Zheng Ren truly doesn't want to bring up the lung transplant; the surgery isn't the hardest part, and he still has expertise in organ transplantation. Speaking of which, since doing the liver transplant surgery he gained organ transplant expertise, yet he hasn't performed a single transplant operation.

Hope the pace of lung fibrosis slows down, and Xiao Shitou's nutritional condition improves a bit more. Zheng Ren held Xiao Shitou's hand as they left the ward.

"Don't get unhappy just at the mention of a lung transplant," Xiao Shitou said, "I think for you it's just a small operation."

"Still, we have to look at your condition; the lung transplant surgery really isn't big—guess what the hardest surgery I've done is?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I watched the surgery livestream—once they repaired the intestines, which were torn to shreds, and I thought that operation was very difficult," Xiao Shitou said, although he has no surgical experience, he has his own understanding.

"Did you go watch the surgery video? Using Su Yun's account?"

"Yeah, I just want to know what it's like when you operate on me. Speaking of which, you've never done a lung transplant before, brother—are you actually capable? Is it because you lack confidence that you've been worrying all this time?" Xiao Shitou asked jokingly.

"If I can't do it, nobody can," Zheng Ren smiled, "This is the world's first 3D‑printed lung transplant surgery, and we don't know what postoperative problems might arise."

"Deal with whatever problems come up," Xiao Shitou said optimistically, "For the unsolvable parts of life, people say to leave it to time—not hoping time will solve anything, but everyone knows that once circumstances change, there's no need or desire to solve it. Same idea: first do the surgery, then after it's done you'll know what might happen."

"Where did you see all that chicken‑soup nonsense? It's useless, I'm telling you," Su Yun said.

"I still think it makes sense—you have to do it first to know. As for post‑op…… if you can't handle it, then you really can't," Xiao Shitou laughed, "If it really doesn't work, remember to pull the tube, and definitely don't use ECMO. I read a report saying that as long as the time of death isn't long, ECMO can keep you going for a long time."

A child talking about life and death so calmly—Zheng Ren didn't know whether he was comforting himself or had truly let go after experiencing many such moments.

"Brother, after the surgery, will you two stay by my bedside?"

"We will," Zheng Ren said firmly, "Although our ICU in 912 is technically strong, cloning one's own lung tissue for a 3D‑printed lung transplant is still the first case, and I won't feel at ease unless I'm watching."

"Mm, if you watch me I'll feel reassured," Xiao Shitou said softly, "Wait until I open my eyes and see you two—I think even if I feel awful, I'll feel much better. For postoperative recovery, I must see you the moment I open my eyes."