Chapter 3168: with translation of chapter title

Zhou Chun Yong answered Zheng Lao Ban's call, didn't ask why, and directly contacted and arranged the relevant matters.

But things didn't go as wished; the operating room said the machine was broken, the manufacturer is sending someone to repair it, and it won't be usable for at least a month.

Upon hearing this bad news, Zhou Chun Yong's inner fire flared up instantly.

Zheng Lao Ban asked to borrow a liver dialysis machine from him, but coincidentally it broke down. He darkly wondered who he had offended, who was tripping him up and refusing to lend it.

If it really was that underhanded, Zhou Chun Yong wouldn't mind directly reporting it to Dean Zou, even if it meant breaking faces. Anyway, someone had already tripped him, so there was no need to be so discreet.

He asked three people familiar with the operating room in succession; two directly told him the machine was broken, and the third, after inquiring, gave the same reply.

Damn it! Zhou Chun Yong silently cursed the logistics personnel who manage equipment; usually they're all over the place, but when the real test comes, they drop the ball.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhou Chun Yong pondered for a long time. Zheng Lao Ban rarely opens his mouth—could it really be that he can't do it?

He called the logistics staff again, and after a long hassle confirmed that the machine couldn't be repaired within a month.

This time Zhou Chun Yong had no recourse; he sighed and stared blankly at his phone.

"Old Zhou, what's wrong? Any critical patients in the department?" his lover asked.

"No, Zheng Lao Ban asked to borrow a machine for intraoperative use, but ours just happened to be broken." Zhou Chun Yong replied anxiously.

"No other place has a 912 machine; only you guys do."

"It's for dialysis."

"That thing isn't everywhere; I see many private hospitals can do dialysis. Is there something more advanced?" his lover asked.

"It's not what you said; it's not a kidney dialysis machine for uremic patients, but a liver dialysis machine."

"Liver can be dialyzed?!" his lover exclaimed, looking at him in surprise.

"It's just a term; mainly it adsorbs bilirubin and exchanges plasma. I'm telling you about this thing because such specialized equipment—there are only two in the entire Di Du, one in our hospital and one in Xiehe."

"If it's broken, what can you do? Hurry up and tell Zheng Lao Ban."

"It's been almost a year; Zheng Lao Ban rarely asks me for anything proactively. Last time it was the mute son of a Daoist he knew, asking me for help."

"Can a Daoist have a son?" his lover's focus was from an ordinary person's perspective. Whether Daoists or monks can have children is definitely more gossip-worthy than a piece of intraoperative liver dialysis equipment.

"No nonsense, let me think about it. That Xiehe machine..."

"Don't bother thinking about Xiehe; Zheng Lao Ban borrowing it himself would be easier for you. I don't think Zheng Lao Ban is unreasonable; give him a call, explain the situation, and I think he won't say no," his lover advised.

Indeed, Zhou Chun Yong focused his thoughts and called Gao Shaojie.

Speaking of which, Zheng Lao Ban's medical team had arranged such an insider—really convenient. First ask Old Gao, gauge the urgency, then decide whether to go to Xiehe to borrow the machine.

Wanting to borrow a large machine is quite a hassle, something Zhou Chun Yong knows well. Zheng Lao Ban probably knows too; if it weren't for their close relationship, he likely wouldn't have opened his mouth.

When Zhou Chun Yong learned that Zheng Lao Ban was leading his medical team in lung transplant surgery training at the community hospital, he was startled.

Zheng Lao Ban is doing lung transplants, using autologous stem cell cloning, 3D-printed lung tissue. He... this is going to heaven!

Thinking of this, Zhou Chun Yong stood up and went straight to change his shoes.

"So late, where are you going?"

"To go tell Zheng Lao Ban in person." Zhou Chun Yong said.

"You..." his lover trailed off, thinking this was just rushing to flatter him, and it was really unsightly.

"Just make a phone call and it's done; do you really need to apologize in person? The machine breaking wasn't Old Zhou's fault."

"I'll just take a quick look at the surgery." Zhou Chun Yong said, "How to put it... if this surgery succeeds, we won't have to worry about heart disease anymore."

"Old Zhou, are you feverish? One moment it's liver dialysis, the next it's heart disease." His lover reached to his forehead to feel for fever.

"You've misunderstood." Zhou Chun Yong laughed, "Zheng Lao Ban is doing lung transplant training..."

"Organ transplant? Your hospital does plenty of liver transplants each year. Weren't they also saying you should do an angiogram or something..."

"What Zheng Lao Ban is doing isn't an ordinary organ transplant; it's cultivating the patient's own cells, then 3D-printing them. It means having countless backup organs for oneself; as long as one doesn't get senile, everything's fine!" Zhou Chun Yong grew more excited as he spoke.

"Um..."

"I don't know the details either; I won't explain, I'm going to go see the excitement." Zhou Chun Yong said, "If the heart really is bad, just swap in a new one, even a 20-year-old heart. You tell me—does a 60-year-old with a 20-year-old heart sound impressive or not?"

"The person ages, but the heart stays young."

Detecting a hint of jealousy in his lover's "precise summary" tone, Zhou Chun Yong didn't explain, hurriedly grabbed his time and left home, rushing to the community hospital.

Zhou Chun Yong knew almost nothing about lung transplants, and he wasn't clear why they needed intraoperative liver dialysis equipment. Still, faced with such a major event, it was better to pitch in and lend a hand.

Driving to the community hospital, Zhou Chun Yong had been there many times; upon entering, he greeted Fan Tian Shui familiarly.

Afterwards he saw a petite figure in the back making the bed.

"Tian Shui, is this... you've hired an assistant?" Zhou Chun Yong was surprised—did even the security in Zheng Lao Ban's medical team get this treatment? Having a dedicated female assistant to make the bed and fold the quilt.

Fan Tian Shui smiled sheepishly, "Director Zhou, that's my disciple; Zheng Lao Ban asked me to bring her along for a while."

"A disciple?"

Liu Xiaomei turned around, speaking gently, "Director Zhou, you came this late to see Zheng Lao Ban? I'll take you up."

The instant he saw Liu Xiaomei, Zhou Chun Yong fell to his knees.

Zhou Chun Yong also knew about that huge incident at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital back then; he felt both lamenting that people's hearts aren't what they used to be and puzzled. It wasn't until Dahungya and this girl before him stepped forward that the matter was resolved.

Those days, whether on WeChat Moments or Weibo, were flooded with her image of bleeding eyes and head-banging on the ground.

This girl is ruthless and merciless; she's that harsh on herself—what about others?

When he saw that scene back then, Zhou Chun Yong felt a deep, almost limitless dread toward Zheng Lao Ban. Being able to summon such a formidable figure at will, Zheng Lao Ban must be even more ruthless.

He never expected to see this girl standing before him in the middle of the night, smiling on her face—but to Zhou Chun Yong her gentle smile looked like a knife, eerily sinister.