Chapter 3169: then translation of title

"This little... I'll go myself." Zhou Chun Yong said awkwardly.

"Xiaomei, take Director Zhou to have a look." Fan Tian Shui said at the same time.

Liu Xiaomei smoothed the stray hair at her temples behind her ear, a tranquil smile on her face, she slipped out of the Baoanshi like a cat, silently, and said softly, "Director Zhou, please this way."

"Tian Shui, I'll go up first." Zhou Chun Yong, although unwilling to have more contact with Liu Xiaomei, even though he is domineering, the closer Liu Xiaomei gets, the more he feels like a thorn in his back.

However, Liu Xiaomei was also quiet, leading the way ahead, with no intention of chatting with Zhou Chun Yong. This saved Zhou Chun Yong a lot of thought, making it less awkward.

Going up to the second floor, Zhou Chun Yong carefully observed Liu Xiaomei from behind; seeing the girl walk with a graceful, gentle bearing, if he suddenly saw her he would surely think she was a lovely maiden from a sheltered home, gentle and modest, well-read and reasonable.

Zheng Lao Ban really has a lot of talent here; Zhou Chun Yong also felt a sense of admiration.

Arriving at the door of the demonstration room, Liu Xiaomei lightly knocked.

The door opened, and a black robe appeared before his eyes. Zhou Chun Yong's thoughts were all on Liu Xiaomei, wondering how this woman, vicious as a scorpion, could appear harmless. Seeing the black robe, he was startled.

"Ma Jie, this is Director Zhou Chun Yong, here to see Zheng Lao Ban." Liu Xiaomei said gently.

"Director Zhou?" The black robe, black hood, underneath dark and hollow, like a haunted place, and the voice sounded quite strange.

Is this a foreigner? Which hospital's big shot? But Liu Xiaomei calls her Ma Jie, which is strange, Zhou Chun Yong wondered.

"Old Zhou's here, come in." Su Yun looked up, he was wearing a microscope, looking like a Swiss old watchmaker, except younger, handsome, and dashing—a glance could make countless girls' hearts stop.

Zhou Chun Yong smiled, but didn't dare to barge in.

That mysterious person in black clothes and black robe stood at the doorway; Zhou Chun Yong could faintly feel a yin cold aura emanating from her.

Under the robe it seemed as if countless poisonous snakes were there, making Zhou Chun Yong shudder.

"Yun Ge'er, didn't we say the operating room can't have too many unrelated people?" The black robe asked in slightly awkward Chinese.

"We're just doing surgical practice, no need to be so strict." Su Yun laughed.

The black robe made way, Liu Xiaomei made a gesture of invitation, but she had no intention of going in.

Is this a dragon's pool and tiger's den or a Hongmen banquet? Zhou Chun Yong felt a tremor in his heart, but having come this far, he steadied himself and walked in.

"Director Zhou, how did you come?" Zheng Ren asked without turning his head.

"Zheng Lao Ban, Professor Su, I'm here to make amends." Zhou Chun Yong said half-joking, half-serious, "Our intraoperative liver dialysis machine broke; they said it would take a month to fix."

"Oh, is that so." Zheng Ren said, his hand paused slightly, his words a bit hesitant.

"Zheng Lao Ban, why don't I go ask at Xiehe? They still have one intraoperative liver dialysis machine there." Zhou Chun Yong probed.

"No need, just a few pieces of equipment; we can cobble something together ourselves." Zheng Ren said, "As long as it serves the purpose, we don't need a full set. Xiao Feng!"

"Chief Zheng, I'm here." Feng Xu Hui appeared beside Zheng Ren like a flash.

"Ask what devices are available for bilirubin adsorption combined plasma exchange." Zheng Ren asked.

"Okay."

Feng Xu Hui immediately went aside to make contacts; Zhou Chun Yong wondered, is Zheng Lao Ban starting to break into the medical equipment field? Why does he have to install the equipment himself?

Zhou Chun Yong used to think the saying "the capable can do anything" was just a joke, but seeing Zheng Lao Ban seem serious, he felt doubtful.

But Zhou Chun Yong's view was immediately drawn to the Shou Bing in the demonstration room; the 3D-printed human model gave him the feeling that Zheng Lao Ban was performing a "real" surgery. Even the blood traces looked real; if you didn't know, you'd surely misjudge.

Zheng Lao Ban and Su Yun were in the heart anatomy room's groove, various delicate instruments advancing bit by bit, but Zhou Chun Yong's vision wasn't enough; without wearing a microscope he couldn't see clearly.

"Zheng Lao Ban, this is..."

"The anatomy room groove, good for placing the left atrial clamp."

So that's how it is; Zhou Chun Yong could only pretend to understand. He had no idea what the room groove or left atrial clamp were for.

Even as the chief of hepatic intervention, a national top expert, he couldn't cross into cardiopulmonary. Modern medicine has even split the General Surgery Department into countless tiny branches, highly specialized. Not to mention lung transplant, Zhou Chun Yong couldn't even understand a total pneumonectomy.

"Chief Zheng, there are some devices, take a look." Feng Xu Hui walked over holding his phone; the phone showed a reply from someone.

"Ma Li Si, help take off the microscope." Zheng Ren said.

So Ma Jie is Ma Li Si? Indeed a foreigner. Zhou Chun Yong saw the black-robed woman walk up, remove Zheng Lao Ban's microscope, and thought in surprise.

This is the job of a circulating nurse; Zheng Lao Ban is awesome, even having to hire a foreigner as a circulating nurse.

"Old He, come consult." Zheng Ren called He Jun Jin over, "I think the bilirubin adsorption device, the Japanese-made model plasauto-iq artificial liver therapy instrument would work; what do you think?"

"No problem, you say, I'll note it down." Lao He held a ballpoint pen in one hand and a thick stack of A4 paper in the other, "I'll find someone to compile it later."

"Dedicated tubing for artificial liver, equipment options are few, let me think." Zheng Ren said, pausing, as if his mind wandered, after a few seconds he said, "A single-use bilirubin plasma perfusion device, made by Tianjin Ziwave High-Tech Co., Ltd., should work."

Lao He also had no other opinions, began writing down the consumables on paper.

Feng Xu Hui was also not idle, holding his phone in one hand, unable to note down what Zheng Lao Ban said, constantly glancing at Lao He's paper.

"Plasma exchange... a single-use membrane-type plasma separator, using Asahi Kasei Medical Co., Ltd.'s." Zheng Ren continued, "These few devices have good compatibility; connecting them together poses no problem."

Zhou Chun Yong felt tears welling up inside.

Is Zheng Lao Ban a doctor? No way! He's clearly a consumables merchant who's been immersed in the industry for years, and moreover the kind that's most professional with the broadest scope.

Intraoperative liver dialysis devices are not many domestically, after all the probability of using them intraoperatively is low. How many large tertiary hospitals in Di Du? Only Di Du Liver and Gallbladder and Xiehe have them, which shows the problem.

Even without equipment, Zheng Lao Ban is so skilled at piecing together a few devices; whether it's imported or domestic equipment, it seems everything is clear in his mind, everything under his control.