Chapter 325: with translation of chapter title

Leaving the System Space, Zheng Ren felt refreshed.

The surgery in the system operating room went well, leaving him with a strong sense of satisfaction.

Although not all cases of adenomyosis can be treated, the focal type can be managed with interventional procedures, which is sufficient.

The phone rang, and Zheng Ren answered it.

Hello, Director Qian.

Okay, I'll get the surgery ready right away.

Please have the patient's family come to the emergency room; I need to brief them before the procedure.

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

Leaving the duty room, Zheng Ren saw Su Yun sitting in a chair in the office, playing on her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen as if she were chatting with five or six people at once.

Su Yun, the patient's family has agreed to the interventional procedure; go get ready, Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun responded, promptly put away her phone, and still wore an ambiguous smile.

This guy, even from ten meters away, could smell that surging hormone scent.

Professor Rudolf was listening to Chang Yue describe domestic medical practices, so engrossed he didn't notice Zheng Ren entering.

Zheng Ren sat down at a computer and began filling out the surgery consent form.

Because it's a rare disease and the patient also has multiple fractures awaiting surgery, this pre‑operative briefing can't use a template; Zheng Ren has to type it out word by word.

Zheng Ren carefully considered each possible complication, typing slowly.

Soon after, the patient's family arrived at the ward; that young man, Zheng Ren still remembered him.

That day, Su Yun had handled the communication downstairs while I went upstairs to resuscitate; today, however, the roles were swapped.

Zheng Ren gestured for him to sit, and his gentle smile gave the young man a sense of safety.

Over the past few days, almost all the news he'd heard was bad; the pressure had become overwhelming, leaving him near a breakdown.

Zheng Ren began the pre‑operative briefing with him, but instead of going through the printed items one by one, he started by explaining adenomyosis.

The most important point wasn't the surgical complications, but rather that the patient's situation was special, making it impossible to run further tests to determine whether it was focal or diffuse adenomyosis.

Therefore, the surgery revealed diffuse adenomyosis, ruling out any further treatment options.

The communication went relatively smoothly.

Before this, because of his adenomyosis, he had taken his girlfriend to many hospitals, including major ones in the capital and the big city.

He had a basic understanding of the condition, and during this time he had decided that if necessary, he could accept a hysterectomy.

In the choice between having a child or removing the uterus to save his life, he made his decision without hesitation. However, the patient couldn't let go of his desire to have a child and insisted on giving birth before undergoing surgery.

Moreover, he had thought about how to comfort his girlfriend once she was transferred out of the ICU.

When he heard Zheng Ren say there was a chance of a cure, he was somewhat surprised.

Professor Rudolf Wagner turned his head and asked in surprise, "Zheng, did I hear wrong? Are you discussing adenomyosis?"

Yes, Professor, Zheng Ren replied.

My God, you're actually quite confident you can cure focal adenomyosis! the professor exclaimed, making an exaggerated gesture to match his expression and words.

It's only the focal type; the diffuse type still has no means of a cure and can only be treated by surgical removal, Zheng Ren said.

I think staying here is a pretty good choice, Professor Rudolf Wagner said. Every few days you give me a fresh surprise.

It's not really a surprise, Professor, Zheng Ren calmly replied. In the past, focal adenomyosis was also treatable.

But no one can be certain of a cure. Zheng, I just heard a confidence in your tone; please believe me, this is definitely not an illusion, the professor said.

Zheng Ren waved his hand, signaling the professor to hold his tongue while he communicated with the patient's family.

The young man stared, seeing that the foreigner was being called Professor by Doctor Zheng. Could he be an expert in this field?

Professor, can you understand Chinese? the young man asked, turning his head.

Yes, as long as it's not too fast and without dialect, I can generally understand, Professor Rudolf Wagner replied.

What is your specialty? the young man demanded, standing up and approaching the professor as if a drowning man clutching a floating log.

Having consulted all the major hospitals in the country, and knowing too much, he approached Zheng Ren's proposed surgery with the attitude of trying a dead horse as if it were alive.

Interventional.

Could you please perform surgery on my fiancée? the young man said, somewhat excited, bowing deeply.

Professor Rudolf Wagner froze, looking puzzled at Zheng Ren and then at the young man.

Seeing the professor's strange expression, the young man wondered if he had misspoken or if something else was wrong, and he stood there half‑bowed, stunned.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly turned inexplicably weird.

Zheng, did I misunderstand what you just said? Professor Rudolf Wagner asked, puzzled.

What words?

You said you have a high confidence in curing focal adenomyosis.

No, Zheng Ren replied.

Then why is this young man asking me to do the surgery? I only have less than a fifty percent chance, Professor Rudolf Wagner said, especially confused.

The young man completely failed to grasp the situation, dazedly glancing at the professor and then at Zheng Ren, unsure of their relationship.

Zheng Ren didn't blame him and just smiled.

Young man, I come from Heidelberg in Germany. My purpose here is to invite Zheng to go to Heidelberg with me to set up a lab and research a new technique. Currently, this procedure can only be performed by Zheng worldwide, Professor Rudolf Wagner explained.

…… The young man froze, wondering when Hai Cheng had produced such an outstanding doctor.

They couldn't be deceiving themselves, could they?

If you agree to the surgery, sign the consent form quickly—the operation is almost ready, Zheng Ren said, tapping the pre‑operative consent document in his hand.

The young man was still somewhat dazed.

"You can rest assured, if I can't do it, there's still a foreign professor here, right?" Zheng Ren laughed, he did not dwell on whether his Shou Bing skill was higher or the professor's Shou Bing skill was higher, but instead comforted the patient's family.

The patient's family showed grateful looks, bowing separately to Professor Rudolf Wagner and Zheng Ren, then wrote their names on paper.

Zheng Ren took the preoperative signature in his hand, called the professor, and went to the Operating Room.

"Zheng, don't people in your country know you're the man with God's hands? It's simply unbelievable." On the way, Professor Rudolf felt moved.

"Professor Rudolf, what you said isn't important. I believe that as a doctor, the goal should always be on the disease, not on other aspects." Zheng Ren laughed.