Chapter 363: with translation of chapter title

356 Surgical doctor, are you surnamed Zheng?

Professor Tian, under Professor Rudolf Wagner's murderous gaze, clutched the images and fled.

In the end, Professor Tian still couldn't figure out what he had done wrong to provoke Professor Rudolf Wagner's dislike and hostility.

Returning to the Orthopedics Department, Professor Tian immediately photographed the surgical images Zheng Ren gave him and sent them via WeChat to the Intervention Department Deputy Chief, with whom he had a good relationship.

He didn't quite understand it himself, but the low surgical bleeding was an objective fact.

What he wanted to know was why; only a specialist doctor's judgment on this point would be most convincing.

Soon, Professor Tian's WeChat chimed twice.

He picked up his phone, seeing a reply from the Intervention Department team leader deputy chief; before he could even open it to view the content, a call came in.

"Who performed this surgery?" Upon answering the call, the Intervention Department team leader deputy chief bluntly barked.

"Hai Cheng, City First Hospital Emergency Department Inpatient Chief." Professor Tian replied.

"Impossible, from elsewhere…" The other side paused briefly, then after a few seconds the Intervention Department deputy chief asked doubtfully, "Was the surgeon surnamed Zheng?"

"Huh? How would he know?"

Professor Tian seemed to have discovered a new continent.

"Yes, his name is Zheng Ren."

"Wow, Old Tian, that's a real expert. I said, he can even come up with new tricks for occluding the lumbar arterial trunk—just thinking of it, it's him."

"..."

He seems quite famous?

Professor Tian was puzzled; no matter how you look at it, he's just an Inpatient Chief, even an Inpatient Chief of a municipal hospital's Emergency Department—his low rank meant Professor Tian couldn't even see him bending over with a magnifying glass.

No wonder; Professor Tian, in Di Du, performs three to five surgeries daily, rushes to Flying Knife procedures on weekends, and occasionally attends academic conferences to boost his reputation in the field.

Not to mention Intervention Department affairs; even various new Orthopedics Department information, he struggles to obtain it promptly.

Is he really that formidable? Professor Tian felt somewhat confused.

Even if he's a rising star, one would expect to encounter him in Di Du or Modu. Hai Cheng? What a backwater.

"Just who is he?" Professor Tian asked.

"It can't be explained in a sentence or two." The other side replied, "Let me put it this way: he's a future expert, and this surgery he performed is simply beautiful!"

Professor Tian broke into a sweat; he knew very well his friend's temper and disposition.

He was surely looking at the images, and completely missed my question.

Helplessly hanging up, Professor Tian glanced at the time; he should head to the airport.

"Little Zhou," Professor Tian pondered seriously.

"Huh? What's up, Teacher Tian?" Doctor Zhou asked.

"If you encounter another vertebral tumor patient, please collect the case. If it's a rural patient, consultation fees are negotiable, but Doctor Zheng must personally perform the embolization procedure." Professor Tian instructed, "If there is one, I'll fly over in advance to watch Doctor Zheng do the surgery."

Doctor Zhou agreed without hesitation.

As for the purpose behind Teacher Tian's words, there will be time to ponder later; for now, the main thing is that whatever Teacher Tian says goes.

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Jizhenbingfang, Zheng Ren discussed with Professor Rudolf Wagner the guidance significance of hepatic MRI diffusion for TIPS surgery.

Previously, Zheng Ren had figured this out himself in the System Operating Room.

One person's strength and thought patterns are ultimately limited.

Professor Rudolf Wagner offered countless reference opinions, some questioning, some inferring from another angle.

The two talked with great enthusiasm, especially Professor Rudolf, who hadn't felt this way in years.

Such a novel differential diagnostic method doesn't just appear easily.

Nowadays, the vast majority of clinical procedures are the result of countless smart individuals painstakingly refined over many years.

Yet Zheng Ren actually managed to propose a precise judgment on the puncture for TIPS surgery in a short time!

Professor Rudolf's blond hair flew about, as if he were playing an uplifting melody on a violin.

He was immersed in the discussion of diagnosis and surgical methods, unable to extricate himself.

Zheng Ren felt the same; discussing with a world‑top physician was a hundred times stronger than his own agonizing in the System Space.

The professor's opinions greatly moved Zheng Ren; as they exchanged ideas, time slipped away bit by bit.

After an unknown period, someone beside them spoke.

"Little Zheng,"

Zheng Ren's first feeling was displeasure; at this moment, anyone other than Xie Yiren interrupting would make him unhappy.

He turned his head and saw it was Director Sun of the General Surgery Department.

Although interrupted, an old comrade still deserves respect.

Zheng Ren squeezed out a faint smile and said, "Director Sun, Greeting."

Director Sun also knew the hierarchy; he had waited nearby for nearly ten minutes, but seeing Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf engrossed in conversation, he finally interrupted.

He felt a bit embarrassed, saying, "Little Zheng, sorry to disturb you."

Director Sun was polite, yet Zheng Ren also felt quite uneasy.

An old comrade after all is an old comrade; he quickly rose and said amicably, "Director Sun, you're being too courteous. Anything up?"

Director Sun felt greatly reassured; this young Zheng Ren was still sensible.

"Little Zheng, today in outpatient clinic I encountered a difficult case; could you take a look?" Director Sun said, waving for someone to come in.

Zheng Ren glanced; the person who entered was a Middle-aged Woman in her forties, looking somewhat dazed.

"She underwent a workplace check‑up; when the images were taken, an issue was found. The check‑up center referred her to me for consultation—I've never seen her before; this isn't to have you take a look." Director Sun said with a chuckle.

"Don't say that, just a glance." Zheng Ren said with a smile, and then he saw the patient's diagnosis from the System Panel in the upper right of his field of view—free-floating body in the abdominal cavity.

This term is very obscure; Zheng Ren only has a vague memory of it.

What exactly is a free-floating body in the abdominal cavity? Zheng Ren needs to think carefully to recall it.

If it weren't for the system's existence, Zheng Ren's memory would have made great progress; otherwise he probably would have already forgotten this diagnosis by now.

He casually took the film from the patient's hand and inserted it into the viewer.

In the lower part of the patient's abdominal cavity, near the intestines, there is an approximately 7 cm egg-shaped object. Because the patient is holding an X-ray film, the internal blood vessel structure cannot be seen; only the outline is visible.

The film is simple; a glance is enough, nothing more to see. Zheng Ren pretended to examine the film seriously while trying hard to recall.

A free-floating body in the abdominal cavity may result from inflammation, causing poor blood supply in the abdominal cavity, necrosis of extrabdominal fat tissue, fibrosis and calcification, subsequently forming a white, smooth-surfaced substance that floats free in the abdominal cavity.

Since most people never discover it in their lifetime, its occurrence rate is hard to estimate, and there is no method to prevent it.

Because it is not a malignant disease, doctors do not pay much attention to it; Zheng Ren only vaguely recalls that it was mentioned in case reports from two journals.