Chapter 374: 367 Dedication Spirit

"Just ask and you'll know." Director Xia didn't think much, nor was he seeking Dean Zhang's opinion, and shouted in the Operating Room hallway: "Chief Zheng, come here."

"Wait a moment." Zheng Ren's voice came from the changing room.

"Ah, why are you in such a hurry?" Dean Zhang anxiously said: "What if Chief Zheng quotes a high price, what then?"

Dean Zhang's worry made sense; once Zheng Ren named a price, there would be no room for negotiation.

At Eryuan, either accept it or regretfully say no.

If the price exceeds five thousand yuan……the rich would have already gone to Sheng Cheng, Di Du, or Modu for TIPS Surgery; who would stay at Eryuan?

Dean Zhang sighed.

"What's the matter, Director Xia?" Zheng Ren had changed his clothes, put on a white coat, and strode out.

"Dean Zhang wants to ask you, to invite you to Eryuan to perform TIPS Surgery, how much is the expert fee per surgery?" Director Xia casually said.

"Expert fee?" Zheng Ren was unfamiliar with this, belonging to the type who had no idea.

Before, who gave Zheng Ren an expert fee?

Moreover, Zheng Ren belonged to the type for whom money was useless.

Living his own life, whether he had much or little money, he had grown accustomed to it. Hundreds of Thousands of Yuan, to Xie Yiren's parents, made no difference whether they had it or not.

"Please undergo surgery, but an expert consultation fee is still required; otherwise it wouldn't reflect the technical content, nor show respect for technical personnel." Dean Zhang chose his words carefully, saying cautiously: "But for patients who can come to Eryuan for treatment, their family conditions……"

Unconsciously, Dean Zhang's address to Zheng Ren had already switched to "you" (formal).

"It's fine." Zheng Ren smiled, showing a small white tooth: "Whether money is much or little makes no difference, but we must do good preoperative communication with the patient; the risks of TIPS Surgery are still considerable."

This was difficult; Dean Zhang, old and scheming, knew that saying "it doesn't matter" actually implied it did, and he cared a lot.

Someone like him, who had sat in government offices for over a decade, naturally wouldn't take polite words seriously.

With a bitter face, Dean Zhang directly gave his bottom line: "Chief Zheng, how about 5000 yuan per surgery?"

"Sure, just send me the patient's images before surgery, and make sure there are no surgical contraindications." Zheng Ren said indifferently: "If conditions are truly difficult, no expert fee is needed. Going to Eryuan isn't far either."

Dean Zhang was stunned.

Is what Chief Zheng said true or false?

Now they're asking the professor to come do surgery, and someone actually doesn't want money? Isn't that nonsense?

But Chief Zheng is right before us, his sincere smile and honest eyes silently saying he's telling the truth.

"Rest assured, rest assured, if the patient's family has difficulties, I still have some funds here that can be subsidized from the hospital side. Five thousand yuan per patient will definitely not be lacking from you." Dean Zhang instinctively seized the moment, making this concrete.

Director Xia pursed his lips.

Zheng Ren smiled and said: "You handle the arrangements; be sure to pay attention to surgical safety, make preoperative examinations as complete as possible. Again, emphasize that the risks of TIPS Surgery are still considerable, and you must fully communicate with the patient's family."

The risks of TIPS Surgery are large—need we say it? Dean Zhang knew it clearly in his mind; what he thought and what Zheng Ren thought were completely different.

"Chief Zheng, if you go to Eryuan for surgery, will you go yourself or bring an assistant?" Dean Zhang asked quietly.

"I should bring an assistant." Zheng Ren said indifferently: "With Professor Rudolf as a free laborer, why not bring him along?"

"……" Dean Zhang's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

Bringing Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg University to do surgery……how much expert fee would that cost?

Seeing Dean Zhang's bitter-gourd face, Zheng Ren immediately understood and said with a cheerful laugh: "It's fine, the professor doesn't need an expert fee."

"……" Dean Zhang still had nothing to say.

Things went more smoothly than expected, but Dean Zhang just felt something was off.

"By the way, can your side do liver Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Yes, we can." Dean Zhang nodded eagerly.

"Before surgery, I need liver Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion images. If they're done, have someone send them over; I'll take a look. Anyway, it's not far, so please trouble Dean Zhang." Zheng Ren said that, greeted Director Xia, and turned back to the operating area.

"Old Zhang, look, this is so convenient." Director Xia said: "If you say you've been in government a long time, why do you have so many thoughts."

Dean Zhang gave a wry smile; perhaps Old Xia had a point? This little Zheng is quite pure.

Wait, preoperative liver Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion?

Doing diffusion for nothing? Liver is usually examined with enhanced Nuclear Magnetic Resonance or 64-slice CT; why would he look at diffusion images? It's not neurosurgery.

Just realizing this, Zheng Ren's receding figure had already disappeared from Dean Zhang's field of view.

Still need to ask; this time I must not zone out.

Dean Zhang asked Director Xia for a pen and a few sheets of paper, hurried to the operating area, and asked: "Chief Zheng, you just said the patient needs liver Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion before surgery; is there anything else needed?"

He didn't question Zheng Ren's statement, just carefully confirmed again.

"Routine blood draws are needed; nothing more is required. Confirm the patient has no cerebrovascular surgical risks, hold consultations as needed. Also tell the family that TIPS Surgery carries considerable surgical risk, with a relatively high mortality rate; proceed only if they can accept it."

There's nothing special; the only special examination is liver Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion.

Dean Zhang nodded, wrote down what Zheng Ren said on paper, carefully folded it, and put it in his pocket.

This is at least the basic respect for the professor; Dean Zhang understood it this way.

This trick works everywhere in Sheng Cheng; imagine, no professor would want to repeat himself over and over.

Proper respect won't make people look down on you; it will bring the two closer.

At this moment, postoperative puncture point compression had ended; the professor helped lift the patient onto a cart, removed the Sterile surgical gown, and walked out.

"Fugui'er, there are still some patients needing TIPS Surgery in a few days." Zheng Ren said.

"Do it, the more the better." Professor Rudolf Wagner said: "Preoperative examinations must be strict; don't just rush onto the stage."

Dean Zhang heard the familiar Dong Bei accent, tears streaming down his face.

"Fees, do you have any opinions?" Zheng Ren asked: "Eryuan gives 5000 yuan per surgery."

"650 Ou?" Professor Rudolf Wagner calculated extremely fast, instantly converting 5000 RMB to euros.

"About right."

"I don't need it." Professor Rudolf said.

「Let's give you a point. 」Zheng Ren said.

「Boss, I'm in Heidelberg, the Shou Bing's Shou Bing fee for each Shou Bing is between 15000-20000 Ou, pre-book Shou Bing, just filling out a letter of intent costs 5000 Ou. 650 Ou, and you still want to split it? 」Professor said bewilderedly: 「Is this what you call dedication spirit? 」.