Chapter 397

Shou Bing continues.

Originally, there should have been constant setbacks; each success would make the Observation Platform crowd's hearts surge with excitement, but the TIPS Surgery in the hands of Zheng Renhe and Professor Rudolf Wagner became very boring.

It was smooth sailing, with not a single Shou Bing puncture failing.

Under Zheng Ren, the TIPS Surgery seemed as simple as a B-ultrasound-guided puncture of hepatic renal cysts, this kind of Shou Bing, even giving people the illusion that what he did couldn't be counted as Shou Bing, merely an operation.

Each case took half an hour, rigorous like a machine; regardless of changes in the Shou Bing approach, regardless of changes in the patient's condition, the Shou Bing timing was controlled perfectly.

In the operating area, Director Ren, Director Zhang, and the others all looked numb.

This is a gap like a deep mountain valley, enough to make one despair.

After the last Shou Bing ended, on Zheng Ren's mission panel, the Main Line Quest—Pearl on the Crown's Ming pearl second stage, the completion degree had already become 9/10.

One more case needed to be completed; Zheng Ren felt somewhat relieved, yet also anticipatory.

Radiofrequency ablation, the Shou Bing's effect equaled a cure for liver cancer; for Zheng Ren, it was still especially attractive.

Just a little short, it's really a pity.

Zheng Ren went to the changing room, took off the lead clothing, placed it into the System Space, then came to the operating area.

In the operating area, several gazes fell on Zheng Ren; the chubby guy's foot twitched, but he forcibly restrained himself.

A silence fell.

Zheng Ren felt it strange; why weren't they speaking?

After a few seconds, Dean Ren said sincerely: "Chief Zheng, impressive!"

As Dean Ren's words rang out, it was as if a warm Pacific current flowed into the Arctic Ocean, a massive iceberg instantly melted, and the Operating Room filled with enthusiastic praise.

"All good, all good." Zheng Ren smiled.

"Chief Zheng, what do you like to eat?" the chubby guy appeared timely beside Zheng Ren and asked softly.

"Anything is fine, I'm easygoing." Zheng Ren said.

Earlier Dean Ren said, in the Evening we'll have a meal. Zheng Ren feels indifferent about eating, but since the dean warmly invited, outright refusing would not be good.

Moreover, Eryuan Hospital this time invited me to perform Shou Bing, showing full sincerity.

Each patient had indications for Shou Bing, but none were severe enough to Impact Shou Bing as a contraindication.

This shows that Eryuan's handling of TIPS Surgery is very conscientious, not randomly picking patients.

Zheng Ren is aware of this favor. Although Eryuan's original intention was to leave a mark in its history.

"Chief Zheng, at your age you can perform TIPS Surgery to this extent, making us old-timers really envious." Dean Ren said with a smile.

"Just coincidence, just coincidence." Zheng Ren said dryly.

Really not knowing how to respond, Zheng Ren could only use empty words to placate Dean Ren.

Dean Zhang had slightly more contact with Zheng Ren, understood him a bit, knowing that Chief Zheng, whose skill is quite high, is not good at socializing, so he stepped in to ease the situation.

The atmosphere was very well moderated by Dean Zhang; if his Shou Bing had half as much social ability, Eryuan would probably have already launched TIPS Surgery on its own.

After the professor stepped down, another round of flattery ensued.

The chubby guy had booked the restaurant, but Zheng Ren persisted in wanting to check the post-operative patients.

Because... it's a habit.

Discovering problems and solving them early is always much better than letting the disease become terminal.

Since we're all in the medical field, everyone has no objections to Zheng Ren's Persistence.

This is a performance of being conscientious and responsible; nobody wants to associate with the kind of doctor who talks nonsense offstage and then botches Shou Bing onstage.

The post-operative patients' conditions were stable, and the diagnosis shown on the System Panel was crystal clear.

Because of the existence of a second recoverable stent, the Vein blood volume that bypasses hepatic metabolism was controlled, so hepatic encephalopathy complications did occur, but they were not severe.

Each patient was receiving an intravenous drip of aspartate-ornithine-like drugs for the treatment and prevention of hepatic encephalopathy.

Zheng Ren also quite approved of Eryuan's displayed professional standard; after looking around, he went with everyone to a nearby restaurant to eat.

This is a farmhouse estate, but the food is still distinctive; many wild game dishes unavailable elsewhere are available here.

Venison, swan meat, goose meat—each has its own preparation and flavor.

Looking at the table full of diverse dishes, seeing everyone frequently exchanging cups, watching Professor Rudolf Wagner conform to local customs and start drinking baijiu, Zheng Ren felt quite lonely.

The more people, the livelier, the lonelier it feels.

Sigh... if only Xiao Yi Ren were here. Although she wouldn't be the life of the party at the dinner table, being able to see her eyes sparkling as she tastes various strange dishes would already make me happy.

Now that we've held hands, can I start serving her dishes?

Zheng Ren's thoughts unknowingly wandered to the clouds, through folded space arriving at Xie Yiren's side.

"Chief Zheng, there's something I still need to trouble you with." Dean Zhang held his wine cup and approached Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren jumped in surprise; is this forcing me to drink alcohol?

I can't drink alcohol; with just one cup, Zheng Ren doubts whether he'd vomit directly onto the table.

Seeing Zheng Ren's expression change, Dean Zhang, perceptive as ever, guessed his thought and chuckled: "Chief Zheng has good habits, doesn't drink alcohol. Drinking too much makes your hands shake when performing Shou Bing, which indeed isn't a good habit. Chief Zheng's self-discipline is admirable; no wonder he's so young and can already perform TIPS Surgery."

Upon hearing that it wasn't forcing him to drink alcohol, Zheng Ren's heart eased.

"Dean Zhang, don't be polite, just say what you need." Zheng Ren had a good impression of Dean Zhang, and his speech was also more Relaxation.

"Your TIPS Surgery is really awesome." Saying that, Dean Zhang clenched his right fist, made a simple gesture, which frankly made Zheng Ren feel embarrassed.

"Hahaha, you're younger than me; I'll call you younger brother, old brother, is that too abrupt?" Dean Zhang put his arm around Zheng Ren's shoulders, enthusiastic as if they were long-lost biological brothers.

"Uh... it's fine, it's fine." Zheng Ren's forehead already broke out in a little cold sweat.

"Younger brother, your Shou Bing is awesome, just awesome; nobody can say no to that." Dean Zhang said: "Old brother I have a dream, which is to perform TIPS Surgery. I'm now old, can't do it myself, but I still hope someone in Eryuan can do it."

"I have a dream," Zheng Ren instantly went into acting, as if being hugged by that black person, covered in goosebumps.

"Younger brother, you must help me with this." Dean Zhang gripped Zheng Ren's arm tightly; Zheng Ren felt helpless.

"It's fine, it's fine, actually it's quite simple." Zheng Ren hurriedly said: "Anyone with a bit of foundation can learn it. But……"

Don't worry, just tell me anything, big brother. Dean Zhang said enthusiastically, taking advantage of the drink.

You need to listen, I'm busy on my end, I estimate there won't be much time for giving lessons.

Okay, I'll find you someone who can take a beating; if they don't listen, just beat them straight away.

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