Chapter 429: with translation of chapter title

"Oh, after interventional embolization we immediately do radiofrequency ablation; the iodized oil doesn't leak, and the effect will be better." Zheng Ren said lightly.

This is the experience from 3000 cases of radiofrequency ablation that told Zheng Ren; of course, this "small" experience point is just one of them.

"Chief Zheng, greetings, let me introduce myself." Gao Shaojie faced Zheng Ren calmly, lowering his posture slightly.

In front of a strong person, putting on a high posture is courting death.

Gao Shaojie is not that kind of person; he belongs to the type who knows his limits, and he is full of curiosity toward Zheng Ren.

"You are……"

"I am the Deputy Chief of the Intervention Department at Sheng Cheng Medical University Affiliated Hospital, Gao Shaojie." After saying that, Gao Shaojie proactively reached out his hand, looking into Zheng Ren's eyes.

Zheng Ren's eyes were full of doubt.

Do I know this person? From what he said, it seems like our first contact—Sheng Cheng? Medical University Affiliated Hospital? Intervention Department?

While thinking, Zheng Ren also reached out his hand and shook Gao Shaojie's.

"Your TIPS surgery is truly commendable." Gao Shaojie did not hide his praise, nor did he feel that as the Deputy Chief of the Intervention Department of Sheng Cheng, he should be ashamed to be inferior to a young doctor.

His technical level is there; it's just stating the facts, nothing to be ashamed of.

"It's fine, it's fine." Zheng Ren replied woodenly.

"I am a bit curious and have a presumptuous request; please don't mind, Chief Zheng. Later, may I go watch you perform the radiofrequency ablation?" Gao Shaojie is not good at pleasantries; he speaks directly—everyone is busy, no one has time for small talk.

"No problem." Zheng Ren smiled.

On that side, Professor Rudolf Wagner had already sent the patient onto a gurney and began the preoperative preparation for stent removal.

Disinfection, laying sterile drapes.

"Boss, this mess is over!" Soon the professor shouted in the operating area.

"Coming!" Zheng Ren replied, smiling at everyone in the operating area, then turned and entered the operating room.

The nurses came out of the operating area, and the lead door closed slowly again.

Gao Shaojie originally expected to be rejected by Zheng Ren; in his view, every novel surgical achievement is precious. That means academic status, means vast amounts of money, means……

It represents too much, yet this young doctor actually agreed without caring.

Although he said he wanted to go watch the radiofrequency ablation, the subtext is that Gao Shaojie does not believe that this young doctor in front of him fails to understand.

Gao Shaojie fell silent.

A hundred thousand whys churned in his mind, and soon the image of retrieving a recoverable stent appeared before his eyes.

In the narrow channel, the recoverable stent was pulled out along the guidewire, completely without difficulty.

After becoming accustomed to surprise, Gao Shaojie remained silent; unconsciously, his hands twitched slightly, as if the person standing at the operating table were him.

But no matter how he maneuvered in the virtual operation, many positions could not avoid damaging the patient's liver.

This is a matter of technique, not cognition.

Some people are naturally dexterous; in cramped, narrow spaces they can maneuver and produce myriad variations.

This Chief Zheng is exactly such a person.

Comparative psychology? It doesn't exist at all. Anyone who can understand what Zheng Ren is doing counts as an expert.

As for repeated operations, that is merely a beautiful dream.

The speed of stent removal is a bit faster than performing TIPS surgery, but not by much.

After all, most of the time is spent laying drapes, disinfecting, and puncturing.

"Teacher Gao, what are you doing here?" Gao Shaojie was intently watching the images, simulating the operation, when Wang Qiang's voice came from beside him.

When one is fully focused, the worst thing is someone suddenly speaking.

Gao Shaojie was startled, really a jolt; his whole body trembled, as if he had seen a ghost.

Wang Qiang was also startled; he hurriedly apologized, "Teacher Gao, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to……"

"Uh……" Gao Shaojie indeed felt a bit displeased inside.

Just now he had entered a mysterious state, seeming to gain some insight; but being disturbed by Wang Qiang, he could no longer grasp the threshold of that realm.

"Teacher Gao, this is……" Wang Qiang peered inside a little and asked softly.

"The doctors at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan are performing the second-stage stent retrieval in TIPS surgery." Gao Shaojie said.

"How is it going?" Wang Qiang was somewhat surprised; stent retrieval was also something he had never heard of before.

"Exceptionally good; it's the best TIPS surgery I've ever seen." Gao Shaojie said softly: "Globally, the number of people who dare to retrieve TIPS surgery stents can be counted on one hand. Possibly two of them are right here in the operating room."

"Uh…… This evaluation is too high, isn't it?"

"Teacher Gao……" Wang Qiang felt his mouth dry, swallowed hard, but his mouth remained parched, nothing in it.

"Hmm?"

"The German professor, is his skill really that high?"

"When did I say German professor?" Gao Shaojie wondered; after a moment he realized Wang Qiang had misunderstood, and said: "That doctor at City First Hospital definitely has world‑top‑level skill; as for that foreign assistant, I haven't seen him operate, so I don't know the situation. But just from observing his assisting technique, his surgery surely won't be bad either."

So that's……

So that's how it is!

Wang Qiang craned his neck to look inside through the lead glass.

"There's nothing to see; you wouldn't understand even if you looked." Gao Shaojie disliked Wang Qiang blocking his view, so he spoke frankly: "Later, Chief Zheng will go back to perform a radiofrequency ablation after interventional embolization; let's follow and watch."

"This…… okay? Teacher Gao?"

"What's wrong with learning a skill? Don't cling shamelessly; who owes you, rushing to teach you surgery?" Gao Shaojie was quite candid, his thoughts clear.

What Gao Shaojie said was right, but Wang Qiang still couldn't bring himself to let go of his pride.

Living in such a small place as Haicheng, if someday Haicheng holds an annual meeting and we see the Inpatient Chief of City First Hospital, we would have to rush to call him Teacher; no matter how you think about it, that feels wrong.

"You there." Gao Shaojie glanced at Wang Qiang's face, shook his head, and said: "Your foundation is not bad, quite solid. But do you know why you still can't learn to perform TIPS surgery?"

Wang Qiang stared for a moment.

"You care too much about face." Gao Shaojie said while looking at the screen: "At Medical University Affiliated Hospital, if I were you, no matter who does TIPS Surgery, I have to go and watch; if I could get on stage, that would be best. How can you learn if you're not thick-skinned? Do you think you're a genius who gets it just by looking? Most people's skills aren't fed by sheer volume of surgeries."

Gao Shaojie's words were like an awakening, making Wang Qiang realize.

"Teacher Gao, I was wrong." Wang Qiang quickly admitted softly, "I'll go check on the post-op patients of TIPS Surgery, tell them the precautions, and then go together to City First Hospital."

Having said that, Wang Qiang left the Operating Room and got busy.