Chapter 434: 426 I Won

Hai Cheng, City First Hospital, Jizhen Da Lou, Operating Room.

Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner were performing percutaneous arterial embolization; the surgery went very smoothly.

Su Yun was still as lazy as ever, but his eyes remained fixed on the screen without blinking, carrying a hint of unusual spirit.

Gao Shaojie stood from the interventional surgery suite all the way to the CT suite, his expression growing increasingly solemn and serious.

Because his skill was sufficient, he could see things deeper than the doctors at City Second Hospital.

The operator was awesome, the assistant was awesome, the surgery was naturally awesome.

But describing it only as awesome is absolutely insufficient.

He searched his memory of watching top international professors operate during his time studying at Columbia University Medical Center.

Comparing it with this surgery before him, he examined every angle repeatedly.

Finally, he arrived at a startling conclusion.

Hai Cheng, City First Hospital—the standard of this liver cancer interventional treatment surgery far exceeds that of Columbia University Medical Center.

At first, Gao Shaojie could not believe or accept this no matter what.

He came up with countless possibilities to defend the Columbia University teachers and professors, wanting to guard the pride deep within his heart.

But…

Anyone with a bit of sense and sufficient skill could see that the surgery in the operating room far surpassed Columbia University Medical Center's standard.

Damn it!

Gao Shaojie cursed under his breath, not at the person performing the surgery, but venting his own inner confusion.

Is this Hai Cheng or the Mayo Clinic?

If it were the Mayo Clinic, he would readily accept this fact.

After all, being number one in the world isn't just an empty title.

But this is Hai Cheng, and he was invited by another hospital to perform the surgery.

Yet he never expected to encounter such an awesome surgery here.

Four external tumor-feeding vessels, each embolization extremely difficult. In Gao Shaojie's view, if they were to do radiofrequency ablation next, there would be no need to embolize; simply dabbing a little iodized oil for positioning would suffice.

But the young operator saw it differently, firmly insisting on embolizing all the feeding vessels of the tumor tissue.

No matter how tortuous the vessels, they seemed utterly insignificant before him.

The young operator maneuvered a domestic, slightly stiff guidewire with poor feel, advancing continuously—performing angiography, super‑selective catheterization, drug injection, and embolization in one seamless flow.

Gao Shaojie watched, mouth agape.

If it happened only once, perhaps it was just luck.

But all four external tumor-feeding vessels were so smooth, each presenting no difficulty at all.

This surgery was just damn awesome!

Gao Shaojie's facial expression remained calm, yet his inner self was churning with tremendous waves.

Soon the tumor embolization finished; they pushed the patient on a gurney to the CT room to prepare for radiofrequency ablation.

Wang Qiang's expression beside them was uncertain and changeable.

Su Yun, Chu Yanran, and Xie Yiren went to help push the patient, leaving the operating suite empty.

Wang Qiang then whispered, "Teacher Gao, I feel the surgery here is… just… very simple."

He racked his brains but could only come up with the adjective "very simple."

Besides "very simple," what else could he say? That it was so awesome? If Teacher Gao didn't think that, wouldn't he be slapping Teacher Gao's face?

Wang Qiang was counting on clinging to Gao Shaojie's thigh for support; if any surgery ran into trouble, a phone call would bring Gao Shaojie from the provincial capital to rescue him—usually within two hours, most surgeries pose no problem.

So he chose that somewhat laughable word.

"Not simple." Gao Shaojie sighed, didn't continue explaining to Wang Qiang, but took out his phone, dialed a number.

"Tell the department I've picked up a minor injury in Hai Cheng and can't return for now."

"No problem, just a small thing—I twisted my ankle. The experts won't find anything tomorrow. Well, I won't be doing surgery this week or next. If you want to go back home, go ahead."

"Alright, that's it, hanging up."

Hearing Gao Shaojie's words, Wang Qiang froze.

In the provincial capital, at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, how have the team‑leading directors been juggling bed numbers, patient numbers, and surgery volume?

To put it bluntly, they've almost knocked their brains out.

What do bed numbers mean?

Patient count, surgery count, department status, how much money they make.

How many team‑leading professors, each with one outpatient day per week. That day they admit patients, fill the beds, then next week perform surgery, discharge patients, and repeat.

Even before the New Year, when the department's doctors are on leave and graduate students and researchers go home for the holiday, the team‑leading professors still refuse to give up.

Through connections, they find people to help, keeping work going all the way up to New Year's Eve.

Wang Qiang is exactly that kind of person.

Being close to the provincial capital, a phone call gets him there when needed.

If the medical world had sects, Wang Qiang would already have hitched himself to Gao Shaojie's war chariot, the label especially obvious.

What on earth happened? Why aren't they admitting patients or performing surgeries?

Wang Qiang was completely dazed.

Gao Shaojie didn't bother explaining to Wang Qiang either; he simply asked for leave without hesitation. Those so‑called costs, in the face of this surgery and the TIPS surgery at the Second Hospital, are nothing but clouds.

His surgical skill has already reached his personal limit, making further breakthrough very difficult.

But today, a TIPS procedure and a liver cancer interventional embolization have opened his eyes, letting him faintly glimpse a higher realm.

Gao Shaojie followed behind Zheng Ren, step for step.

He didn't ask Zheng Ren about the Shou Bing details, because the Shou Bing wasn't finished yet; he estimated Zheng Ren's mind was full of all the details of the Radiofrequency ablation about to be done.

Asking now would just be making trouble for himself.

Soon, they arrived at the CT Shi, and several people lifted Zheng Yunxia onto the CT examination bed.

Where is the CT Shi doctor?

Afterwards, Gao Shaojie saw Su Yun sitting in front of the machine, starting to fiddle with it.

Oh, this guy is actually a technician, an operator, no wonder he speaks so harshly.

In an instant, Gao Shaojie understood.

No vested interests, couldn't make much money, Rise hopeless, just getting by day after day… these labels were all slapped onto Su Yun at once.

He's actually quite good-looking; being an operator is not as good as going on a talent show.

Gao Shaojie could be certain that this extremely beautiful "operator" would likely become famous overnight if he went on a talent show.

Isn't that much better than being an operator here?

But that wasn't his concern; his attention then shifted to Zheng Ren.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was busy back and forth, but Zheng Ren was just looking at the films in front of the viewbox.

One, it was a slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction.

One, it was the film of the just-performed Interventional embolization.

The two films were being compared against each other.

Gao Shaojie was curious about what kind of Radiofrequency ablation this young operator would perform.