Chapter 446: 438 I really can't understand

Gao Shaojie's complexion was a little unsightly.

What Zheng Ren was saying, I really couldn't understand.

As a doctoral graduate of Columbia University Medical Center, as a team‑leading professor at the Sheng Cheng Medical University Affiliated Hospital, not being able to do similar surgery would be forgivable, but I can't even understand what's being said!

This is really too much.

In just a few minutes, Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner had already decided on the surgical plan. The patient had no contraindications and could undergo it tomorrow.

Zheng Ren also looked forward to seeing what a TIPS surgery performed at master‑level interventional standards would be like.

The professor took out a plastic bag containing many postoperative X‑ray films.

He took out a folder from it, which held many sheets covered in German annotations. Professor Rudolf Wagner formally slipped the sheet he had just finished writing into the folder, smoothed it gently, as if cradling his first love's hand.

"Boss, my patient will arrive in a day." Professor Rudolf Wagner suddenly said.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren didn't mind; he was in a hurry to replace Director Pan.

The emergency workload is huge; the old director is nearly seventy, so we can't afford any mishaps if he stays too long.

"Once they arrive, do they just need the usual admission procedures? Do they need a 64‑slice CT three‑dimensional reconstruction?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

"Yeah, routine check. After the exam, we'll do the reconstruction together." Zheng Ren had already stood up.

The professor was especially pleased with Zheng Ren's answer, murmuring something in German under his breath.

Seeing Zheng Ren about to leave, Gao Shaojie panicked.

From morning till now I've been waiting like Cheng Lixue at the door, full of sincerity—but I've only listened for a few minutes of heavenly script?

This won't do.

"Chief Zheng, may I bother you for a few minutes?" Gao Shaojie's tone grew more humble.

In his imagination, he had already replaced Zheng Ren with his own teacher.

"Huh? What's up, Teacher Gao?" Zheng Ren, rushing to the emergency department, turned and asked.

"Chief Zheng, please… don't call me Teacher Gao." Gao Shaojie blushed; he now especially understood Cheng Lixue's feelings. Watching Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner study the films, he stood there like a fool, understanding each sentence but not the whole—this really hurt his self‑esteem.

"Just call me Old Gao." Gao Shaojie sensed a hint of impatience in Zheng Ren's eyes, dropped the title dispute, and said: "I have no background; I listened to you and the professor discuss the films earlier and didn't understand a thing."

He said this while watching Zheng Ren's expression.

Gao Shaojie couldn't believe Zheng Ren was putting on a show with Professor Rudolf Wagner for his benefit.

As a doctor, a surgeon who can perform TIPS surgery and do it beautifully—such a person could name their price even at the Mayo Clinic. Am I fooling myself? Gao Shaojie still had a sense of his own worth; he didn't think he had that value.

If that's not the case, then this is a tremendous opportunity.

Otherwise, why would Professor Rudolf Wagner speak with a thick Northeastern accent? Isn't it just to curry favor with Zheng Ren, this seemingly ordinary inpatient chief?

This is like a carp that has just leapt the Dragon Gate, turned into a dragon but not yet flown to heaven—my fortune over several lifetimes has met him.

If I fail to seize this opportunity, the rest of my life will surely be spent in regret.

"Teacher Gao, this… you understand nuclear magnetic resonance, right?" Zheng Ren mused.

"I do!" Gao Shaojie hurriedly replied.

"Then it's fine. It's actually a rarely used examination. The liver's diffusion‑weighted MRI shows the position of the portal and hepatic veins, then we find their necessary connection." Zheng Ren said: "Understanding nuclear magnetic resonance is best; study the diffusion image, link it to the liver, and you'll probably get it."

Gao Shaojie didn't question Zheng Ren's words; he devoted all his mental power to remembering what Zheng Ren said.

"If anything's still unclear later… for example, this film, we can discuss it a bit later." Zheng Ren said this and took out his phone.

"Director Sun, the patient is Lin Peisen, right?"

"Hmm, confirm. I've looked at the films; tomorrow morning they'll fast from water, and I'll send over the surgical order on my end."

"All right, I'll have Su Yun handle the preoperative briefing on that side. But you must tell the family that TIPS surgery carries huge risks."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up, left the office, and headed straight for the emergency department.

Gao Shaojie watched Zheng Ren's back, but his mind was chewing over what he had just said.

"Wang Qiang, go get my notebook from the car." Gao Shaojie stood there for over ten minutes, then suddenly said.

Gao Shaojie belongs to the academic school; he pays close attention to accumulating patient data. His notebook contains years' worth of relevant images and other information.

But that's still not enough.

He plans to ask all familiar classmates and teachers for help. He must master everything Zheng Ren said in the shortest time possible!

Definitely!

……

When Zheng Ren worked in general surgery, he had held many outpatient clinics.

Whether it was a regular clinic or a specialist clinic he was covering for Director Liu, it was always packed.

The intensity of emergency work is a bit higher than outpatient work, but still within an acceptable range.

Moreover, with the system's "Big Pig Trotter" boost, Zheng Ren felt he was practically made for sitting in the emergency department, even though he still preferred doing surgery.

But it's so busy here that he has no time to send WeChat messages to Xie Yiren, nor time to read books to boost skill points.

At noon, Zheng Ren ordered a plate of dumplings.

Dumplings are the most suitable food for the emergency department.

First, they're simple—one dumpling is one dumpling. While eating, when someone in the hallway shouts "Doctor," you can pop a dumpling in your mouth and go see a patient.

This way, there's no feeling of being interrupted while eating a meal.

Second, dumplings can be eaten cold; if your stomach is off, you can scald them with boiling water and keep eating, with none of the greasy feeling that comes when other food gets cold.

However, with a plate of chive‑and‑egg dumplings, Zheng Ren ate four servings before barely finishing it off in bits and starts.

Director Pan tried several times to take Zheng Ren's place, but each time Zheng Ren drove him away.

What a joke—the old director is nearly seventy; emergency‑room sitting work isn't easy. Let the old director just act as a ballast; the rest should be left to younger doctors.

Busy all the way, time flew by.

A plate of dumplings lasted until three in the afternoon, almost merging with dinner.

Just finished eating, the sound of the Emergency Rescue Service vehicle came from afar, and soon the sound of the stretcher was heard.

"Internal medicine, surgery?!" The surgeon, not exactly busy, stood in the hallway and shouted.

"Come on!" the Emergency Rescue Service doctor shouted.

Zheng Ren's buttocks seemed to have a spring installed, it sprang up, and he hurriedly ran toward the Emergency Resuscitation Room.