Chapter 450: 442 Free Flying Daggers

"Then you take over for a while." Zheng Ren said.

"Go on, go on." Su Yun stubbed out the cigarette, shoved the lighter into the cigarette pack, handed it to Zheng Ren, and said: "Boss, you're supposed to be someone skilled at TIPS surgery, yet you still smoke Zi Yun— isn't that embarrassing?"

"You say, if I ever go to receive the Nobel Prize, everyone else smokes cigars, I smoke Zi Yun— wouldn't that be especially cool?" Zheng Ren laughed and turned to leave.

Su Yun's mind conjured up that…… weird image.

But it's indeed as Zheng Ren said— full of pretentiousness.

Putting on an act essentially uses contrast to boost charm. But it's best to actually be skilled, because everyone's watching; the operating table is a place to show off, and also a place to embarrass oneself.

The key is, the boss really is damn good at it.

This guy, Su Yun shook his head, the black hair in front of his forehead swaying.

……

……

Zheng Ren returned to the Emergency Ward office; the professor had already left, not waiting for Zheng Ren as Su Yun had said.

Gao Shaojie propped up his notebook on the desk in the far corner, working hard without rest or food. Wang Qiang sat behind him with a dazed expression, already half-asleep.

"Teacher Gao, are you busy? If there's any problem, let's speak quickly—I still have to go on duty downstairs." Zheng Ren entered the room and first greeted them.

Today I'm swamped to death, and Zheng Ren can't be bothered with subtlety. He usually isn't either, but he's never been this blunt.

Gao Shaojie was immersed in researching magnetic resonance diffusion images, so absorbed he forgot where he was.

Hearing someone call him, he hadn't even caught the rest of the words before lifting his head, his face displeased.

But the moment he saw Zheng Ren, he was startled for an instant and immediately stood up.

His movement was so violent that the chair struck Wang Qiang behind him, yet Gao Shaojie didn't even notice.

"Chief Zheng, you're back." Gao Shaojie's words were filled with boundless delight.

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded, went straight to another computer, turned on the screen, opened the imaging workstation, and found Lin Peisen's liver diffusion MRI.

"If there's anything you don't understand, just say it." Zheng Ren said.

Wang Qiang stood in the back corner, gently rubbing his wrist that had been bumped, his face grim.

Gao Shaojie was researching diffusion MRI, and Wang Qiang knew that.

Wang Qiang also had a formal background, so how could he not understand diffusion MRI? Yet he was completely at a loss as to how to use diffusion images to determine the relationship between the hepatic vein and the portal vein.

He was somewhat dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's attitude, but couldn't complain.

Even though they're younger, their rank is merely Inpatient Chief— yet they're young people who can perform TIPS surgery, an Inpatient Chief who can perform TIPS surgery.

No matter what, as long as you can do TIPS surgery, it's……

Wang Qiang sighed inwardly, watching Teacher Gao's waist bend involuntarily, and felt an indescribable emotion.

How proud Teacher Gao is— you couldn't tell at first contact.

But after prolonged contact, you'd realize it's not arrogance, it's proud integrity.

And now, that resolute iron backbone has turned into soft silk wound around a finger.

Gao Shaojie bent at the waist, stood beside Zheng Ren, stared intently at the screen, and still held a sheet of A4 paper covered with questions to consult Zheng Ren.

Wang Qiang was highly doubtful: if Gao Shaojie kept that posture for an hour, would he end up hospitalized straight away from a lumbar disc protrusion?

He wanted to listen closely to what Zheng Ren and Teacher Gao were saying, but it was all specialized jargon about magnetic resonance; he even doubted that even a Philips engineer coming over would be damned able to understand what Zheng Ren and Teacher Gao were saying.

It's just surgery— do we really need to study it this deeply?

He silently watched Gao Shaojie; due to the angle, he could only see half of his face. The images on the screen kept switching, and the light reflected on Gao Shaojie's face kept changing.

So earnest, so resolute.

I must grit my teeth and persevere; I definitely can't give up this great opportunity like Cheng Lixue, that coward.

Wang Qiang secretly cheered himself up in his heart.

Even if I don't understand, I still have to serve tea and water. Teacher Gao will learn it, then bit by bit teach me. Wang Qiang believes Gao Shaojie definitely won't keep secrets from him.

It's not because I'm special; it's that I've been accompanying him throughout the whole process of learning TIPS surgery.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiang's expression softened.

What the hell is this annual meeting, making Teacher Gao lower his stance like a student, earnestly seeking advice— do I really need to tough it out?

Time passed bit by bit, and Gao Shaojie's confusion faded while his excitement grew.

Half an hour……

One hour……

"That's enough for now." Finally Zheng Ren said: "Teacher Gao, you can refer to Lin Peisen's images; tomorrow's surgical approach can serve as the first reference."

"Yes, yes." Gao Shaojie repeatedly agreed.

"Then I'm going on emergency duty; you should head back to rest early, and we'll do the surgery tomorrow morning." Zheng Ren said.

Only then did Gao Shaojie straighten his waist, his vertebrae emitting a series of clicks.

I go…… my old waist, how did I forget about it?

Wang Qiang hurriedly supported Gao Shaojie, lest he collapse from the strain.

"Chief Zheng, I'll go back and ponder some more; I estimate tomorrow there'll still be things I don't understand that I'll need to bother you with." Gao Shaojie said, one hand supporting his waist, respectfully.

"Nothing troublesome." Zheng Ren glanced at Gao Shaojie and asked: "Sheng Cheng, how many patients need TIPS surgery?"

Gao Shaojie had still been pondering how to issue an invitation to Zheng Ren.

He hadn't expected Zheng Ren to proactively ask him about this.

Opportunity must not be missed; Gao Shaojie endured the waist pain and hurriedly said: "Chief Zheng, around 300 cases a year are definitely possible. But……"

"Hmm?" Zheng Ren stared at Gao Shaojie: "But what?"

Unconsciously, Zheng Ren's tone and the aura he exuded already had the flavor of an old-school big shot.

Gao Shaojie hurriedly said: "Chief Zheng, I especially hope you'll come to Sheng Cheng to perform TIPS surgery. But regarding the cost, there might be a small problem."

Zheng Ren now has basically achieved subsistence, has little concept of money, and his whole mind is focused on how to complete the task given by Big Pig Trotter.

Seeing Zheng Ren staring at him with a blank expression, Gao Shaojie felt a bit uneasy.

"Chief Zheng, you also know, if I were to tell the patients in Sheng Cheng to ask a professor from Hai Cheng to come perform surgery… I estimate not a single person would stay." Gao Shaojie spoke frankly, "However, regarding the fees, I will give you all the surgery fees, and I can also apply to the hospital under the name of new technology."

"Not needed." Zheng Ren shook his head, smiling: "No need for money, you just need to prepare the patients. One time, prepare ten sets, I'll go over immediately. But time, the sooner the better."

Having said that, Zheng Ren turned and left, "Teacher Gao, go back and rest well, I'm going on duty in the Emergency Department."

Gao Shaojie was stunned.

Making Flying Knives, not seeking money—what else could one ask for?

Chief Zheng also demanded time—could it be that he wants to undertake a huge research project and now lacks patients?

His own level is still too low; Gao Shaojie suddenly grasped the point, and his mind felt suddenly clear.