Chapter 461: with translation of chapter title

453 Doctor, my mom isn't easy.

"Chief Zheng, thank you." Gao Shaojie spoke in a very soft voice, but he was especially sincere.

In Zheng Ren Gang's words, that selfless spirit made Gao Shaojie feel especially insignificant.

"Teacher Gao, you're being too polite." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "You're in the provincial capital; you'll definitely not be short of opportunities in the future."

"Chief Zheng, you're being too polite." Gao Shaojie didn't make any grand promises.

He realized that if Zheng Ren personally taught him how to perform TIPS surgery, then aside from lacking the formal title of master and disciple, their actual master-disciple relationship would be solid.

He kept these words to himself; there was no need to say them.

Those who speak the most passionately and heroically are the first to lose courage when faced with difficulties.

Chang Yue finished recording the patient's medical history, then ordered a 64-slice CT scan; Zheng Ren and the others took the patient for the examination.

The patient is an 82-year-old man of Slavic ethnicity, suffering from heart disease, hypertension, diabetes, and a range of other age-related ailments, all quite serious.

The patient prepared by Professor Rudolf Wagner closely matches the indications for prostate embolization surgery.

Patients like this cannot fly.

A change in air pressure could directly cause death in patients with hypertension or heart disease.

Therefore, no matter how anxious Professor Rudolf Wagner may be, he can only have the patient take a train across the entire Eurasian continent to Hai Cheng, this remote eastern small town, to receive treatment.

Oliver pushed the wheelchair, carefully following among a crowd.

He looked around curiously.

Originally, Oliver kept complaining about bringing an aging patient—so old that even the god of death would start smiling at him—to the East for surgery.

This is definitely a brainless decision made by Professor Rudolf in a fit of passion.

Hmm, he only dared to think that in his heart, but didn't dare say it out loud.

Don't look at Professor Rudolf Wagner's usual artistic aura; his violin playing is already at a professional level. But at the Heidelberg medical center, if things don't go his way, he roars like a lion, and no one dares to provoke him.

But after arriving in the East and reaching this small city, Oliver discovered that his entire cognition had been overturned.

That hot-tempered professor seemed not to exist… yet he did, only when facing that group of Easterners did his temper become especially good, full of pleasure and ease, even with a hint of… fawning?

Really strange, this isn't the Mayo Clinic, why would Professor Rudolf Wagner be like this?

Even if it were the Mayo Clinic, it wouldn't be like that.

Moreover, Professor Rudolf forced himself to learn Chinese, which made little Oliver especially troubled.

Not everyone is like Professor Rudolf, possessing extremely high language talent. Learning a completely new language in a short time made little Oliver's world become bleak and dark, like the muddy ground of Heidelberg's Sixth District after a heavy rain.

Soon, everyone arrived at CT Shi.

It was already nearly noon; aside from the emergency machine having someone on duty, the operators of the other machines had already finished or were preparing to get off work.

Su Yun found Sister Zhao and came to an operating room at the innermost part.

Sister Zhao was somewhat surprised, after all, in Hai Cheng, opportunities to diagnose and treat international friends are not many—indeed, hardly any.

She softly asked Su Yun, 'Su Yun, what's going on?'

"Professor Rudolf wants Boss to do the surgery; Germany is so far away, who would go? Besides, the Wi‑Fi signal is bad. You know, they read books on the subway because there's no Wi‑Fi, not playing with their phones." Su Yun said jokingly with a grin.

"Don't talk nonsense, they're just eager to learn." Sister Zhao scolded, "And then they just came over?"

"Of course, Boss's surgical skill is world‑top."

"Tsk! Su Yun, you're getting more and more presumptuous. World‑top? Could that be found lurking in our Hai Cheng? What a joke. Tell Sis, what's really going on?"

"Sis, it's true, I'm not lying to you."

"Tch..." Sister Zhao spat at Su Yun, thinking he had not a single serious word.

Having arrived at the room where the 64-slice CT is done, there's still a patient whose scan isn't finished, so we need to wait a bit longer.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was so anxious he couldn't sit still, striding back and forth in the hallway, his blond hair flowing, looking as if he were about to shatter the void and become an immortal.

Zheng Ren sat quietly on the red hard‑plastic chair outside the 64-slice CT Shi, waiting while recalling the entire process of the prostate interventional embolization procedure.

Back when he did the surgery in Di Du, it was at the grandmaster level. But now, viewed from the master‑level perspective, the surgery still seems a bit too rough.

Many places could be made more precise, reducing the patient's collateral damage.

That way, the patient's postoperative recovery would be faster.

Just then, a Conversation came from inside the 64-slice CT Shi.

"Doctor, my elderly mother has had a hard life; you really need to give her a thorough check‑up."

"Don't worry, we definitely will."

This is an unconventional conversation between a patient's family member and the 64-slice CT operator.

Although uncommon, it's understandable. Zheng Ren paid no attention; in the Hospital, such things happen all the time, and he had long since turned a blind eye.

Another man's voice said: 'Doctor, we've had no father since we were little; it's our mother who raised us with blood, sweat, and tears—please, please, be sure to give our mother a proper exam.'

"Don't worry, we definitely will." said the 64-slice CT Shi operator: 'The elderly are old, the CT scanning bed is quite high; be careful not to let them fall. You two, leave one inside to look after the elderly, or you can both stay in—more people means you can lend a hand.'

The 64-slice CT Shi suddenly fell silent.

This silence carried a hint of embarrassment and awkwardness.

Zheng Ren suddenly thought of that patient who had blamed him for not forcing hospitalization, and a helpless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Although the 64-slice CT Shi was silent, Zheng Ren could anticipate the upcoming conversation without even listening.

"Why aren't you staying here to keep us company? Don't you know this thing gives off radiation? You damn well know it—you're deliberately keeping us here, aren't you! What the hell kind of thing is this, do you even have any medical ethics?"

"We have protective gear; I'll help you put it on in a moment. The radiation dose isn't big, just occasional…"

"Bullshit it's not big! If there's nothing wrong, why don't you go in yourself?" another family member shouted.

Their attitude was completely different from before, as if they had become another person.

He started shouting, and the 64-slice CT Shi operator also got angry.

"I'm in here watching—you do the check‑up!" With that retort, the two family members fell silent.

Silence, an extremely awkward silence.

After a few seconds, a family member said: "It's fine, it's fine, doctor."

"Yeah," another family member said: "I think that bed is quite wide; the old lady can lie down, it's fine, it's fine."

"Exactly, how much radiation is there here? It's easy to get cancer. Um, doctor, we're leaving first; you'd better give my mother a thorough check-up—my mother isn't easy to deal with."