Chapter 462: 454 Made to Vomit

Two men in their forties came out of the 64-slice CT operating room, whispering to each other.

What brotherly love, even their reactions were the same; Zheng Ren glanced at them, ignored the pair of brothers, and began to ponder the prostate interventional embolization procedure.

More than ten minutes later, after the patient's examination was finished, the two brothers pushed an elderly woman with white hair away.

As they walked, they kept saying something.

The voice was very low; Zheng Ren didn't catch all of it, only hearing a few sentences.

Roughly speaking, the hospital lacks public morality, the doctors lack medical ethics; even in the 64-slice CT room, no nurse is assigned to watch the old lady. If she falls, they'll surely sue the hospital to death and sue that doctor to death!

"Sister Zhao, you're here." The operator of the 64-slice CT room stepped out, saw a crowd waiting outside, plus a few foreigners, and was stunned for a moment.

"Hmm, Xiao Shitou, finished? Then this side is up for scanning." Zhao Jie said.

"I've been busy all morning, haven't even had a sip of water." The operator called Xiao Shitou smiled and said, "Sister Zhao, are you preparing to operate the machine yourself? I don't have time—I'm starving."

"You little brat, always scheming—hurry up and go eat; I don't need you, and I won't be scanning either." Zhao Jie laughed, kicked him playfully, and said, "With the two big shots from the emergency ward here, we don't need to do it."

"Uh… sister, let me tell you, this machine is really expensive."

"I was the first to operate this machine—don't you know that better than anyone? Get lost, I'm not in charge of meals." Zhao Jie said while she and Xiao Oliver and Su Yun lifted the patient onto the 64-slice CT scanning bed.

Xiao Shitou, somewhat puzzled, went out to change clothes, ready to eat.

He guessed that Sister Zhao was just joking with him, and that's what he thought.

Professor Rudolf Wagner shoved Su Yun aside, sat beside Zheng Ren, and stared intently at the 64-slice CT screen, determined not to miss a single detail.

Su Yun didn't argue with the professor, merely standing silently behind Zheng Ren.

"Sister Zhao, go attend to your business; we'll lock the door when we're done here." Su Yun said to Zhao Jie.

"I can't relax—what if you fumble and break something? I could still go to your house to demand compensation. This thing is really expensive." Zhao Jie said with a chuckle.

Su Yun didn't insist either; he knew Sister Zhao just wanted to watch the 64-slice CT three‑dimensional reconstruction, but she wouldn't admit it outright.

During the CT scan, just like everyone else, Zhao Jie watched Zheng Ren skillfully operate the machine, feeling a sense of awe.

Today's young people are simply incredible.

With departmental divisions becoming ever clearer and more refined, the emergency ward actually produced two monsters like Zheng Ren and Su Yun, who single‑handedly lifted the patient‑treatment process onto their shoulders.

More than ten minutes later, the scan ended, and Xiao Oliver alone pushed the wheelchair back to the ward with the patient.

Neither Su Yun nor Professor Rudolf Wagner made any move to help him.

Fortunately, a Chinese‑female exchange student helped out, so there's no worry that Xiao Oliver couldn't find the emergency ward.

Zheng Ren flexed his wrist and began the 64‑slice CT three‑dimensional reconstruction.

As his experience grew richer, the number of 64‑slice CT three‑dimensional reconstructions he did increased, and his technique and speed were no longer the same as before.

Zhao Jie watched for a few minutes, then closed her eyes and sat off to the side.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Su Yun leaned in, his body close to Zhao Jie, but his eyes remained locked on the screen, just like Professor Rudolf Wagner and Gao Shaojie—he refused to miss a single frame.

"Aren't your eyes getting strained?" Zhao Jie eased herself a bit before she could suppress the rising nausea.

"Sister, maybe your vestibular nerve is underdeveloped." Su Yun said with a serious face, delivering a cold joke.

"Your Chief Zheng, I notice his technique is different from before." Zhao Jie asked: "Two months ago, when he came here to do a 64‑slice CT three‑dimensional reconstruction on a liver cancer patient, I still remember."

"Yeah, what's up?" Su Yun, dividing his attention, obviously devoted most of his mental processing to Zheng Ren's operation; his forehead hair stayed still, as if cooling a high‑speed CPU.

Even full concentration could barely keep up, let alone having to talk to Zhao Jie at the same time.

So Su Yun's replies were somewhat perfunctory; whatever Zhao Jie said, he didn't really think about it, used no CPU memory, and understood only the literal meaning.

"Last time, he wasn't this fast or this precise." Zhao Jie occasionally glanced at Zheng Ren's operation, but she couldn't stare too long—the screen's images kept flashing, making people dizzy and feeling vexed.

"Yeah, that's right."

"This time, how is it so fast?"

"People, they all have to make progress, right?" Su Yun answered perfunctorily.

Zhao Jie felt resentful, kicked Su Yun, and snapped: "Only two months have passed, and if I haven't made progress, am I not even human?"

Su Yun winced, quickly forced a smile, and said, "Sister, look at what you're saying—this is completely unrelated."

While speaking, Su Yun whispered, "That foreigner over there is Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg University, a top‑expert in global interventional medicine, and he's watching us just like a student."

Seeing Zhao Jie look a bit confused, Su Yun also felt anxious, realizing his example was off the mark.

Heidelberg University, a world‑renowned institution, is unfortunately too far removed from the Chinese public's awareness.

The name Karl Marx is known by virtually everyone in China.

But that he graduated from Heidelberg University—out of ten thousand people, probably not a single one knows that.

"And that other one is the team‑leading professor of the Intervention Department at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital in the provincial capital—Gao Shaojie." Su Yun said.

"Ah!" This time Zhao Jie reacted.

Before Su Yun spoke, Zhao Jie had thought Gao Shaojie was just a department head from some grass‑roots hospital coming here for further training.

Usually, doctors from township hospitals come for further study at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, each full of themselves, so it's no wonder Zhao Jie misjudged.

"Impressive, huh? I went to watch the boss do a 64‑slice CT three‑dimensional reconstruction; I'll report other matters after it's done." Su Yun hurriedly said that, then ran back to watch Zheng Ren do the reconstruction.

Zhao Jie stared blankly at the few people present—she had no idea what Heidelberg University was. But the provincial capital's Medical University Affiliated Hospital? That's a top‑tier presence in the province's medical community.

A team‑leading professor surely holds a deputy chief title—yet he's running all the way to Hai Cheng? No wonder I can't make sense of it.

Zhao Jie felt a bit relieved, yet still dissatisfied. Two months ago, when Zheng Ren did a 64‑slice CT three‑dimensional reconstruction, she thought it was pretty good and even started to touch base and learn.

But she never expected that, two months later, watching Zheng Ren do a 64‑slice CT three‑dimensional reconstruction would make her feel like vomiting.

Where could she go to reason about this?

After glancing a few more times, Zhao Jie still felt her head full of mush, her stomach churning like a storm—just like motion sickness.

She quickly shut her eyes, not daring to look again.