Chapter 564: with translation of chapter title

Nobody woke Zheng Ren; they just stared at each other.

Later, the conversation and the voices speaking grew much softer.

"Teacher Zheng, this is…" Director Zhang asked softly.

"All-night surgery, I did over twenty in one night." Director immediately realized he should have his family urgently find capable young men to come over; otherwise, even if he dragged Zheng Ren away, this kid would probably still worry about this matter.

This temperament and way of doing things are hard for ordinary people to understand, but Director finds it quite normal.

In the army, if a fallen comrade-in-arms is an only son, everyone pools money to give his parents a monthly stipend.

After experiencing life and death, many things become clear.

Director Pan, despite his old age, refuses to go home to retire, insisting on making use of his remaining years to build up the Haicheng First Hospital Emergency Department, which is also a common thought.

They're all just fools.

But sometimes, these fools are actually quite good.

Originally a lively lunch for exchanging feelings, it became boring due to Zheng Ren's snoring.

They ate quietly, and soon everyone was full.

Director Zhang glanced at Zheng Ren, then at Director.

Everyone present, Director is the oldest, and Director Zhang obviously wanted to solicit Director's opinion.

"Get up, after you finish the Budd-Chiari syndrome case, go rest properly." Director said.

Recalling yesterday's busy state at Haicheng First Hospital Emergency Department, even Director, an old hand and veteran doctor, felt a chill.

Hopefully tonight won't be so busy.

Wake Zheng Ren, notify Wang Qiang to prepare to send the patient, and everyone rushes to the operating room.

All the way Zheng Ren was listless, but as he stepped into the Gengyishi, he suddenly became energized.

Director knows this is a conditioned reflex; at this moment Zheng Ren is like Pavlov's dog. The Operating Room, in the subconscious, stimulates Zheng Ren's nervous system excitement center; coming here means he must give his all.

"Zheng Ren, you're pushing yourself so hard, can you handle it?" Director asked.

Although Zheng Ren is still young, this kind of overworking might be too much for his body.

"It's fine, isn't everyone like this after pushing through?" Zheng Ren splashed cold water on his face and became fully alert.

"By the way, I've liaised with the hospital; we're preparing to build a TIPS Surgery Experiment Center for you in Di Du." Director said while changing clothes.

"Um..." Zheng Ren froze for a moment, "Research center?"

"Don't think too much, there's no separate place." Director, seeing Zheng Ren's expression, was inwardly delighted and knew Zheng Ren would overthink: "It's just about finding you some funding, fixing a supplier, so that later you'll have money to spend and won't worry."

"Money?" Zheng Ren instantly became interested.

"For example..." Director hesitated for a moment, instantly deciding he must not feed Zheng Ren any bad ideas, such as saying research funds are his personal petty cash, which he absolutely cannot say.

If this little tree grows crooked, even if it becomes a towering giant, it'll still be a crooked-necked giant, which is ugly to look at.

"For example, I use Koch's supplies. If the research center fixes Koch as the supplier, you can demand a certain amount of high-value supplies for research use. As for patient expenses, your autonomy would be much greater." Director earnestly persuaded.

"For example, let a few suppliers chip in as an entry fee. Whoever is willing to put up a big sum to fund your research gets in."

There are many ins and outs; this research fund, while sounding nice, is really just a benefit for Zheng Ren.

It's just that international big companies set up these names to avoid commercial bribery.

"Oh." Zheng Ren replied dryly.

Director was somewhat surprised; is Zheng Ren truly unworldly?

"Are you not short of money?" Director asked curiously.

"Yes." Zheng Ren replied frankly: "But Fugui'er said a few days ago that after applying for the Nobel Prize, he could bring in Charitable Sponsorship, all to me, to spend as I wish, without oversight."

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"I don't know the exact amount, but roughly twenty million USD? Any more and Fugui'er wouldn't guarantee it."

"Right, Fugui'er?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Boss, I'm confident I can raise this figure to thirty million." Professor Rudolf Wagner said: "Money is plentiful; the key is having a presentable project. If it's a Nobel Prize project, I think this sum could be raised by a somewhat larger charitable fund. No need to ask; by then they won't be able to drive it away."

Director cursed inwardly; turns out they're already financially free, while he's still here painstakingly laying bricks for bridge repairs.

Indeed, such top talent—where could they lack money?

Every research project burns money; the only difference is how much.

Zheng Ren independently completed a world‑level project; if it could actually be sold, twenty million dollars would be just the opening bid, with the final price at least ten times higher.

Looks like I need to carefully rework my calculations; I can't let the treatment be too poor, can I?

Forget it, I won't tell him these things.

"Have you done Budd-Chiari syndrome before?" Director asked.

"I haven't done it." Zheng Ren admitted: "But I've read a lot of material; according to the procedure, it's very simple."

"Hehe." Director chuckled: "Want me to bring you along to do one?"

"Boss, I've done it before; I even did a project on it earlier." Professor Rudolf Wagner said: "Damn simple; I look at these Budd-Chiari syndrome patients—if you get on stage, you'll finish in three minutes."

Director felt regretful; he never got a chance to show off.

But Budd-Chiari syndrome really is like that.

Before interventional surgery existed, Budd-Chiari syndrome patients needed surgery on tissue near the second hepatic portal.

Mortality rate……at least over 90%.

With interventional surgery, you just puncture that membrane in the inferior vena cava and place a stent—done.

It's a super simple surgery, and patients can fully recover afterward.

From life to death, perhaps it's just a matter of a new surgical technique.

Zheng Ren smiled; obviously everything was under control. Although he hadn't done it, as an interventional master‑level expert, what interventional procedure couldn't he do?

In the interventional field, Zheng Ren truly gets it at a glance; he doesn't even need to look—just reading a book is enough to learn.

Gao Shaojie stood silently listening on the side, not saying a word.

Three million dollars, the TIPS Surgery trial center—none of it had anything to do with him. In today's four TIPS Surgeries, his prediction of the puncture point was accurate three times and wrong once.

At this moment, Gao Shaojie was summarizing his experience, climbing toward the height of Zheng Ren.