Chapter 566: 557 Top-Secret Mission

The surgery ended.

Zheng Ren took off the lead clothing, pretended to put it into the rolling suitcase, but actually put the lead clothing back into the System Space.

Wearing the isolation gown, he came to the operating room.

Gao Shaojie, I'm getting ready to go back." Zheng Ren said: "How many patients do you have on your side?"

6-10, I'll go back and screen again." Gao Shaojie said.

Okay." Zheng Ren nodded. "The second-stage surgery, did you understand it?"

Gao Shaojie nodded, then shook his head. "I understand it in theory, but I can't do it."

"It'll get better with time." Zheng Ren said: "In a few days, go to Sheng Cheng for the second-stage surgery, and I'll teach you."

What Gao Shaojie said was true; the second-stage surgery is simple for Zheng Ren to perform, appearing to be just retrieving a retrievable stent.

But the stent moves inside the liver, and the hepatic parenchyma is always at risk of abrasion and rupture.

If the first-stage TIPS surgery tests the use of Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion imaging to locate the puncture point, then the second-stage TIPS surgery mainly tests the technique—the operator's fine technique.

Zheng Ren knew this couldn't be solved by a couple of geniuses' ideas.

"After all, I am at Master-level interventional standard, while Gao Shaojie hasn't even reached the Grandmaster level."

"If Professor Rudolf Wagner were to do it, even he would fail once or twice out of ten attempts."

"Although the consequences wouldn't be severe, it would greatly affect the therapeutic effect of the TIPS surgery."

"This problem needs to be resolved."

"Actually, not resolving it is also fine. The stent remains inside, merely diverting the vein flow a bit, so postoperative recovery isn't as good."

"However, Zheng Ren currently has no good ideas about it; he can only think about it and leave it at that."

After changing clothes, he got into the car with the professor and Director Kong.

Gao Shaojie didn't follow; he had to rush back to Sheng Cheng overnight to carefully review the patients scheduled for TIPS surgery.

Today, Gao Shaojie saw Zheng Ren's rigor.

If such a problem as Cheng Lixue's also appeared in his own place, Gao Shaojie felt he might as well apologize by suicide; where would he have the face to learn surgery from Zheng Ren?

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Returning to City First Hospital, the Jizhenbingfang and atmosphere were completely different from yesterday.

The hallway wasn't noisy; the feeling of apocalypse was gone.

Several doctors were silently writing case notes, while Su Yun sat in a corner, quietly playing with her phone.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Ren finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The night shift god's anger toward Director Kong, as expected, ended at eight in the morning.

After all, eight in the morning belongs to the next day. The Night Shift Nurses have gotten off work, and the night shift god's curse ends here.

"You're back." Su Yun lifted her head, the black hair on her forehead fluttering.

"Hmm, are the patients still stable?" Zheng Ren said.

"When you're not here, the patients are very stable." Su Yun took the opportunity to jab Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren shook his head; last night's matter really had little to do with him, it was entirely Director Kong's fault.

"I'm going to catch up on sleep." Zheng Ren said wearily.

"Boss, do you still remember you have over ten surgery records unwritten?" Su Yun coldly stared at Zheng Ren, bringing up the thing he least wanted to hear.

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless.

But it still needs to be written; otherwise, if he slept through the night, Zheng Ren would fear mixing up the surgery details of a couple of patients.

Although the surgery itself is fine, the surgery record is just a way of logging and isn't important.

But rules are rules.

Zheng Ren still sighed, found a computer, sat down, and began writing the surgery records for each patient one by one.

The professor returned to the ward to check on his precious patient after the prostate interventional embolization procedure. Director Kong sat beside Zheng Ren, watching him work, his gaze somewhat scattered, wondering what he was thinking.

The office was quiet, everyone busy.

Suddenly, a sound broke the silence; Director Kong instinctively stood up and strode out of the office.

He took out his phone, glanced at it, and saw it was an encrypted number.

He found the duty room, glanced around to see no one, then Director Kong entered the duty room and answered the phone.

Hello.

Okay, I'm in Hai Cheng; I'll just notify Comrade Zheng Ren.

Yes, the Nobel Prize awarding on December 10.

Okay.

After saying that, Director Kong hung up the phone.

He thought for a moment, a faint smile appeared on his face. Leaving the duty room, he went straight to find Director Pan.

He knocked; Director Pan was handling a medical dispute, or rather those trivial messy matters in the Emergency Department.

Seeing Director Kong arrive, Director Pan gestured for him to sit first, then patiently explained to the family.

Perhaps because Director Pan had a strong presence, or perhaps because it was nearly four o'clock and time to go home. After the patients exchanged a few words, Director Pan pacified them and they left the office.

Director Pan, there's a mission." Director Kong said bluntly.

Director Pan's expression turned grim, and he sternly asked: "What do you need me to do?"

Just use your office; I'll call Zheng Ren and have him and Su Yun come over.

Okay." Director Pan had no hesitation and didn't ask further.

This is discipline, deeply ingrained in Director Pan's bones.

He walked out of his office, but Director Pan did not leave the gate; he stood at the doorway like a guard.

Soon, Zheng Renhe and Su Yun rushed over, looking puzzled.

"Go in." Director Pan said.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Ren asked, not understanding.

"The task—don't talk more, just accept it. As for how to do it, follow Director Kong's arrangements." Director Pan told Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren nodded and went in with Su Yun.

The usually frivolous Su Yun lost his usual joking expression; he seemed to sense something was about to happen, as if he had become a different person.

Although Director Pan's expression was grave, it was clear his whole body was relaxed.

Even a hint of pride suffused his bearing.

Zheng Ren was about to leave, and Director Pan would not stop him. The sky belonging to Zheng Ren is high and far; all one can do is watch him go.

A few minutes later, Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Director Kong came out.

Explaining the task, which allows no refusal, is just a matter of a few words.

This is not wartime, so Director Kong and Zheng Ren exchanged a couple more sentences. If it were wartime, it would probably be over in a few tens of seconds.

Zheng Ren looked at Director Pan, wanting to say something.

Director Pan's face sank, and he said: "Confidential task; related information must not be communicated or leaked to anyone."

His voice paused, and Director Pan sternly said: "This is discipline."

Zheng Ren stared for a moment, then nodded and turned to leave.

"Director Pan, my flight leaves tomorrow. The doctors from 912 should arrive in the next few days; I'll have them report to you." Director Kong said with a laugh: "It's like training new recruits—whoever isn't honest, just drag them over and give them a belting."

The two exchanged a glance and laughed.