Chapter 589: 580 The Feeling of Home

I woke up, and it was already six o'clock.

A waft of fragrance came through the door crack.

Zheng Ren put on his clothes, went out, and saw Xie Yiren transformed into a little cook, having tied a plain-checkered apron, and was preparing breakfast.

"You're up, go wash up, breakfast is ready." Xie Yiren called.

"All right." Zheng Ren laughed.

Is this what home feels like? It seems pretty good.

"Yi Ren, you said you wanted to sleep in, didn't you?" Zheng Ren asked.

"First make breakfast, after you leave I'll keep sleeping." Xie Yiren tilted her head, smiling as if mountain flowers were in full bloom.

While having breakfast, Zheng Ren contacted Feng Xu Hui, who said he was already waiting for Professor Rudolf Wagner.

He shared his location with Feng Xu Hui, then ate breakfast peacefully.

Because it was still early, before rush hour, Feng Xu Hui called a little over half an hour later, saying he had arrived at the door.

"Then I'm leaving; after the surgery I'll come pick you up and take you back to Hai Cheng." Zheng Ren said.

"Go on, go on, I need to catch up on sleep." Xie Yiren said: "The day Director Kong came, it nearly exhausted me."

Zheng Ren recalled Director Kong's especially unyielding challenge to the night-shift god, and he also felt a pang of sorrow.

Hopefully, I'll never encounter such a thing again.

He stood up, Zheng Ren walked to the door, changed his shoes, and he smiled, opening his arms.

A light embrace, parting at the slightest touch.

Zheng Ren laughed heartily, ruffled Xie Yiren's hair, turned, opened the door, and went out.

Getting in the car, Professor Rudolf Wagner was still complaining that it was too early, and he hadn't eaten breakfast well.

Zheng Ren ignored him, closed his eyes, and began recalling the video he had watched yesterday.

If there's time, I'll go over it again, just in case there's a problem.

After long surgeries, one becomes obsessive-compulsive. Countless "what-ifs" swarm around like flies.

"Boss, I booked tonight's flight." Zheng Ren had just recalled two videos when he heard the professor say.

"Oh." Zheng Ren gave a flat "oh."

"Boss, you must keep your phone on; if anything comes up on my end, I'll call you." The professor always worries about asking Zheng Ren to do surgery.

"All right." Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Actually, your current surgery success rate has already reached 70%."

"Not enough at all!" The professor waved his hands, saying: "We need one hundred percent! Definitely!"

"Do as you wish; if I have time on my end, I'll definitely come over." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, you can't be so careless." The professor said: "Dr. Mei Ha'er carries great weight in the Nobel Medicine Prize review."

"I know." Zheng Ren cut off the professor's words: "Fugui'er, if you apply for the Nobel Prize on January 31 next year, what's the success rate?"

"It's closely related to surgical success." The professor, a bit nervous, spoke frankly: he didn't understand Zheng Ren's thinking.

To him, the Nobel Prize is higher than heaven. But in the eyes of this young boss before him, it's just that.

Perhaps this is an East-West cultural difference?

The car soon arrived at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital; Gao Shaojie stood at the gate of Inpatient Ward Three to welcome Zheng Ren.

Time was really still early; arriving early at the hospital, there were still parking spots.

"Boss, why so early?" Gao Shaojie, who had also been brought over by Zheng Ren from home, said it was just seven o'clock; arriving this early, nurses weren't on duty yet, so surgery couldn't be done.

"I have something to say." Zheng Ren said.

Gao Shaojie's heart tightened; seeing Zheng Ren's solemn expression, he immediately fell silent.

"How's your grasp of the second-stage surgery?" Zheng Ren asked bluntly, without courtesy.

Back in Hai Cheng, Zheng Ren had said he would teach Gao Shaojie the second-stage surgery this time, but he hadn't been this serious and earnest before.

"I've studied a bit; I feel my technique is still lacking. But I can manage it, and the success rate should be passable." Gao Shaojie said.

"Well, for today's second-stage surgery, I'll do one, and you'll do the rest." Zheng Ren said: "We need to seize the time to learn; in a few days I might go to Du Du, and I can't guarantee whether the patients at Eryuan will be able to get their second-stage surgery in time."

Gao Shaojie understood; that's how it was.

Going to Di Du is good, but you can't just fly back specially just to do a second-stage surgery.

You know, once you're in Di Du, patients gather there; if you really had to fly back, time would be especially tight.

And having patients go to Di Du for surgery isn't practical either.

According to Gao Shaojie's observation, after the first-stage TIPS surgery, patients' symptoms were alleviated to varying degrees.

People, as long as it's not too serious, don't want to undergo surgery.

That's just human nature.

Because symptoms improve, only about sixty to seventy percent of patients opt for the second-stage TIPS surgery.

If we made them go to Du Du, probably not even one out of ten would go. The boss is making himself take responsibility for the patients here; Gao Shaojie nodded.

The second-stage surgery is somewhat difficult for him, but not impossible to solve.

"Right, boss." Gao Shaojie said: "The hospital called me last night asking about TIPS surgery. I heard the article has been published in The New England Journal of Medicine?"

"Probably, I heard Su Yun mention it once." Zheng Ren said.

"It was published yesterday, boss, you haven't seen it?" Professor Rudolf Wagner made an exaggerated gesture: "This is a big deal; we should pop champagne to celebrate. Boss, can't you act so bland?"

Zheng Ren smiled and said nothing.

"Director Lin stayed up last night to work on TIPS surgery patients, agreeing to waive certain fees for patients undergoing live or recorded surgery." Gao Shaojie said carefully: "Boss, I just found out about this. Do you have any taboos on your end?"

"None." Zheng Ren didn't know why the Sheng Cheng Medical University Affiliated Hospital had suddenly started emphasizing this, but the improvement of TIPS surgery is rooted in hepatic nuclear magnetic diffusion, which cannot be reflected in the surgery recordings.

If they're willing to leave data, let them leave it; it's not a big deal. Solid articles have been published, which also counts as leaving one's mark on the surgical technique.

Arriving at the office, Zheng Ren asked Gao Shaojie for a follow-up image of a patient who had come to Sheng Cheng for TIPS surgery last time, to explain the specific technical points to Gao Shaojie.

At a certain position, how should it be handled? At a certain place, what needs special attention?

Every detail, big or small, is filled with experiential summary; it can be said that each word is worth a thousand gold.

Gao Shaojie has a solid foundation and deep background; although he cannot compare with Professor Rudolf Wagner, he far surpasses others.

Especially after personally witnessing Zheng Ren perform many Stage II TIPS surgeries, he had some idea.

Time trickled by, and even Professor Rudolf Wagner gradually listened attentively.

In many places, after Zheng Ren explained, he was interrupted by Gao Shaojie or the professor; they had to think long before grasping his meaning.

Zheng Ren showed no impatience; after all, it was a gap in level, not due to their insufficient intelligence or improper attitude.

Unnoticed, the number of doctors on duty gradually increased.

They saw a blond, blue-eyed foreigner standing in the office looking at the images, and all found it quite novel.

Someone came over to see what was being said, but soon realized that while each word could be understood, together they were like heavenly scripture—completely incomprehensible.