Chapter 590: 581 Surgery Recording Broadcast (Alliance Leader Bored, Fighting, Extra Chapter 5)

"What are you researching, Shaojie?" a voice came from behind. Gao Shaojie, who was deeply pondering Zheng Ren's words about the technique for removing retrievable stents in a second-stage TIPS surgery, was momentarily dazed.

The voice was very familiar, interrupting Gao Shaojie's train of thought.

Gao Shaojie turned his head, and to his astonishment saw Director Jin accompanying President Qi, who stood behind him with a cheerful smile.

"President Qi, hello." Gao Shaojie immediately said politely.

"This is……"

"President Qi, this is Zheng Ren, Teacher Zheng." Gao Shaojie immediately introduced, "Boss, this is our hospital's President Qi."

President Qi's heart jumped, but his expression didn't change. He reached out and shook Zheng Ren's hand, thus making acquaintance.

Boss? Only those with a provincial research fund can be called Boss.

Of course, many doctors at small hospitals, just for fun, also call the director Boss.

But Gao Shaojie is definitely not that kind of person.

President Qi's thoughts flashed, and he began to recall this year's provincial research fund.

No, could it be, as Director Lin said, that Director Kong of 912 Hospital contacted the National Natural Science Foundation?

"Boss Zheng is in his prime, enviable." President Qi thought to himself, but said something else.

This skill is essential in officialdom, and President Qi has already mastered it.

Normally, as a hospital president, there's no need to be so courteous to a junior doctor, but President Qi caught sight of Professor Rudolf Wagner standing behind Zheng Ren and guessed that perhaps this was the world-renowned interventional medicine professor his classmate had mentioned.

It's better to be polite; after all, we don't want to turn into enemies.

"You're being too polite," Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Seeing President Qi's peripheral vision constantly glancing at the images, Zheng Ren said, "I've been researching the technique for retrieving stents in a second-stage TIPS surgery with Lao Gao."

"Please continue," President Qi said with a cheerful smile.

Zheng Ren also didn't stand on ceremony; time is limited, next time I come to Sheng Cheng Medical University Affiliated Hospital, I don't know what year or month it will be.

Gao Shaojie needed to quickly master the technique for removing retrievable stents in a second-stage TIPS surgery, so he could leave with peace of mind.

This is how medicine differs from other industries.

In other industries, if you resign or switch jobs, you can just leave. But medicine isn't like that; former patients must be entrusted to a reliable person, so one's mind can be at ease. (Note 1)

Zheng Ren wished he could dump all the experience he'd accumulated in the System Operating Room onto Gao Shaojie in one go.

But seeing Gao Shaojie's thoughtful, puzzled expression, Zheng Ren also knew he couldn't rush things.

Many things still need to be honed through surgery before one can gain a deeper understanding.

If Gao Shaojie can master the surgical technique this time, his interventional level could also rise to grandmaster level.

When the clock struck eight, the early shift handover began.

Because the hospital president was waiting for surgery, the early shift handover ended hastily, and Gao Shaojie began sending patients to the operating table.

President Qi and Zheng Ren chatted as they walked toward the operating room.

He was surprised that Zheng Ren was merely an Inpatient Chief of the Emergency Department at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, and felt a hint of disdain.

An Inpatient Chief isn't even qualified to perform TIPS surgery, even if he's an interventional specialist. Moreover, in conversation he learned that Zheng Ren came from the General Surgery Department.

In a small place, nothing is professional; these are medical hazards, President Qi thought.

Yet he didn't expose it, remaining enthusiastic.

After understanding the situation last night, he contacted his classmate in the United States, then stayed up late browsing the web and saw the article published in the latest issue of The New England Journal of Medicine.

President Qi was also an elite in the medical field back then, with English proficiency level eight.

Although medical fields are now highly specialized and President Qi doesn't understand all the jargon, it doesn't prevent him from seeing the first author's name.

Zheng Ren, it really is him.

He stayed up all night coordinating the recorded surgery, and the Medical Department's Director Lin finished the legal procedures, busy as a dog.

However, this has nothing to do with President Qi; he plans to send the imaging data to his classmate after the operation. Over there, hearing that the Medical University Affiliated Hospital will perform the latest TIPS surgery today, he's already impatient.

After changing clothes, Zheng Ren came to the operating room.

Gao Shaojie personally laid out the sheets, and Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner stood before the operating room's viewer, confirming that the patient's name matched the images, then began the final pre‑surgery image review.

"Boss, it's ready." Gao Shaojie said shortly after.

Today's surgery will leave imaging data, and Gao Shaojie felt a faint excitement.

Yes, excitement.

Anyone who needs these imaging data knows exactly who it is without thinking. Moreover, from staying up all night to coordinate the recorded surgery, Gao Shaojie sensed a hint of urgency.

Having finally gotten ahead of them, Gao Shao Jie was especially happy.

The professor didn't go up on stage; he walked out of the operating suite, arms crossed, and watched the surgery through the lead glass.

President Qi came over and asked, "May I ask, are you Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg University?"

"En, ga ha." the professor said.

President Qi heard the professor blurt out Northeastern dialect and almost fell over.

What does this have to do with that?

He dazedly thought, a Northeastern‑speaking German professor? Such a creature simply doesn't exist in President Qi's world.

"Come on, what do you want, ga ha?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

"Um..." President Qi froze for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Professor, I saw the article you published yesterday in The New England Journal of Medicine."

The professor snorted arrogantly, merely glancing down at President Qi from above.

"The new technique can be said to be disruptive." President Qi, not understanding interventional medicine, simply repeated his classmate's words verbatim, "Congratulations."

"We should be congratulating our Boss." The professor said, "Since you've seen the article, didn't you notice the first author?"

"……" President Qi was stunned.

This is also something he couldn't figure out no matter how he thought.

Could it all be true?

【"Boss pioneered it, I just followed and learned it. Of course, in refining the surgical technique, I also did some work."】 Professor said.

Director Qi really doesn't know how to respond.

Worldview, outlook on life, and values are shattered; they cannot be pieced back together.

Thinking back a few days ago, when Director Lin said he wanted to put together something for a young doctor, he regretted his own attitude.

If he had acted early, wouldn't he have kept this person in Sheng Cheng?

But he also knew that with the 912 Hospital stepping in, the chance of him retaining that person was really slim.

Moreover, things like water turning to oil from years ago, and recent publications in Nature about gene editing, also made him more vigilant.

After the Shou Bing ends, send the recording to classmates, then speak after confirming.

While he was still thinking, the Operating Room Door opened; Zheng Ren had already taken off his sterile gloves and walked out.

【"Boss, Lao Gao has become quite skilled, almost catching up to my speed."】 Professor greeted with a broad smile, his manner of speaking completely different from before with Director Qi.

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Our Hospital has a Neurology Department doctor who went south, with over a hundred patients in hand, finally entrusted to other colleagues.