Chapter 594: with translation of chapter title

Li Jianguo sent the patient downstairs, but Gao Shaojie did not let the next patient come up.

He imitated Zheng Ren's movement, placing his left hand under the right armpit, right hand supporting his chin, staring blankly at the film on the viewer.

Hmm, Zheng Ren knew, he was spacing out.

Many principles, saying them is useless.

Only by repeatedly pondering and understanding in constant practice can one truly grasp the essence.

Gao Shaojie was still at the very beginning; neither he nor Zheng Ren had expected that just after mastering the entry point of TIPS Surgery, they would immediately have to start training for the second-stage Shou Bing.

Zheng Ren didn't speak; what needed to be said had been said, saying more would be useless.

"Boss, this gauze is a matter of technique; he doesn't understand it." Professor Rudolf Wagner walked in, stood beside Zheng Ren, eager to try, saying: "Why don't you let me give it a try?"

Gao Shaojie gave the professor a wary glance.

"Fugui'er, let Lao Gao try again. There's no time left today; what time is your flight?"

"Around six in the evening." The professor said: "I'm the man you hit with the hemostatic forceps; let me try, there'll definitely be no problem."

Zheng Ren smiled.

He could be sure that Professor Rudolf Wagner performing the second-stage TIPS Surgery would have a high success rate; the rest was just a matter of proficiency.

But if he wanted to do it, he could go back to Germany to do it.

Here, it's Gao Shaojie's patient. Although Lao Gao calls himself boss, he still shouldn't go too far.

But the professor's luck is really good.

Being hit by the hemostatic forceps during a Shou Bing, he just broke through.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ren suddenly had a thought, turned his head and glanced at Gao Shaojie.

Unexpectedly, Gao Shaojie made the same motion, only in the opposite direction.

Their eyes met; some things didn't need to be spelled out so thoroughly.

"Lao Gao, have you decided?" Zheng Ren asked, still uneasy.

"Let's give it a try. After all, Fugui'er's skill has improved—I've seen it myself." Gao Shaojie gave up everything, just to advance a step further from the top of a hundred-foot pole.

This step is so difficult, it's almost hopeless for Gao Shaojie.

Give it a try?

Give it a try!

Gao Shaojie immediately brought the patient in, began laying out the sheets, disinfecting, and preparing for Shou Bing.

"Boss, let me tell you, it's super useful." The professor chuckled: "When I go back, I'll specially sterilize one instrument in the sterile pack; whoever goes up, if they do poorly, they'll just knock the styloid process of the radius. I guarantee, what you normally can't learn, you'll pick up in three or five tries."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get out." Zheng Ren resigned; the professor had Su Yun and Chang Yue and others bringing increasingly nonsensical items.

Not the slightest bit proper.

Just as they were talking, the professor's phone in the pocket of his isolation gown rang.

"Gaha!" The professor answered the phone and asked.

"My evening flight goes to Modu, then I'll head home."

"Ah? Oh, okay."

After uttering those three interjections, the professor fell silent.

"What's up, Fugui'er?" Zheng Ren asked curiously.

"Yun Ge'er said, let me return to Hai Cheng now, there's an urgent matter." The professor was also confused, but on the phone Su Yun didn't say what the matter was; he just gave vague affirmations.

"What is Su Yun up to?" Zheng Ren muttered to himself.

"I don't know." The professor said: "Boss, I think it might be about the application documents. Then I'll refund the ticket and head back now."

"Alright, I'll have Manager Feng send you off." Zheng Ren led the professor out of the operating room and had Feng Xu Hui drive the professor back.

Although the professor is a language genius and can communicate without hindrance on this hot land, Zheng Ren still worries.

Taking the high-speed rail back in the evening is the same; moreover, as a surgeon who has seen too many car accident injuries, Zheng Ren, from the heart, is unwilling to take a night car on the highway.

After seeing to the professor's affairs, this side Gao Shaojie had already laid out the sterile sheets and was ready to begin Shou Bing.

Zheng Ren was about to enter the operating room when Professor Liu stopped him.

"Zheng... Teacher Zheng, may I come in to watch the Shou Bing?" Professor Liu, thickening his skin, had done his utmost to ask.

"Sure, go ahead, no problem." Zheng Ren answered simply, without thinking.

Professor Liu hadn't expected it to be so simple; he was slightly stunned, then happily followed behind Zheng Ren to scrub up and put on the lead clothing.

The heavy lead door closed, and Shou Bing began again.

Gao Shaojie saw Professor Liu follow him in, was slightly surprised, but then realized.

Just...

A bit awkward...

But this thought only flashed in Gao Shaojie's mind and was gone.

Learning the Shou Bing is what's real; any embarrassment, any shame, those are irrelevant emotions.

Shou Bing began again: puncture, tensioning, the retractable stent's balloon deflated, the stent began to move, and Zheng Ren started to guide.

"Lower left, 15 degrees."

"Don't use brute force, bang!"

"Yes, continue."

"No, bang! It's 15 degrees! The angle is insufficient."

"Bang..."

In the operating room, only Zheng Ren's voice and the sound of the hemostatic forceps tapping Gao Shaojie's radial styloid, producing a slightly muffled pop-pop, echoed.

Professor Liu looked dumbfounded.

When I was teaching students, I had never done this before.

Whether they were master's students, doctoral students, or continuing education students, if they wanted to learn they learned; if they didn't want to learn or lacked the talent to learn, I just let them be.

It's not even my own child—what right do I have to hit someone?

Nowadays teachers don't hit students……

"Smack…… smack…… smack……"

Professor Liu felt his wrist aching, as if the radial styloid process had fractured.

How could this be?

Later on, Zheng Ren spoke less and less. More often, after pointing out a direction, he 'spoke' with the hemostatic forceps.

If something was wrong, the hemostatic forceps would immediately strike Gao Shaojie's right radial styloid process.

Because he was wearing sterile gloves, the sound was unusually dull, not crisp at all.

Professor Liu gradually grew accustomed to this 'teaching' method, and he could feel Gao Shaojie's level increasing rapidly.

They were all professors in their forties, with social standing, and usually they wouldn't speak so directly when the dean was talking.

I never expected that one day I would be treated so 'violently' on the operating table.

But violence has its benefits; Gao Shaojie, amidst the 'smack smack smack' sounds, finished the surgery in forty-five minutes.

This time, Zheng Ren didn't lift a finger……

Um, he didn't perform surgery.

He also took action; his only move was to strike Gao Shaojie's radial styloid process with the hemostatic forceps.

Zheng Ren felt relieved; this teaching method was quite scientific, right?

Under the prodding of the hemostatic forceps, the professor advanced in rank during the surgery.

Although in the recent surgery Gao Shaojie was obviously unable to do many things, under the correction and guidance of the hemostatic forceps he could soon manage them.

Hmm, should we keep this method?

It's a pity that Su Yun learns surgery too fast; I really want to smack his radial styloid process with the hemostatic forceps.