Chapter 628: with translation of chapter title

The car quickly drove to a scenic, semi-open area, where a three-story building with a huge floor area stood amidst a stretch of lush green grass.

Boss, this is the special care unit of the Karolinska Institute in Stockholm. Professor Rudolf Wagner said: "I'll go handle the paperwork for you in a moment; entering requires a very strict security check."

Who's been diagnosing and treating patients here lately? Su Yun let out a yawn, asking absentmindedly.

The professor wasn't talkative; he remained silent. He quietly took Zheng Ren and Su Yun's passports, then got out of the car.

Inside, the lights were bright; the professor's silhouette stretched long and fell upon the floor, looking somewhat forlorn.

Boss, without you, Fugui'er is doomed this time. Su Yun said, gazing at the professor's back.

It won't happen. Zheng Ren chuckled, "We've been running this for years; difficulties are inevitable, but we'll get through them. Moreover, as an experienced doctor, the first thing we consider isn't postoperative profit, but the consequences of surgical failure."

You're really sure Fugui'er isn't greedy?

He's all right; Fugui'er may look rough, but his thoughts are quite meticulous. Zheng Ren said, "We don't need to argue; whether we can meet Dr. Mei Ha'er or perform the surgery determines if Fugui'er has backup here."

I'm talking about greed. Su Yun emphasized the last four characters.

Oh, greed, but you also need the ability to take it. Zheng Ren laughed, "It doesn't matter. Besides, aren't you still here?"

All you do is pretend to be stupid—why don't you go chase a Nobel Prize?! Su Yun suddenly got angry.

The truth is, I'm not very interested in the Nobel Prize. Zheng Ren said, "Well, to you it might sound impressive, but I just don't care; it's meaningless. Instead of watching a bunch of foreigners scheming, I'd rather do a few more surgeries."

You...

Su Yun, how about we start a teaching surgery when we get back? Zheng Ren interrupted their argument and said.

Teaching? TIPS surgery? Su Yun frowned, "Aren't you worried someone will steal your livelihood?"

What you said raises two issues. First, a doctor's benevolence—whatever we do must start from...

Shut up, I haven't slept enough—give me a bellyful of chicken soup, or I'll be rude to you. Su Yun rudely cut off Zheng Ren's words.

Heh. Zheng Ren wasn't angry, just smiled and continued, "Second, trying to steal my livelihood? Who do you think has that capability? You, the professor, or anyone here?"

Zheng Ren pointed at the small building of the Karolinska Institute in Stockholm, smiled, and asked.

I... Su Yun imagined Zheng Ren's continuation—'I'm not talking about any particular person; everyone here is trash.'

Su Yun felt very uncomfortable inside.

Such pretentious talk shouldn't come from oneself, should it?

Who on earth gave him that confidence!

But if you think about it calmly, what Zheng Ren said is true.

Su Yun couldn't even find a counterexample.

If we're talking about general surgery, Zheng Ren's skill is merely decent—he could lead a team at any large tertiary hospital nationwide. But to say how high it is? That's uncertain.

But when it comes to interventional procedures... looking worldwide... even Professor Rudolf Wagner would kneel before it so completely, Su Yun truly can't find a counterexample.

Alright, boss, you win. Su Yun said resignedly.

Then it's settled—when you get back, contact Director Kong; the first batch of patients will undergo a demonstration surgery. Zheng Ren said, "We need to train people quickly so the new technique can be rolled out nationwide as soon as possible."

Su Yun understood Zheng Ren's meaning: nationwide, at least 100,000 patients with end-stage liver cirrhosis need TIPS surgery, and each year a similar number of new cases appear.

One person definitely couldn't finish it all.

But... isn't this a lucrative business? Outside, carriages and horses flow like water; registration tickets are hard to get, and a hospital bed can fetch a bribe of thirty to fifty thousand—shouldn't that be expected?

Upon self-reflection, I've also worked hard at surgery, with no moral blemish.

Are there really saints in this world? No, absolutely not! Su Yun frowned in thought; after a dozen or so minutes, when Professor Rudolf Wagner emerged, Su Yun slapped his thigh, nearly jumping up.

Boss, your move is brilliant! Excellent! Magnificent! Su Yun's face showed a rare expression of admiration.

Zheng Ren was bewildered—what is this guy saying?

What's so high about it? What kind of awesome thing are we supposed to do? How come I don't know?

Su Yun didn't explain either; he just looked at Zheng Ren with a face that said 'I know what you're up to,' a sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Boss, the paperwork is done—we can go to the observation room outside the ward to see Dr. Mei Ha'er. Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed preoccupied, his voice low and heavy.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun got out of the car and followed the professor all the way into the small building of the Karolinska Institute in Stockholm.

The decor here resembles the underground lab from Resident Evil.

With each step Zheng Ren took, he heard echoes, feeling a bit creepy.

This is due to cultural and regional differences; Zheng Ren consoled himself.

The elevator is large, spacious, and quiet.

On the second floor, a young nurse led the three of them to a ward. Opening the door, the ward and observation room were separated by a transparent glass door.

In the observation room, one could clearly see an elderly patient lying in the ward, his body bristling with tubes; countless machines emitted faint sounds, proving that modern humanity is using the most advanced technology to stave off death.

Several doctors observed and recorded intently; though they looked young, they were very earnest.

Boss, this is Dr. Mei Ha'er. The professor looked somewhat dejected, his spirits extremely low: "He has severe coronary artery blockage, with three vessels occluded over 95%. Currently we rely on extracorporeal membrane oxygenation to ease the heart's load while we urgently seek a treatment."

Hmm. Zheng Ren nodded; he had already seen this from the system panel in the upper right of his vision.

Where are the images? Zheng Ren asked.

The professor immediately conversed with a young doctor who was monitoring Dr. Mei Ha'er's condition.

After showing his ID, that young doctor made a note and then retrieved from the computer the angiographic silhouette of Dr. Mei Ha'er's coronary arteries.

It appears he underwent cardiac interventional surgery during his heart attack.

But the surgery wasn't successful, leaving only an angiographic image, which Zheng Ren surmised.

None of that matters; since he's our patient—if we treat Dr. Mei Ha'er as our patient—what's important is to examine the images, assess the patient, then perform surgery.

Zheng Ren thought it simple, directly sat down in front of the machine, and began reading the films.