Chapter 707: with translation of chapter title

Lao Chen, the director looked inside, Zheng Ren tore off his sterile gown weakly, threw it into the medical trash bin, preparing for the next Shou Bing. Turning his head, he saw someone staring at him.

Who is this person? Do I know him? Zheng Ren glanced at Lao Chen, the director, wearing a mask, his smile covered, only expressing kindness with his eyes.

"Are you Doctor Zheng?" Seeing Zheng Ren smile at him, Lao Chen, the director asked.

"Um, you are..." Zheng Ren gathered his spirits and asked.

At this moment, Zheng Ren was very hungry, his body at its limit. But he dared not rest, dared not waste a meal or a nap.

All his energy was used in the Shou Bing; after the Shou Bing, his body's self-protection kicked in, making him look somewhat dazed.

"I am..." Lao Chen, the director also hesitated for a moment, how to introduce himself? A retired director from the Provincial Hospital? Or something else?

No matter how you say it, it seems somewhat problematic.

"Young man, doing a Shou Bing alone must be awkward, let me give you a hand after you finish." Director Chen said: "I'm old, can't do many, but one or two is still fine."

Zheng Ren let out a yawn and said: "Just rest, I can handle this side alone. Come up, the Shou Bing won't finish any faster."

Director Chen's anger—are today's young people all this arrogant?

Even if the Shou Bing is done well, a Shou Bing isn't done by one person, doesn't he know?

"Look, my own assistant has been sent over there to help Professor Mu." Zheng Ren, listless, together with Director Jiang and others lifted the next patient onto the operating table.

"By the way, what's up with your assistant? I saw him tapping Professor Mu with Hemostatic Forceps." Director Chen asked.

"Probably Professor Mu made some mistake in his movements, and he was helping to correct it." Although Zheng Ren hadn't seen the situation there himself, he instantly guessed a reason almost spot on.

"Teach Professor Mu Shou Bing?" Director Chen exclaimed in astonishment.

Young people really can boast, but… he also felt somewhat dazed in his heart, not knowing why, he vaguely felt these words were true.

The scenes just now replayed in his memory; it really wasn't flirting, but a teaching Shou Bing.

"Since you can teach Shou Bing, why not let your assistant be the lead? It would be faster." Director Chen still didn't believe it; he knew Professor Mu's level. Those qualified to lead Professor Mu in a teaching Shou Bing are few.

He quickly found a loophole in Zheng Ren's words and asked.

"That guy's level is about the same as Professor Mu's, just with better eyesight." Zheng Ren answered listlessly, walking to scrub up, about to fall asleep, "but after this, I estimate his technical skill will leap forward."

Director Chen was somewhat surprised, what have these young people been eating to grow up like this? How are they all so fierce?

The doctors of 912 are highly skilled, but absolutely not to this extent.

His heart stirred, and he followed Zheng Ren to scrub up.

At my age, to scrub up and go on stage, compared to this young man in front, I surely can't be driven away, right?

"The key is he's a Cardiothoracic Surgery specialist; intervention he's only looked at for a few months, really hands-on only a few times. He can just teach Professor Mu, but if he does it himself he'd show weakness—he's not that stupid." Zheng Ren muttered, stating the fact.

Um… Cardiothoracic Surgery specialist… only looked at Shou Bing for a few months…

Director Chen was cursing in his heart.

Forget it, never mind those, I'll scrub up and go on stage.

First, to help out; since we're here and there's still a spot, I'll come up and lend a hand. Second, I want to closely observe this young man's level, as I don't fully believe what Zheng Ren said.

Zheng Ren saw Director Chen also put on Lead clothing and follow to scrub up, wanting to say a few words. But seeing his silver-white hair, thin and withered body, his heart felt a sour ache for no reason; he said nothing and began to disinfect.

Soon, the Shou Bing began.

Director Chen followed the standard procedure as an assistant, but kept making mistakes one after another.

He didn't use ordinary guidewire, but went straight to Microguidewire. Without fluoroscopic confirmation of position, he started threading; the Microguidewire and Microcatheter were at the edge of the internal iliac artery blood vessel branch.

Guidewire assistance? Seems unnecessary.

The operator performed cross-hand operation; Super-selective posed no difficulty.

The only thing needed was to inject the medicine—just press a button; Director Chen even felt he was blocking the operator's motion of pressing the button.

But his Super-selective was truly proficient; looking at him, he seemed listless, about to fall asleep. Yet no matter how difficult the internal iliac artery branch Super-selective, all succeeded on the first try, without hesitation or probing.

This really is…

"Doctor Zheng, who is your teacher?" Director Chen asked, astonished.

Such a young talent surely comes from a prestigious lineage. The names of a few renowned intervention experts appeared in Director Chen's mind; he estimated it must be among those few, no doubt.

"My teacher, ah, is Director Pan." Zheng Ren said offhand.

"No, is it Professor Pan Jie from Haicheng First Hospital Emergency Department?" The top-tier figures Director Chen could think of with surname Pan were only Pan Jie.

"No, it's Director Pan of Haicheng First Hospital Emergency Department." Zheng Ren completed a blood vessel Super-selective and made a gesture.

Director Chen quickly interrupted his thoughts and began to inject the medicine.

After completing the embolization of a blood vessel, Zheng Ren began the next step of Super-selective, and Director Chen finally started to ponder.

Hai Cheng? City First Hospital? Although I don't know where Hai Cheng is, it's obviously just a prefecture-level hospital.

Moreover, it's not the Intervention Department but the Emergency Department—what a mess.

Did I misjudge again?

He thought on one hand while observing Zheng Ren's Super-selective on the other.

Director Chen didn't want to delay the injection and thus postpone the Shou Bing. He always remembered why he came.

As for these… they're just gossip; there will be plenty of time to think about them later.

In just over ten minutes, one Shou Bing was completed smoothly.

Zheng Ren began to withdraw the catheter, but before the Microcatheter could be pulled out of the femoral artery, his hand was pressed down.

"Doctor Zheng, after Interventional embolization, angiography should be performed." Director Chen said earnestly and stubbornly.

"No need, it wastes time." Zheng Ren's hand twitched slightly, feeling Director Chen's hand exerting great force.

"Shou Bing can have mistakes; it's better to check once." Director Chen insisted.

"Um… okay." Zheng Ren resigned, but Director Chen was right.

He simply believed in his heart, minimizing unnecessary steps to save time and do more Shou Bing.

If there's time to argue with the old man, just do an angiography—it's no trouble.

Quickly, the guidewire catheter arrived again at the branch of the internal iliac Artery.

Injecting contrast agent, the image appeared on the opposite screen.

The previous smoky images had completely disappeared, and the Shou Bing done could be called perfect.

Director Chen nodded; although the other person's Shou Bing steps were somewhat off, that was a confident performance.

Walking out of the Operating Room, dazedly looking at the post-operative patients in the full corridor applying pressure to stop bleeding, and then recalling the several Shou Bing just watched, I had worried for nothing. Hai Cheng, Director Pan, who is this expert? Able to teach such an outstanding disciple.