Chapter 735: with translation of chapter title

Mu Tao was stunned.

What is Zheng Ren saying? Amputation surgery? He's an intervention... no, Zheng Ren is from general surgery.

In some small hospitals, general surgery doctors act like all-around doctors and also perform amputations.

He didn't have formal training; his approach is really unconventional.

But can he really do it?

As soon as the thought came up, Mu Tao gave an embarrassed laugh. If he can't do it, who can?

Seeing Mu Tao a bit dazed, Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Teacher Mu, from now on this side will be hard on you."

"Doctor Zheng, stop calling me 'teacher teacher', it's embarrassing." Mu Tao gave a wry smile, "The peak period of sending wounded from the front lines has passed; occasionally there are some wounded needing interventional embolization that I can handle myself."

After Su Yun's tapping with the hemostatic forceps, Mu Tao also made great progress.

The time he takes to perform interventional embolization for a severe pelvic fracture has dropped from about an hour to just 40 minutes.

He can feel the improvement in his technical skill.

He also finds it amazing; although he has to endure the constant sarcasm and mockery from that talkative assistant, it's all worth it.

Mu Tao and Zheng Ren exchanged a few polite words, seeing Zheng Ren waiting for Su Yun to step down.

Inside, Su Yun and Liu Xu zhi were coordinating, and the surgery was already nearing its end.

"Doctor Zheng, you're working on a Nobel Prize project, right?" Mu Tao confirmed for the last time.

Actually, it's unnecessary; earlier Zheng Ren called to arrange prosthetics, and Mu Tao heard about it. Moreover, he's at the Mayo Clinic, well-informed, and already knew about this.

But hearing others say it and directly admitting it to Zheng Ren are two different things.

"Yes." Zheng Ren watched Su Yun's super-selective maneuver on the screen, his right hand twitching slightly.

Mu Tao noticed this detail and gave a bitter smile.

It turns out that the sharp-tongued Su Yun's habit of tapping people with the hemostatic forceps is something he learned from Doctor Zheng.

Su Yun's technique just now indeed has some flaws. Although it doesn't affect anything, Zheng Ren always wants to tap him a few times.

Su Yun was performing surgery in the operating room; Zheng Ren stood in the control room and couldn't tap him, but the subtle movements of his hands revealed his thoughts.

"I've read your published papers; there are some points I don't understand. After the earthquake relief ends, could I go to 912 to study for a while?" Mu Tao asked.

That question was quite direct.

After several days and nights of surgery, Mu Tao has also become accustomed to the front line's simple, rough, direct style.

He doesn't have time to ponder people's various ulterior motives, and he's sure Zheng Ren won't refuse him.

"Hmm, you're too polite; feel free to come anytime, we can discuss together." Zheng Ren said offhandedly.

As he spoke, on Su Yun's side, the final super-selective procedure ended, embolization, angiographic confirmation, and catheter withdrawal.

Su Yun left the operating room; he had already been watching Zheng Ren seated there through the leaded glass.

After coming out, Su Yun asked, "Boss, if you don't do surgery, you can't even take a nap? Do you really think you're iron? People say birth, aging, sickness, death: it's good to be born well, to age slowly, to get sick late, and to die quickly. Boss, you lack none of the first three, yet you're rushing to die fast."

"..." Mu Tao felt much more relieved inside.

Su Yun this guy not only sprays himself, he even sprays his own boss.

Zheng Ren had long grown accustomed to Su Yun's way of speaking; he didn't mind, just smiled and said, "I just got a call from Director Chen of the Intervention Department at the Provincial Hospital, inviting us over there."

"Provincial Hospital? You mean that thin, frail old man?" Su Yun asked.

Upon hearing that, Zheng Ren recalled Director Chen's appearance and nodded.

"Boss, I'm telling you, you wouldn't be thinking of doing thrombectomy then amputation on the hybrid operating table, would you?" Su Yun asked.

"Yeah, what's up?"

Su Yun took off his sterile cap and sneered, "You can keep doing surgery for twenty days, but if you keep this up, you'll likely drop dead in three days. I heard the follow-up medical team has already arrived; you'd better not end up like Director Jiang. If he collapses, you can operate on him; if you collapse, you can only watch yourself die helplessly."

"I'll rest," Zheng Ren said. "I can sleep a bit on the way. Besides, aren't you still here?"

"Being here is useless. I studied coronary artery bypass surgery; now look, how many people still do bypass? Doctor Mei Ha'er's incredibly difficult coronary artery embolism you made me treat with grinding technique. Boss, do you know what you're doing makes me in cardiothoracic surgery feel hopeless?" Su Yun's thoughts leapt quickly; after throwing out that sentence, he turned to change clothes.

Liu Xu zhi had just sent the wounded out of the operating room, lifted his foot to step inside, and heard this sentence.

Su Yun and Zheng Ren brushed past him; Liu Xu zhi thought about it but didn't understand what Su Yun meant.

"Teacher Mu, where are they going?" Liu Xu zhi felt reluctant to see Zheng Ren leave, but now it's the emergency rescue period, and he couldn't interfere with Zheng Ren's work.

"To the Provincial Hospital, to do thrombectomy plus amputation surgery." Mu Tao said this, hardly believing it himself.

Intervention department doctors, going bare-chested into hybrid surgery—this isn't nonsense, is it?

This Doctor Zheng really walks his own path, leaving others no way.

"Teacher Mu, Doctor Su just mentioned coronary artery grinding technique; can Doctor Zheng also do that?" Liu Xu zhi asked doubtfully.

"I don't know either." Mu Tao adjusted his glasses, smiled, and said, "But I guess he probably can, and does it well."

"Um..."

Mu Tao still remembered telling Liu Xu zhi that Su Yun doesn't dare to contradict Zheng Ren; it seems he just does it less often—there's nothing he dares not to do.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun were silent, quickly changing clothes. In Pengxi Township, they endured nearly three days and nights, finally getting through the peak influx of wounded.

…… -> No.

His physical condition is good enough, and after swapping surgeries with Mu Tao and taking breaks to rest, he still can't keep going.

And Zheng Ren? For three days and nights, he's almost constantly been doing surgery while wearing lead clothing—how does he manage to endure?

Su Yun even thought of using the most primitive stick to knock Zheng Ren down so he could rest properly. After all, the follow-up medical team could arrive anytime to replace the local doctors of Rongcheng and the first medical team; if he went down now, he'd lose a lot.

"I'll sleep a bit on the road; call me when we get there." Zheng Ren said while changing clothes.

"It sounds like you think I don't sleep."

"Tell Uncle Ning to arrange the wounded here as he sees fit." Zheng Ren said.

You're talking as if I don't sleep.

Zheng Ren said, "Tell Ning Shu about the wounded on this side and let him arrange them as he sees fit."

"Got it." Su Yun waved a hand, very impatient.

He grabbed the time to change clothes, then began contacting Xie Ning.

Having unknowingly become the chief steward of Pengxi Township Hospital, Xie Ning, upon hearing that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were going to the Provincial Hospital, said nothing, merely arranging a spacious private car for them.

Let them get as comfortable a sleep as possible on the way up; the rest Xie Ning couldn't help with.

The horizon already showed fish-belly white; watching the two leave, Xie Ning smiled slightly. This young man looks quite good; Yi Ren's eye for people is excellent.