Chapter 784: with translation of chapter title

Professor Yang -> Professor Yang (in glossary)

Zheng Ren glanced at the ventilator and monitor, said: "This Shou Bing usually takes about fifteen hours. But the patient's condition can't last that long; the Shou Bing needs to be sped up."

Speed up……We've already given it our all, right? Still need to speed up?

And who is Yi Ren? Are there any doctors surnamed Yi in the general surgery department?

"Okay." Su Yun didn't bother with Professor Yang's doubts, turned and walked to the corner of the Operating Room, took out her phone and dialed.

"Yi Ren, major Shou Bing, needs to be sped up; Boss wants you to come on stage."

"Right, you go outside and give me a signal; I'll bring you in."

Call ended.

During the phone call, the Shou Bing had already removed a cyst wall under the sponge forceps' clamp.

Afterwards, the Shou Bing's speed indeed increased a bit more.

Director Dong was politely "driven" by Zheng Ren to the second assistant's position, helping to expose the field.

Every time she saw Dong Jia's speed slightly lagging, unable to keep up with Zheng Ren's rhythm, and Zheng Ren's wrist would make a barely perceptible motion, Su Yun would think, it still requires the tapping of the hemostatic forceps.

But this is 912; if Zheng Ren were to act arrogantly on the operating table, it would probably provoke public outrage.

Boss, still too conservative, Su Yun thought to herself. When it's time to be arrogant, one must be arrogant; that's the privilege of a great surgeon.

But the more Su Yun watched the Shou Bing, the worse her complexion became.

Since the time at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, it has always been Zheng Ren as the surgeon and Su Yun as the assistant.

Su Yun has always been saying that she is a flawless assistant.

In his view, that's indeed the case. If assistants were scored, Su Yun would unhesitatingly believe she is definitely the type to get full marks.

Saying she is flawless is not just politeness; it's an objective evaluation.

However, today I saw Zheng Ren acting as an assistant.

Various guidance, exposure, assisting with forceps clamping, cutting……all kinds of proficiency.

The second hepatic hilum was adhesed to a mess; Professor Yang originally wanted to observe cautiously, move a little bit, to avoid damaging the Blood Vessel and causing irreversible injury.

But with Zheng Ren's assistance, the speed simply couldn't be slowed down.

Zheng Ren merely occasionally reached out; when the instrument nurse didn't know what was needed, he would softly say a word; besides that, there was no other speech.

He merely used body language and the Operating Field to convey to Professor Yang how the Shou Bing should be done.

Even with an unfamiliar Shou Bing, Professor Yang still felt a sense of proficiency.

Damn! Being an assistant is also this strong?

Su Yun didn't overly criticize, because he knew that the Shou Bing being done this way is based on Zheng Ren's understanding of the Shou Bing being a level above Professor Yang's.

If Zheng Ren were the surgeon and I the assistant, the speed would definitely be faster than now.

Xiao Yi Ren is coming; will it be a bit faster then?

Su Yun gradually developed anticipation.

The second hepatic hilum, the adhesions between Blood Vessels were a mess. But with the assistance of those dexterous hands, at every critical moment the Operating Field was exposed, Blunt Dissection proceeded smoothly.

Professor Yang clearly understood in his heart that this person before him was not acting as an assistant, but rather conducting a teaching Shou Bing.

He dazedly recalled ten years ago, when he was still a Doctor.

Back then, his teacher would occasionally go on stage to teach him Shou Bing.

Because the Operating table has its particularity, the so-called hands-on teaching cannot truly be hands-on like in other industries.

The most thoughtful teaching is for the teacher to act as an assistant, clearly exposing the entire Shou Bing process with Clarity before oneself.

Of course, no one has the patience to be an assistant for a hundred surgeries. Only at certain times, when the teacher feels inspired, or sees Professor Yang's level at a point of explosive growth needing a push, will they act as an assistant to teach him once.

Each such teaching Shou Bing is precious; Professor Yang can still recall many details of those Shou Bing.

Gradually, Professor Yang felt time flowing backward, in a daze feeling as if he had returned to his youthful, verdant years.

The Shou Bing continued, the complex variant anatomical structure at the second hepatic hilum gradually became clear.

The Urology Department chief at the nearby Observation Platform, after finishing his own work, did not leave; he remained on the Observation Platform.

This hepatic cystic disease is rare; having come, taking a little more time to watch broadens one's horizons, which is good.

But he never expected to actually see such a bizarre Shou Bing.

He could tell that the later-on-stage Zheng Lao Ban was conducting a teaching Shou Bing, guiding Professor Yang to proceed with the Shou Bing.

Although it was guidance, the speed was not slow at all; it could even be said to be quite fast.

This young guy is capable! The Urology Department chief felt moved.

High level, yet not ostentatious; he came up and directly took the assistant's position. Previously, thinking he acting as an assistant was very arrogant, but now seeing it, he is low-key, damn low-key, right?

The Shou Bing was done well, yet low-key, not showing off; it's hard for people not to feel favorable.

Shou Bing is done well, yet is low-key, unshowy, making it hard for people not to feel favorable.

The Urology Department chief watched and watched, even feeling some regret; it would be great if this person went into urology.

If that's really the case, even if it means tearing face with Old Kong, we must snatch this young guy away.

Thinking of this, he froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.

What on earth am I thinking?!

He's not just a lackey under Director Kong; he's someone who brought a Nobel Prize project and parachuted into 912 Hospital.

Even Director Kong would probably have to be polite to this young person. With such ability, wherever he goes he'd be supported like an elder; even if domestically he's sidelined by seniority, going to the Mayo Clinic he'd still have a place.

He's a great expert; one cannot think of him as just a junior doctor because he's young.

The Urology Department chief shook his head, a pity.

Old Kong, that guy's luck is really not ordinary good.

Old Kong, that guy, his luck is really not just ordinary good.

"Teacher Yang, this side." A voice broke the silence on the operating table.

Zheng Ren's hemostatic forceps rested on the blunt scissors, blocking one of Professor Yang's movements.

"Hmm?"

"Teacher Yang, your view on that side is blocked; beneath the blunt scissors there is a tiny artery—if cut, it would be troublesome. Tilt your wrist 15°, approach from this side." Zheng Ren said.

This was the first time Zheng Ren communicated with Professor Yang about the surgery after stepping onto the operating table.

Generally, if the surgeon and assistant have similar skill levels, this kind of communication is frequent. Especially when facing a high-difficulty Shou Bing, they communicate with each other to find a suitable method.

However, Zheng Ren's words…

Like a senior doctor, full of confidence and… dignity.

Although polite, it was not open to question.

Professor Yang truly seemed like a student again, with no doubts, continuing the Shou Bing according to Zheng Ren's words.

Reach out, clamp the suture with the forceps, ligate.

A slightly thick tiny artery was ligated and severed; the operating field was clean, as if that tiny artery had never existed.

Those watching the Shou Bing nearby were shocked in their hearts—what on earth is happening?!