Chapter 792: line with translation of chapter title

At 7:40, Zheng Ren was woken up by his coworker going to work.

Although Director Kong was not at home, the usual handover proceeded as normal, and then the surgery began.

Professor Zhao was overseeing work from home; his look at Zheng Ren was quite complex. He didn't provoke this young master, just let each attend to their own affairs.

Watching the TIPS surgery patient being pushed onto the table, Professor Zhao felt a sigh. Though he himself was in his prime middle generation, before he could even eye the position of Head of Intervention Department 912, the younger people below had already begun to catch up…

It wasn't that the young people were catching up; rather, they had left him so far behind that he couldn't even see them, and the one who needed to catch up was himself.

Professor Zhao was unconvinced, holding his breath, wanting to directly confront Zheng Ren.

TIPS surgery? I can do that too! He silently thought to himself.

Zheng Ren didn't know what others were thinking, and there was no need for him to know.

Wu Xiaomei and Zhou Jinxi had arrived early in the morning, but Zheng Ren told them to wait until after the surgery to talk. Private work is private work; if there's time, you can do it casually. But the precondition is not to delay the main duties.

Although both are about treating and saving lives, they are not the same.

Only three patients needed the second-stage TIPS surgery; they went on the table, the retrievable stent was taken out, they went off the table, and the surgery went extremely smoothly.

If it were yesterday, Zheng Ren would still have to be a bit more cautious.

But after acquiring the passive ability 【Reconstruction】, Zheng Ren only needed to glance at the image, and a three-dimensional structure would appear in his mind.

How to extract the retrievable stent, which blood vessels to avoid, how to apply force at a particularly difficult spot, the angle—everything was clear at a glance.

Such a passive ability is truly convenient.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was somewhat surprised, but then he acted as if nothing had happened.

For the Boss to perform surgery, smoothness is expected; problems arise only when it's not smooth. This way of thinking about the problem is correct.

It's just that the surgery was too smooth, which made the professor unaccustomed. No problem, he'll gradually get used to it.

After the third patient's procedure, the professor had little Oliver send the patient back, he took off his lead clothing, and asked: "Boss, any instructions for tomorrow's TIPS surgery?"

"No, just proceed normally." Zheng Ren said: "When will the nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion images be back?"

"This afternoon."

Zheng Ren hesitated a bit, then said: "Then I'll have time tonight to first look through the images."

"Mm." The professor said: "Boss, six patients— the number is not enough."

"It's fine, it'll get better." Zheng Ren also had no idea, so he could only placate the professor.

But the professor didn't detect the perfunctoriness in Zheng Ren's words; he smiled and nodded. To the professor, everything Zheng Ren said was correct.

After changing clothes, Zheng Ren came to the operating room, with Su Yun having a form placed in front of her.

The form recorded the patient's data, which is necessary for research. Zheng Ren also didn't pay much attention; when it came to research, Su Yun was indeed more suited than him.

Since childhood he has had the heart to win a Nobel Prize, even studying the obscure Swedish language; what could he possibly not be able to do?

Although he might only be the third author, Zheng Ren knows that Su Yun will certainly treat this opportunity as training, then wait for her own opportunity.

Whether it's a heart transplant, Zheng Ren doesn't know; perhaps there could be a larger project, but given Su Yun's ability, it's highly likely.

"Boss." Su Yun saw Zheng Ren walk in, didn't stand up, sat in her chair shaking the form, and said: "The surgical volume is insufficient; we need to speed up."

"I know."

Chang Yue asked twice, when are you going down?

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded, "Su Yun, contact them, let's see…" Zheng Ren felt increasingly guilty as he spoke, because he really wasn't familiar with 912.

The ultrasound side has already been contacted; Director Qi said if you need to find him, he'll assist you with the puncture.

"Director Qi?" Zheng Ren hadn't imagined calling upon such a great authority. In his imagination, finding an ultrasound machine to perform the puncture, with the ability to send intraoperative frozen sections, would be enough.

You weren't so sure yesterday that it was a chest cholesterol granuloma, were you? Director Qi studied your ultrasound image you made, and is curious about your judgment." Su Yun blew a breath, her black hair fluttering in front of her forehead, "Boss, this is the time to test your mettle."

…… Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun; this guy always compares everything, this character truly is competitive to a certain extent.

However, what Su Yun said was also not wrong.

Is this good luck or bad luck? Zheng Ren can't say. But he is confident in his diagnosis; if Director Qi wants to look, let's do it together—it's no big deal.

"Are you going or not?"

"Not going." Su Yun answered bluntly, "I want to go home and sleep; I said I'd sleep three days and three nights, but last night I was busy again, I really don't want to drop dead."

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded, "Then you help me contact Director Qi; from there on, you can go home directly. Have you prepared the forms and records for tomorrow's surgery patients?"

"Already done long ago; for me this little task is nothing at all." Su Yun paused a moment, about to say she was a flawless assistant.

But as the words reached her lips, she recalled Zheng Ren's procedure as assistant in the early morning.

That was truly flawless.

Su Yun felt a bit bored, stood up, took the form, placed it into a blue file box, and handed it to the professor.

"I and the Boss will go do a minor surgery; you go down yourself." Su Yun said.

"Yun Ge'er, can't the Boss devote all his energy to TIPS surgery?" The professor was quite unwilling.

"Fugui'er, how old are you?" Su Yun's train of thought was quite strange, she asked from a bizarre angle.

"48, half buried in the ground." Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

Su Yun stared at the professor in astonishment, his long blond hair hanging down, very artistic. He was sure the professor didn't know what 'half buried in the ground' meant, but Su Yun still smiled a little.

"You're at Heidelberg University—doesn't everyone know you? But the Boss is only 29, just arrived here, nobody knows him, beds are few; if we don't get people to recognize him through various means, how can the research project proceed smoothly?"

Professor Rudolf Wagner thought for a moment; indeed, that's the case.

"Yun Ge'er, you're right." The professor said, "Then you go get busy; I'll prepare tomorrow's surgery patients. Boss, once the images are done, I'll leave you a WeChat message."

"Huh? Fugui'er, when did you set up WeChat?"

"These past few days, hey Boss, I sent you a friend request, you haven't accepted yet."

Zheng Ren had no idea about this; he took out his phone, glanced twice, and saw a WeChat ID application called 【Golden Wheat Field】.

"Is this you?"

"Mm, Boss, hurry up and accept." The professor said.