Chapter 793: 781 Teacher Zhao, thank you

781 Teacher Zhao, thank you

Shift change, surgery, this is the fixed process.

Professor Zhao only had one liver cancer interventional surgery today; after finishing, he changed clothes and went straight to the General Surgery Department.

He wanted to see how the patient with hepatic hydatid cyst and portal hypertension was doing now.

In Professor Zhao's view, this disease was basically untreatable.

He had looked at the images, just as he told his lover last night—the patient was already beyond help.

He wanted to see if Zheng Ren was young and hot-headed, really doing something.

If that were the case…… countless possibilities flashed through Professor Zhao's mind.

A hint of a smile hung on his lips.

Arriving at the General Surgery Department, the patient in the resuscitation room was not the girl with hepatic hydatid cyst; Professor Zhao became more convinced of his idea. Probably they hadn't rescued her, she died.

"Xiao Dong, where's Old Yang?" Seeing Dong Jia busy, Professor Zhao asked.

"Teacher Zhao, Old Yang went to the ICU." Dong Jia replied hurriedly.

"Do you have a critical patient?"

"It's still yesterday's hepatic hydatid cyst patient." Dong Jia said and was about to go; Old Yang had been squatting in the ICU guarding the critical patient since the shift change, only Dong Jia was in charge at home, busy as hell.

Professor Zhao's heart jolted—was that patient still alive?

Impossible!

Surely they were just keeping him alive with a ventilator in the ICU, not solving the real problem; if only a ventilator, how long could that last?

"Teacher Zhao, you go ahead, I still have things to do." Dong Jia greeted him and was about to leave.

Professor Zhao full of doubts, grabbed Dong Jia and asked: "Did you guys succeed in the rescue yesterday?"

Dong Jia's face was black as a pot bottom, yet she couldn't not answer Professor Zhao's question. Not talking about rank matters, the team‑leading professor of the Intervention Department couldn't touch her own affairs. But yesterday they had invited Boss Zheng to help—this is a favor.

"We still have to thank your help." Dong Jia said honestly: "Yesterday, after four departments coordinated surgery lasting seven and a half hours, the surgery finally succeeded."

"The surgery succeeded?" Professor Zhao was stunned.

"Yeah, the final autologous liver transplant. I checked this morning; the patient's condition is much better, estimated to be off the tube in three days." Dong Jia squeezed out a smile, looking at the chaotic ward, anxious.

"Why thank my help?" Professor Zhao asked in disbelief.

"Boss Zheng's surgery—we didn't know; without your reminder, who would know our Intervention Department's Boss Zheng actually came from General Surgery? That surgery was done beautifully!" Dong Jia described the surgery from last night till early this morning, her eyebrows dancing.

"……" Professor Zhao was dazed.

"We used the neurosurgery department's microscope to do the biliary micro‑anastomosis; this morning I looked, the drainage bag hardly had any bile, hardly any blood."

"……"

"Old Yang is regretting there, saying yesterday's surgery video turned out well, can be used as a teaching case later. Those who can do autologous liver transplant to that degree are truly few. Anyway Old Yang says he definitely can't. That's the highest‑difficulty surgery in Hepatobiliary Surgery, the highest!"

"……" Professor Zhao speechless, watching Dong Jia's animated description of last night's surgery, each sentence like a slap across his face.

Diagnosis was fine, but the disease I thought untreatable was solved by Zheng Ren?!

This is a matter of skill.

"Um…… Teacher Zhao, I'll go get busy first, home is really swamped. Patient is stable, Old Yang said he'll come back at noon to do surgery, I…… " Dong Jia kept begging off.

Professor Zhao nodded, dazedly walked out of the General Surgery Department.

Done? Recovery good?

Autologous liver transplant?

Boss Zheng, an Intervention Department doctor, did this?

Before, Professor Zhao had heard people say this young Boss Zheng was a General Surgery graduate; his assistant was from Thoracic Surgery.

But he didn't take it seriously.

Doctors, crossing specialties, finally achieving great feats—there are such people.

But…… you can actually do an autologous liver transplant and still come to Intervention Department to do fuck‑all!

He felt a bit dazed, subconsciously walked all the way to the ICU without taking the elevator, climbing the fire escape passage.

When he came to, he found himself standing at the ICU door.

…… Professor Zhao gave a wry smile, having come all this way, might as well take a look.

Walking into the ICU, Professor Zhao instantly saw yesterday's hepatic hydatid cyst patient. Old Yang sat by the bed, looking somewhat tired.

Seeing him come in, Old Yang immediately stood up, smiling, walked over.

Professor Zhao was stunned.

"Old Zhao, thanks!" Old Yang slapped his shoulder hard, saying.

"Uh…… no need to be polite." Professor Zhao responded dazedly.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know little Boss Zheng could still do General Surgery." Old Yang excitedly took Professor Zhao's arm to the patient's bedside, "Look, vital signs are basically stable, airway pressure not high, drainage volume even less."

"……" Professor Zhao cursed inwardly, what's he showing off for?

But seeing Old Yang's excited expression, he knew this guy wasn't intentionally slapping his face, but sincerely expressing gratitude.

"Little Boss Zheng's surgery was damn awesome. Yesterday I was the main surgeon, he assisted. Doing it felt like flying!" Old Yang reminisced about the smooth first half of yesterday's surgery, speaking sincerely.

Showing off, you keep showing off, Professor Zhao felt low.

"Look at the drainage……" Old Yang didn't notice the awkward smile on this colleague's face, pulled him to look at the abdominal drainage bag.

"Hardly any bile drainage, Old Zhao, you know what that means? This is autologous liver transplant; the hardest part is massive postoperative bile secretion, causing the patient……"

Old Yang chattered on excitedly, expressing thanks.

Yet seeing with his own eyes yesterday's patient he judged as beyond help, now vital signs preliminarily restored, Professor Zhao couldn't hear a word.

His mood felt a bit strange.

The patient being saved is naturally good, but little Boss Zheng……

"You can't say that, the four departments jointly performing Shou Bing is everyone's achievement." Professor Zhao quickly interrupted, said.

"Professor Zhao, don't be modest like that." Professor Yang thought he was being polite, laughed and said: "The urology Shou Bing, indeed they did it themselves, but little Zheng Lao Ban's assistant said, kidney segment cut, if something goes wrong, your Intervention Department is responsible for embolization hemostasis. And the thoracic and vascular Shou Bing, were all Zheng Lao Ban's assistant going on stage to help. As for us general surgery, let alone mention."

"……" Professor Zhao continued to be speechless.

"Thank you, thank you!" Professor Yang was flustered, basically didn't notice Professor Zhao's change in expression, "Another day I'll treat you to a meal, I have to go on stage."