Chapter 799: with translation of chapter title

787 I can't get used to it, and I can't get rid of it.

"Old Zhao, your Zheng Lao Ban is not bad. A patient who had a spleen transplant, he and I hit it off." Yang Rui said with a chuckle, and then stabbed a knife into Professor Zhao's heart.

"Hehe, that's right, that's right." Professor Zhao could only give a dry laugh, shifted his body slightly, letting Yang Rui leave.

Hurry up and leave, it's an eyesore.

But Yang Rui was really a bit excited inside, he asked softly: "Director Kong's eye for talent is truly unmatched!"

"……"

"I heard Zheng Lao Ban was poached from Hai Cheng by him?" Yang Rui praised: "This eye for talent is truly vicious. As they say, old ginger is spicy; if only earlier..."

Professor Zhao really didn't want to listen any further, he forced out an ugly smile, gave a random excuse, and then walked in.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Zheng Ren head-on.

A man left the office ahead of Zheng Ren, holding the film; he looked like the family member of the spleen transplant patient that Yang Rui mentioned.

Professor Zhao stepped aside to let the middle-aged man pass, wanting to speed up. Meeting Zheng Ren face-to-face was really awkward.

Young and just arrived, he snatched a bed for himself—this is stealing money!

How many years have I toiled, how many connections have I made, just to lead a team in 912 with a few beds! This young whippersnapper, what gives Director Kong the right to favor him so much, forcibly taking one bed from each of the four team-leading professors!

But he didn't expect that the patient's family member, after leaving, didn't go away but turned around and bowed deeply to Zheng Lao Ban standing at the door.

This blocked half the corridor; Professor Zhao had no choice but to stop.

"Teacher Zheng, thank you, thank you, I'll bring my loved one over when I go back." The middle-aged man said sincerely: "You're right; this time I came, it was lucky to meet you, otherwise I estimate I'd still be running between Di Du and Modu for a few months, and still wouldn't have made up my mind."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." Zheng Ren smiled gently and said.

The middle-aged man exchanged a few more polite remarks before leaving respectfully.

"Professor Zhao, have you finished the surgery?" Zheng Ren greeted Professor Zhao, put on a smile, nodded, then went to change clothes.

Professor Zhao watched Zheng Ren's back, feeling a sense of blockage in his heart.

Young man, truly arrogant… no, he greeted me and kept smiling. Professor Zhao instantly felt gloomy, couldn't stand Zheng Ren yet couldn't do anything about him—this feeling…

"Boss, the films are done, take a look!" Professor Rudolf Wagner suddenly shouted.

The shout startled Professor Zhao.

Zheng Ren said: "Fugui'er, don't shout in the hospital."

"Mm. Boss, come take a look at the films." The professor replied with a chuckle.

"Have the films for all three patients come back?"

"They've all come back."

Zheng Ren returned to the office and began examining the films of tomorrow's surgery patients one by one.

The 912 beds have become tense to a certain extent; it's already good if preoperative patients can stay for one or two days. Moreover, the patients' Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion must be done in the outpatient clinic; if done after admission, bed turnover would be greatly affected. The project has just started; if the process is familiar, outpatient visits will definitely have patients undergo Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion before being admitted. Unlike now, we have to get Shen Boshi to find someone and squeeze in the time after work to do it.

Just like that, outside patients still need to wait several months before they can be admitted.

There's no way around it; nationwide difficult and complex diseases have all converged in Di Du and Modu, and there are only a few top-tier tertiary hospitals.

Professor Zhao watched Zheng Ren resting his chin on his hand while looking at the films, snorted in disgust, turned and left.

Zheng Ren felt no hostility from Professor Zhao; he intently examined the films.

At this point, the liver's Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion looked completely different from before in Hai Cheng—another world altogether.

Before, one had to think and reconstruct it in the mind. Many spots were hard to gauge, requiring repeated viewing many times before one could roughly estimate two or three points, then proceed to the next step of screening.

Although each time went smoothly, the time spent reading films and thinking was long. Moreover, the success rate could reach 100%; Zheng Ren estimated it had something to do with Luck Value.

Every choice was correct.

Nowadays, Zheng Ren just takes a glance, and the brain immediately sketches the image relationship between the liver's portal vein and hepatic vein; the surgical approach and puncture point instantly appear.

It's truly no difficulty anymore, Zheng Ren sighed.

The change is truly huge.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned for a moment; he somewhat didn't understand, and asked cautiously: "Boss, does this film have a problem?"

Zheng Ren also doubted for a second, then understood the professor's meaning.

He smiled and said: "It's fine. Fugui'er, take a look at where this patient's surgical puncture point is."

The professor immediately began examining the Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion carefully.

"Happy Treasure, have you studied Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion films?" Zheng Ren saw Little Oliver constantly cooperating with Chang Yue on tedious clinical work, diligent and hardworking, not saying much, so he casually asked.

"Um..." Little Oliver stared for a moment, then said: "I've studied it, but my level is average."

"You come take a look too." Zheng Ren waved.

Chang Yue wasn't particularly interested in surgery, but Little Oliver was different. He followed the professor, ultimately aiming to learn surgery and treatment.

He cautiously approached, analyzing this Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion image according to the process he had learned.

After a few minutes, the professor cautiously pointed at the film with his pen.

"Boss, it's here."

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded, then turned his head to look at Little Oliver.

Seeing him still clueless, Zheng Ren had an idea—this method of determining puncture points via Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion is still too cumbersome.

Like Professor Rudolf Wagner, a top-tier expert, would need several minutes to figure it out. Young Professor Gao Shaojie would need weeks of study. What about an ordinary person?

Someone like Little Oliver, a young doctor, simply cannot master it in a short time.

With time to think of a solution, Zheng Ren began to ponder.

The professor stared for a moment; seeing Zheng Ren silent, he thought he had misspoken. After hesitating a few seconds, he asked softly: "Boss, did I say something wrong?"

"No, it's right here." Zheng Ren said: "I'm thinking about something else."

"What's up, Boss?"

"I'm thinking about simplifying the method for judging Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion; otherwise, not enough people can master this technique." Zheng Ren felt it a bit difficult, frowned and said.

Professor Rudolf Wagner froze.

What is a Technique barrier? Once mastered, the harder and more complex, the better!

The Enhancement-raised threshold makes this Technique a watershed, showcasing one's Technique strength.

The medical industry is like this, and other industries are the same.

Only through monopoly can there be high profits and returns.

Even when upgrading Technique, one must keep it hidden, wait for pursuers to catch up, then calmly roll out the updated Technique, making the pursuers pay a high cost without gaining returns.

This is the most ordinary practice, and also the most common practice.