Chapter 823: with translation of chapter title

What the hell is the Super Lotto? Zheng Ren was a bit puzzled.

But the system is just a Big Pig Trotter, never explaining anything in detail. 【Rebuild】 is like that, and now it's come up with a Super Lotto. A lottery? Is the prize in RMB or euros? Zheng Ren figures it's probably a passive skill, like Luck and Rebuild.

Returning to Golden Palm, Chang Yue was feeling down today, so Zheng Ren and Su Yun didn't go upstairs, just went back to wash up and sleep.

He slept peacefully through the night, and the next morning Zheng Ren revived at full health and mana right where he was.

Injured on the front line, the resulting rib fracture has basically healed. Now only occasional intercostal neuralgia symptoms appear, otherwise no problems.

He opened his eyes, picked up his phone, and saw Xie Yiren's message.

She got up earlier, bought breakfast, and told Zheng Ren and Su Yun to get up and come upstairs to eat.

Zheng Ren looked at the message on his phone, the smile at the corner of his mouth sweet and sticky.

Even the chocolate mousse he ate last night couldn't compare to how sweet his smile is now.

After breakfast, he hurried off to work.

Today there's not much going on; postoperative patients still need to wait a few days for the second-stage surgery. This second-stage surgery has Zheng Ren worried sick. Without it, the patients could be discharged today or tomorrow.

But if they don't use a retrievable stent, postoperative complications will be troublesome, things like hepatic encephalopathy being even more difficult.

There's no perfect solution; between bed turnover rate and treating the disease, in the end they chose to place dual stents, and Zheng Ren had no good alternative.

However, Zheng Ren wasn't idle; he started pondering the main quest—Fame Under Heaven. It seems the Big Pig Trotter supports his doing surgery livestreams.

Super Lotto, what can you draw? Each treasure box yields nothing good; Zheng Ren isn't interested in these.

Focus on finishing the first stage; only by quickly reaching the final stage is it proper.

The reward for the final stage of the Intervention Department's crown jewel quest benefited Zheng Ren greatly.

Upon arriving at the Intervention Department, Peng Jia had dark circles under his eyes from early on, waiting at the entrance for who knows how long.

"Manager Peng, why are you here?" Zheng Ren said, somewhat surprised.

"Boss Zheng, the contract is drafted; please take a look." Peng Jia, though fatigued, felt relieved.

Whether it's surgery livestream or a Nobel Prize project, it will undoubtedly bring massive traffic to Xinglin Yuan.

Whether it can resurrect the dead will determine if it attracts third- and fourth-round investments, all hinging on him.

"Oh, you discuss it with Su Yun." Zheng Ren said: "After the lawyer reviews it, just having me glance at the final contract is enough."

Such a hands-off boss—doesn't he fear his subordinates deceiving him? Peng Jia was somewhat surprised, but he concealed it extremely well, so no one noticed.

That sharp-tongued, effeminate assistant is not someone easy to deal with.

He is shrewd to the extreme. Although he's a doctor, not a business elite, his grasp of people's psychology is spot-on; he seems to already know his own mental price, and in one go he names the price he can bear.

Peng Jia actually wanted Zheng Ren to negotiate in person; this Boss Zheng looks honest and simple, so he probably isn't that shrewd.

But Boss Zheng didn't engage at all, directly pushing everything onto Su Yun.

Su Yun said: "Boss, is everything okay in the department?"

"Nothing, go get busy." Zheng Ren smiled: "Hurry up and finish it, then rush to the surgery."

"Alright, when will the next batch of patients start?"

"Three to five days, mainly up to you." Zheng Ren has already minimized patients' hospital stays as much as possible, but the basic time can't be erased.

Su Yun nodded and left with Peng Jia.

Zheng Ren went to change clothes with a grin, clocked out early, and didn't notice Professor Zhao's expression, just making his rounds and reading on his own.

Such days are actually fine.

Just after finishing rounds, before Zheng Ren could find a sunny corner to sit and read, he heard someone calling him.

"What's up?"

"Boss Zheng, answer the phone!" the nurse outside said.

"Alright." Zheng Ren picked up the office extension phone and said: "Hello."

"Oh, Director Luo, hello hello."

"Alright, I'm heading up now."

Having said that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"Boss, what's up?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

"The Department of Hepatology says they've admitted a patient with portal hypertension, and they want me to see if surgery is suitable." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Professor Rudolf Wagner excitedly made a victory gesture.

The ice-breaking journey officially begins.

Breaking through the barrier of six hospital beds, if limited to this team or the Intervention Department, it's impossible. Zheng Ren faces solid ice, each step difficult.

To break the ice, we need the support of other department heads.

Actions like Director Luo's are exactly what Zheng Ren wants most.

After all, for patients with massive ascites to seek treatment, at least half… actually a large majority will go to the hepatology specialists.

Director Luo's chance to receive patients is several points higher than the Intervention Department's outpatient clinic.

Zheng Ren tidied his white coat and strode out of the Intervention Department.

After he left, Professor Zhao came to the nurse station and asked: "Who was looking for Boss Zheng just now?"

He smiled warmly, showing no hostility at all.

"It's Director Luo of the Hepatology Department." the nurse replied.

Professor Zhao's heart sank.

This fast, has little Boss Zheng already broken through? I feel like? I feel like I haven't even had a chance to do anything yet.

He masked his disappointment with a smile, slowly walked out of the Intervention Department's doors, preparing to perform surgery.

A fierce dragon crossing the river—this really is a fierce dragon, and a genuine one at that.

Zheng Ren hurried to the Department of Hepatology, smiling, and knocked on Director Luo's office door.

"Please Come In." The voice of Director Luo came from inside.

"Director Luo, Greeting." Zheng Ren entered the door, first bowed respectfully, then said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, no need to be polite, have a seat." Director Luo gestured for Zheng Ren to sit down, then asked: "The patient from a few days ago has been confirmed as mitochondrial encephalomyopathy."

"Hmm." Zheng Ren responded lightly.

Confirmed, it can be confirmed. However, limited by current molecular pathology and genetic levels, there is still no way to cure it completely.

Only through drug therapy, exercise therapy, and attention to diet can it be supplemented. That patient, Zheng Ren judged to be due to pyruvate dehydrogenase deficiency causing clinical symptoms, was given a ketogenic diet (low carbohydrates, high fat), which can increase the patient's mitochondrial biosynthesis and increase heterogeneity shifting toward wild-type mtDNA Transformation.

"Zheng Lao Ban, do you have any good suggestions?" Director Luo asked.

Zheng Ren repeated his opinion, he had been observing Director Luo's expression. Indeed, what he said was not particularly novel, obviously similar to the plan Director Luo had given.

Director Luo laughed and brushed past the matter, saying: "Yesterday I went out for a clinic, saw a patient with end-stage liver cirrhosis and portal hypertension, and admitted him. Before Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing, what examinations are needed?"

"The new TIPS Surgery requires a Nuclear Magnetic Resonance dispersion of the liver to determine the puncture point's location." Zheng Ren said.

"Nuclear Magnetic Resonance dispersion..." Director Luo said softly.