Chapter 826: with translation of title line [1] (which is

814 With mother around, it's a home.

"Used to it." Zheng Ren didn't feel anything; his wrist twitched slightly, shaking out a cigarette, which the man hastily clamped between his lips, then fished out a lighter and lit it for Zheng Ren.

"Doctor, can my mother's illness be cured, right?" the man asked somewhat gruffly.

"Yes. Although there is risk, compared to the benefits of surgery, the risk is bearable." Zheng Ren said: "If the surgery isn't done, portal venous pressure will keep rising, like a time bomb. Moreover, refractory ascites is also hard to resolve; now the body is good, vomiting blood once can be endured. When a large amount of protein seeps out, malnutrition sets in, vascular healing ability is poor; estimated that if vomiting blood occurs again, the person would barely survive."

"Then let's do it! Doctor, you say 100,000 yuan enough or not?" the man said through gritted teeth.

Looks like 100,000 yuan is his psychological limit.

Nowadays everyone uses electronic payments; hardly anyone uses cash. Just now Zheng Ren saw him still taking money out of his wallet to give to someone.

Zheng Ren guessed this man's wallet was flat, and it's true. Besides, his Alipay, WeChat wallet, and credit cards have hardly any money.

"Go home and sell the house?" Zheng Ren fell silent for a few seconds, then quietly asked.

"Mm, sell!" the man was making a very difficult decision; Zheng Ren had opened the topic, and he blurted it out subconsciously.

After saying that, he immediately came to his senses, feeling embarrassed, his face darkened.

"Sigh." Zheng Ren also sighed.

"Doctor, I know I shouldn't ask this." The man hesitated, then asked, "Is the surgery going to be performed by you as the chief surgeon?"

"Mm, I'll be the chief surgeon." Zheng Ren nodded.

"If you can save a bit, please trouble yourself to save some." The man nodded and bowed, his voice tiny like a mosquito's buzz; Zheng Ren could see he really cared about saving face.

But in this world there are always things worth more than face, right? For the old lady's illness, he "did not hesitate" to bend over and beg Zheng Ren.

"On my end I actually have a way that could save a lot of money, though it hasn't been actually implemented yet; I'll try to push it forward. But you're not well-off either, how did you come all the way to Di Du?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Thank you, thank you." The man repeatedly thanked, then sighed, "Doctor, you said a home is where mother is present. If mother isn't there, is it still called a home?"

Zheng Ren let out a breath; hearing that made him feel especially uncomfortable inside.

"My mother dotes on me; I didn't realize it when I was young, but I do now. But I have many fair-weather friends on my side, and I'm too concerned with face to change. However, this matter is different; I'm thinking of hiring a girl to pretend to be my fiancée, so my mother can rest easy." The man said anxiously, the cigarette between his fingers trembling slightly.

"But just now my mother saw her and immediately said she didn't want to be hospitalized, wanted to go home, and was arranging for me to get married. I wanted to put the old lady's mind at ease, but it backfired..." The man was especially troubled.

Although he cared about face, once the truth came out there was nothing left to hide; he directly told Zheng Ren everything, treating him as a confidant.

Zheng Ren patted his shoulder to comfort him a bit.

Such a "whimsical idea"—I don't know how he came up with it. This guy is really straightforward.

But anyway, that sentence just now moved Zheng Ren.

"Like this, I'll get in touch and also need to do one examination. Then I'll take your mother for the surgery, tentatively scheduled for tomorrow. As for expenses, I'll save as much as I can. If there's anything else, I'll let you know. How does that sound?" Zheng Ren asked.

Okay, okay.

Zheng Ren took a deep drag of his cigarette, pinched out the half-smoked butt, and tossed it into the ashtray.

Back in the Intervention Department, Zheng Ren immediately called Su Yun.

The phone hadn't even rung once before the other end picked up.

Su Yun, this guy, always has his phone in hand. When he was on a mission in the south without a phone, it almost drove him crazy, nearly causing depression.

"Su Yun, how's the coordination for the surgery live broadcast going?" Zheng Ren didn't bother with pleasantries, and he and Su Yun usually don't exchange them either.

"In progress, what's up? Why the rush?" Su Yun asked.

"There's a patient in the gastroenterology department suitable for TIPS surgery. But the patient's family has no money; I'm thinking if we can make it in time, we'll just do it for them this time."

Yo, boss, you're being charitable?

It's a live broadcast; everything is for the Nobel Prize.

Cut the crap, I got it. Manager Feng is still hospitalized recovering; the person temporarily handling this on the Changfeng side will be able to arrive shortly, I'll take care of it.

Alright, then I'll hang up… wait a sec! Zheng Ren suddenly remembered the patient needs a magnetic resonance diffusion test, and hurriedly said.

But by the time he spoke, the other end had already hung up.

Their typing speed is over 400; speaking is definitely not as fast as hanging up the phone.

Helpless, Zheng Ren had no choice but to call Su Yun back.

Su Yun's line was busy; his execution ability is too strong, sometimes it's annoying. Zheng Ren didn't hang up, just waited with the line ringing.

Soon, the other end picked up.

Boss, you can't explain everything at once? Su Yun said.

…… Zheng Ren originally wanted Director Chu's phone number, but then thought, that would be courting death; he should just go himself.

It's fine, I'll go directly to find Director Chu. You keep busy on your end; send me a WeChat message if there's any news. Zheng Ren said, then hung up without hesitation.

Boss, what are you busy with? Feel like you've pissed off Zhang Guang? The professor looked at Zheng Ren and asked strangely.

Fugui'er, preparing the surgery live broadcast. Zheng Ren said.

…… Professor Rudolf Wagner blinked, "Is there a big conference?"

No, it's a website live broadcast; we want to make it routine to promote TIPS surgery. Zheng Ren said.

Boss, you're simply overconfident! The professor was speechless for a while, then finally managed to say this.

Surgery live broadcast—is it something you can just do if you want to?

Even if the skill is high enough, that still isn't enough; the key is who dares to guarantee every surgery will succeed!

Once it fails, this live broadcast will be recorded by someone with an agenda. Later, whenever an academic dispute arises, it will be brought out……to slap faces!

But Professor Rudolf Wagner wanted to advise Zheng Ren, yet at the crucial moment he swallowed his words back.

The boss is so awesome; what does he need someone to micromanage for?

The professor thought that.

Fugui'er, I'm going to the CT room for a bit; you keep an eye on things. Zheng Ren said.

Should I go with you?

No need.

Zheng Ren directly refused Professor Rudolf Wagner's request. He was going to see Director Chu to handle something, which was asking someone for a favor—why bring a German professor along? He was just making things uncomfortable for himself.

Although Zheng Ren had contact with Director Chu when he first came to Di Du, Zheng Renye also confirmed that Director Chu felt favorably toward him—but what does that matter?

A few days ago, Zheng Ren visited the heads of all relevant departments in the hospital, but Director Chu wasn't home, so he missed him.

These past few days he returned, and just as he was about to go to that stall, he ran into this matter.

Forget it, better go ask someone for help.

Zheng Ren steeled himself and rushed to CT Shi.