Chapter 83

"Yo, here it comes." Su Yun seemed to have expected it, always waiting for the news.

He immediately hung up his phone and stood up. Strangely, the White Coat he wore was straight and crisp, without a single wrinkle.

Not at all effeminate, full of heroic spirit.

"I guess the Shou Bing is difficult; I'll go take a look." Zheng Ren said.

"Let's go together, let's go together." Su Yunxing eagerly went out of the Jizhenbingfang with Zheng Ren, one after the other, heading straight to the Operating Room on the third floor.

At that very moment, the system's emotionless female voice appeared in Zheng Ren's ear.

【General mission: a colleague's request for help.】

Mission content: help a colleague complete a Shou Bing.

Mission rewards: 100 Skill, 5000 Experience Points. Additionally, depending on the Shou Bing completion degree, there are different rewards of colleagues' admiration.

Mission time: 5 hours.】

Huh? A mission!

Rescuing the platform can also trigger a mission? Zheng Ren felt somewhat satisfied; if he did it himself, it would just be an ordinary surgery.

However, Su Yun is incredibly annoying, always sticking by my side, impossible to shake off. I don't know how many girls envy Zheng Ren, but he feels nothing himself.

That's fine; Zheng Ren isn't gay.

Forget Su Yun; as he walked, Zheng Ren pondered the mission.

Among the mission rewards, there is colleagues' admiration; I don't know what that is.

Whatever it is, I don't know now, but after completing the Shou Bing I'll know.

After changing into the Surgical gown, entering the Operating Room, Zheng Ren positioned himself behind the surgeon Director Sun to observe.

"Little Zheng, scrub up, get on stage." Director Sun was sweating profusely, anxious. Seeing Zheng Ren finally arrive, he didn't bother with pleasantries and quickly said.

At the sight of the bloody abdominal cavity, Zheng Ren knew what situation Director Sun had encountered.

Su Yun glanced at the patient's surgical area, then at Zheng Ren; seeing his expression unchanged, he felt moved and followed Zheng Ren to scrub up.

Zheng Ren didn't know Su Yun's intention and didn't want to say anything. Su Yun's sharp-tongued remarks left an impression on Zheng Ren no less than his good looks.

Arguing with him is pointless; better not to say anything.

Wash hands, put on the surgical gown, Zheng Ren Gang is about to stand in the first assistant's position, Director Sun said: "Xiao Zheng, come here."

Saying that, he drove away the second assistant standing beside him and himself took the second assistant's position.

Zheng Ren hesitated a moment, but then he was no longer polite.

The patient's abdomen is already opened, do they still need to stand on ceremony for ten minutes?

Su Yun also wasn't polite; she put on the surgical gown on the bed, put on sterile gloves, walked to the first assistant's side, and coldly said: "Aren't you preparing to step down?"

"……"

The first assistant is the Inpatient Chief of the General Surgery Second Department; he was still slandering Director Sun for giving Zheng Renrang a spot, never expecting that he himself would be sprayed.

Just as he was about to retort, he looked up and saw Director Sun's gaze fixed on him.

He immediately wimped out, turned and left, angrily taking off his gloves, standing at the patient's head side, occupying the advantageous spot on the observation platform.

Shou Bing is not something everyone can do, but who can't pick faults?

He was full of resentment, eyes wide open, ready to pick faults.

The Xinglin Yuan live broadcast room opened the moment Zheng Ren took the surgeon's position, and the broadcast began.

Recently, more and more people have been noticing this live broadcast room of Xinglin Yuan. A figure of ten thousand or so is quite a large number for Xinglin Yuan, but spread across the country, a single hospital might not even average one person.

Several seconds later, several hundred doctors from across the country entered the live broadcast website.

【The great god's recent live broadcasts haven't been difficult; I don't know what today's live broadcast content will be.】

【International convention: before watching, urge for updates.】

【I've watched the Shou Bing from the past few days a hundred times over, feeling my Shou Bing level has surged.】

After making a few jokes, the doctors who entered the live broadcast room saw the picture clearly. They're all old hands in the circle; upon seeing this opening scene, most people instantly knew what had happened.

【Tears streaming down my face, I can finally see the great god perform a high‑difficulty Shou Bing.】

【Is this what they call "saving the table"? I feel sympathy for the surgeon.】

【Sympathy? Others have people to save the table; when you run into this situation, just close the abdomen and wait to explain to the family. If the family are reasonable, it's fine; if they're unreasonable… I dare not imagine.】

【That's right; last year our hospital had a similar incident. Later the family hung banners in the hospital outpatient area, saying the doctors lacked medical ethics and were reckless with human life.】

Seeing this situation, from discussing the condition all the way to complaining, it seemed as if they wanted to vent all their pent‑up frustration.

"Saving the table" is a term used in the Shou Bing department.

When a certain Shou Bing encounters an unknown difficulty, the surgeon will seek someone from within the hospital or from another hospital with higher skill to complete the Shou Bing.

Of course, one can also find someone of comparable skill, and on the table everyone discusses how to proceed.

Some extreme cases of saving the table, for example, Huaxi cardiothoracic surgery had a complex pediatric cardiac deformity Shou Bing; upon opening the chest cavity they were stunned. Later they flew in the cardiothoracic surgery director from a certain hospital in Di Du to Huaxi to participate in the Shou Bing.

The director of Huaxi cardiothoracic surgery is of top‑tier domestic standard, with no essential difference from the professors in Di Du. The two of them discussed it together and only after a full fourteen hours did they manage to complete the Shou Bing.

Similar legends are not uncommon in every hospital.

As soon as everyone saw the scene of saving the table appear in the live broadcast room, their hearts began to swell with excitement.

【Is this the greater omentum and the transverse colon stuck together? How did it become one big lump!】

【Brother Ren, you've got sharp eyes—where did you see that it's the transverse colon?】

【It's stuck like this, yet you still want to do a thread‑bare Shou Bing? Just close the abdomen. I say this Shou Bing—even the great god couldn't pull it off.】

【Expressing concern, the adhesions are severe; once torn, intestinal contents would spill into the abdomen, causing secondary infection… The more I talk, the more frightened I get—if I were in this situation right now, I'd just close the abdomen.】

Everyone here knows the field; just how difficult the Shou Bing is needs no further explanation.

The anatomical structure is so unclear that one can't even tell which part is being operated on.

But looking at the incision site, comparing the distance between the head side… roughly judging it should be an upper‑abdomen Shou Bing—involving the gallbladder, pancreas, liver, etc.

Almost everyone thought the same way: if one encountered adhesions this severe, there was probably only one option—give up.

On the operating table, Zheng Ren observed for a few seconds, then reached out with his right hand.

He wanted the blunt scissors, but after waiting a few seconds, his hand remained empty.

Tsk… Xie Yiren would be better.

"Blunt scissors." Zheng Ren said.

"Oh." The nurse preparing the suture for closing the abdomen judged, by her eye, that the next step could not possibly be carried out.

Yet Zheng Ren actually wanted the blunt scissors—something even Director Sun couldn't handle—and he still wanted to try? Truly, the ignorant are fearless.

But since the surgeon had a need, she immediately found the blunt scissors and slapped them into Zheng Ren's hand.

The force was too great, lacking Xie Yiren's gentleness; such a thought flashed through Zheng Ren's subconscious.

The thought came and went in an instant; holding the blunt scissors, Zheng Ren began blunt dissection.

One hand, one pair of scissors—no need for any assistant. He reversed the scissors, using the blunt tips to separate the adhesions' surface mucosa, opened a gap, then began blunt separation with his fingers.

"Little Zheng, easy, easy." Zheng Ren's movements made Director Sun's heart pound with alarm.

This young man is too rash.