Chapter 834: 821 Google Live-streaming Glasses

Zheng Ren worried Chang Yue might be in danger, so he left Fugui'er there. With the professor present, they definitely wouldn't start a fight. As long as no fight broke out, giving Chang Yue a few minutes to persuade the patient's family, Zheng Ren still had considerable confidence in Chang Yue.

Arriving at the nuclear magnetic resonance room, the previous patient got off, several people helped the elderly woman lie on the examination bed, then they left the room.

"Zheng Lao Ban, should you come or should I?" Liang Boshi asked respectfully.

"You do it, it's just a nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion, nothing special." Zheng Ren said.

"All right." Liang Boshi gladly accepted.

Although older than Zheng Ren, in his mind Zheng Lao Ban was already a senior doctor. Zheng Ren's tone of speech was also fine.

The nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion didn't take long, no injection needed, and it ended after over twenty minutes.

After finishing, Liang Boshi directly printed out a film and handed it to Zheng Ren.

As for the normal procedures to issue a report, they still had to wait for time.

"Thank you." Zheng Ren said, holding the film.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you're being polite." Liang Boshi said: "The director said, if there's anything on this side, just look for me; if I can't solve it, go find him."

"All right, then I'll definitely trouble you in the future."

"No problem."

After exchanging a few polite words, Zheng Ren took the patient out of the nuclear magnetic resonance room.

He was a bit absent‑minded; although he had confidence in Chang Yue, what if it didn't work?

All the way, he walked carefully, as if treading thin ice, truly indescribable hardship. Assuming Chang Yue couldn't persuade the patient's family, then he could only seek another way.

Trying to break the situation quickly really left no good options.

Zheng Ren knew the patient's family were the stubborn sort who cared about face, preferring to gnaw cold steamed buns in private rather than lower their heads in public.

Doing the patient‑family work for the first surgery live broadcast was this difficult; hoping Chang Yue had no problem. Perhaps his own luck +16 was actually the greatest trump card.

The operating room wasn't far from the hall; Liang Boshi pushed the patient, sending Zheng Ren and the professor to the hall.

In his anxiety, Zheng Ren saw the scene he most hoped for.

Chang Yue and the patient's family sat on chairs, talking and laughing, with no argument or glares. The man's fierce expression had faded considerably as he chatted with Chang Yue.

"Um… is it settled?"

Zheng Ren gave Chang Yue a look.

Chang Yue's hand on the other side of the patient's family twitched slightly, giving Zheng Ren a victory sign.

Done! For Chang Yue, this kind of thing really wasn't difficult.

Zheng Ren felt relieved; as for how Chang Yue had settled it, with the patient'sfamily present he didn't ask for the moment.

After exchanging a few polite words with Liang Boshi, the patient's son pushed the wheelchair, and Zheng Ren began to explain the pre‑operative precautions.

Actually the patient didn't need to do anything; just fasting before the operation was enough. As for after, the new TIPS surgery could maximally avoid the occurrence of hepatic encephalopathy; normally there would be no problem.

Finally they set it for eight o'clock tomorrow morning, letting the patient's family come find Chang Yue to sign, then they could go on stage. The fierce‑looking man just laughed and agreed, and he seemed much brighter overall.

Zheng Ren, Professor Rudolf Wagner, and Chang Yue returned to the Intervention Department Doctor's office.

After inserting the film, the professor examined it carefully; Zheng Ren already knew where to insert the needle, and at a glance at the nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion he understood completely.

His earlier estimated position was correct; the surgery would be fine.

Zheng Ren immediately asked Hu Yan Hui: "The patient's family has already agreed to the surgery live broadcast; technically, can you handle it alone tomorrow?"

"Mm‑hm, yes, yes, please rest assured, Teacher Zheng." Hu Yan Hui kept nodding vigorously, her shawl‑sleeved hair flying about, somewhat disheveled.

Zheng Ren nodded.

After looking at the film, Zheng Ren began to pack up, preparing to leave.

"How did you settle it? Tell me." Zheng Ren asked Chang Yue.

"The patient's family started out uncooperative." Chang Yue said: "Just talk to him earnestly; what else could be special? But I quickly guessed from his words that he had borrowed money, and that side was pressing for repayment urgently."

"He borrowed money." Zheng Ren sighed.

"He only hinted vaguely, didn't elaborate; it's all my guess." Chang Yue said: "As long as I could tell there was a problem, that's enough. Anyway, I later told him the live broadcast was on the most professional site, showing only the operating field, nothing else. If I gave him ten live broadcasts, he wouldn't be able to tell which one was his mother's, and he'd feel at ease."

"That simple?" Zheng Ren asked in surprise.

Just as Chang Yue said, there were probably other tricks in the communication process, but Chang Yue was too lazy to mention them.

One side was the solution, the other side was huge debt; not knowing whether the borrowed money was from friends or a small loan. Anyway, after Chang Yue's continual probing and guidance, the patient's family's attitude underwent a subtle change.

Furthermore, Chang Yue's earnest manner made the surgery live broadcast completely different from what he understood a live broadcast to be.

The patient's family's ordinary understanding of a live broadcast was long‑legged, big‑breasted, high‑beauty women jumping around, or singing and dancing, or acting cute to please viewers.

In a surgery live broadcast, the audience consists only of doctors, with nothing but the most professional operative view. If the level is a bit lower, they can't even understand what they're seeing.

As for privacy such as the patient's name and age… probably no doctor watching the video would be interested in that kind of patient privacy.

One can't say there are none, but those with such strong tastes are certainly as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Even if the current hottest anchors of video platforms contracted end‑stage liver cirrhosis, by the time they came for treatment their good looks would have faded into yesterday's wilted flowers—unwatchable.

It involves no privacy issues and can save tens of thousands of yuan in hospitalization fees—why not?

That's roughly the whole process.

Being able to live broadcast would be great; Zheng Ren desperately wanted to stand on some stage and show his skill at the highlight moment.

"By the way, Xiao Hu, what should I use for the live broadcast?" Zheng Ren suddenly remembered this and asked.

"It's the latest equipment from Google Company; please rest assured." Hu Yan Hui said, "The company has custom‑made the equipment for you; it can be delivered tonight. Tomorrow morning I'll bring it over."

In September 2014, Professor Liang of the Orthopedics Department at Ruijin Hospital in Modu used Google glasses to complete the intra‑operative filming and broadcasting of an anterior cervical spine surgery.

The surgery was very successful, and ultimately this operation became a classic teaching case.

The preparations at Xinglin Yuan were fairly sufficient; as long as it was professional, Zheng Ren thought.

"Teacher Zheng, are you hungry? May I invite you out for a quick bite?" Hu Yan Hui asked.

"No need, the meal at home is ready." Zheng Ren refused without hesitation.

"Uh..." Hu Yan Hui obviously wanted to draw herself and Zheng Ren closer; in business terms, this is something a salesperson must do.

Zheng Ren's refusal was especially blunt, completely not leaving any room for thought; Hu Yan Hui was stunned for a moment.

"Fugui'er, I'm getting ready to go back." Zheng Ren said.

Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed not to have heard Zheng Ren's words, fully focused on watching the film.