Chapter 838: line with translation of title

The next day, Zheng Ren got up early, stretched his muscles and bones, then went upstairs to have breakfast.

Because they had something on their minds, everyone ate absentmindedly; shortly after, Xie Yiren drove and arrived at the hospital early in the morning.

Before work hours even began, the traffic conditions were surprisingly smooth.

Compared with the subway last night, Zheng Ren felt as if he had stepped into another world.

Arriving at the Intervention Department, he changed clothes, then Zheng Ren went to the Gastroenterology Department to check on a patient. The elderly lady was rather nervous; Zheng Ren comforted her a few words, but it had little effect.

Only the person lying on the operating table feels nervous; any comforting words spoken while standing are easy to say, and Zheng Ren knows this.

Zheng Ren merely checked the patient's blood pressure this morning and whether the indwelling needle was in place, among other preoperative conditions.

Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion, and Zheng Ren felt reassured.

Actually, this is just a 'minor' surgery. However, this operation is a relatively important milestone in Zheng Ren's plan, so making a bit of a fuss over it is understandable.

Hu Yan Hui brought over Google's glasses; Zheng Ren put them on and felt no discomfort.

"Have all the equipment been tested?" Zheng Ren asked.

"We tested them all night last night, twelve times in a row, and all succeeded." Hu Yan Hui laughed, "Teacher Zheng, please rest assured, I am the most professional."

Her skin is relatively dark, but her teeth are very white; when she smiles, it is radiant.

As long as the equipment works well, Zheng Ren doesn't want to worry about other matters.

Professor Rudolf Wagner also arrived early; seeing that Zheng Ren had arrived first, he felt somewhat relieved.

This boss shows no regard for the Nobel Prize for reasons unknown, which the professor cannot comprehend.

Today, finally seeing him nervous, to Professor Rudolf Wagner, this is a particularly noteworthy occasion worth celebrating.

During the shift change, Professor Zhao, who was temporarily in charge of the department, was somewhat absent-minded.

He had heard last night that Xinglin Yuan and Zheng Ren were collaborating on a live‑broadcast surgery, and he slept poorly all night.

Professor Rudolf Wagner performed a TIPS surgery early in the morning; Professor Zhao, due to some inner reserve, did not go to watch.

Regardless of how fast or how well the surgery is done, the patient's postoperative recovery is indeed swift, and the key point is that hepatic encephalopathy rarely occurs as a complication.

Zheng Ren's article on TIPS surgery in the New England Journal has been read so often by Professor Zhao that it's practically falling apart, yet he still cannot find the crux of the procedure.

It must be that Zheng Ren is hiding some key point! Whenever Professor Zhao thinks of this, he feels an itchy hatred in his gums.

But, actually, they want to live‑broadcast the surgery?

Zheng Ren's inspired move leaves Professor Zhao baffled.

What is he doing it for?

Fame?

What kind of fame could be greater than the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine!

Profit?

How much money can a single live‑broadcast surgery bring? If he went out throwing flying knives, with Zheng Ren's skill, earning a hundred thousand a day would be a modest estimate.

Neither fame nor profit seems possible; why would Zheng Ren willingly take such a huge risk to perform a live‑broadcast surgery?

In Professor Zhao's view, live‑broadcast surgery is merely a gimmick—whether it's a major conference surgery broadcast or anything else, it's all a gimmick!

Many professors who performed demonstration surgeries at large conferences ended up ruined in reputation.

This Boss Zheng appears somewhat simple‑minded, but he is certainly not stupid; Professor Zhao holds the most basic assessment of Zheng Ren. If Zheng Ren were foolish, what would that make Professor Zhao himself?

Thus he tossed and turned all night and actually ended up insomnia.

With dark circles under his eyes, he forced himself awake; after the shift change, Professor Zhao rarely came to Zheng Ren's side and said with a chuckle, "Boss Zheng, are you going to do a live‑broadcast surgery today?"

"Yes." Zheng Ren smiled, preparing to first make rounds, then personally receive the patient.

Since he was the one who first contacted the patient, Zheng Ren does not intend to let the professor or Su Yun handle this minor task.

To avoid making the patient nervous, raising his blood pressure, and causing an unpredictable situation.

"Today I ought to take a look at little Boss Zheng's skill." Professor Zhao laughed in a harmless, innocent way.

Su Yun glanced at him, gave a cold snort, and, together with the professor, little Oliver, and others, followed Zheng Ren. They first went on rounds, then prepared to go to the operating room and get ready for the surgery.

Professor Zhao seemed not to have heard Su Yun's cold snort; he walked beside Zheng Ren, not doing rounds, and said as they walked, "Boss Zheng, how do you do a live‑broadcast surgery? Live broadcasting isn't easy. Three years ago, an old professor attempted a live‑broadcast TIPS surgery, ended up needing fifteen sutures without success, and then gave up surgery altogether."

"Oh, the failure of the surgery probably has nothing to do with the live broadcast." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"But after that, whenever people mention it, the first thing that comes to mind is that failed live‑broadcast surgery. No one remembers how many times it succeeded before." Professor Zhao looked concerned and said, "Boss Zheng, hear me out, brother—don't do this."

"Thank you." Zheng Ren replied, "The surgery should be fine; thank you, Professor Zhao."

Saying that, Zheng Ren strode forward, leading his retinue, and began making rounds.

Young man, arrogant and overbearing, Professor Zhao saw Zheng Ren acting headstrong and did not get angry. When Zheng Ren turned and left, he laughed.

Yes, he laughed.

All he needed to do was plant a nail in Zheng Ren's heart.

He thought Zheng Ren only considered the benefits of live‑broadcast surgery and ignored the drawbacks. With that nail in place, should anything go awry during the operation, the consequences would be far greater.

The live‑broadcast procedure remains the most difficult and luck‑dependent TIPS surgery.

In a moment I'll go watch the surgery; the live‑broadcast surgery—since I'm currently acting as head of the department, it's only natural to show some concern for the young comrades.

If he could actually see Zheng Ren make a mistake in the surgery… a genuine smile curled the corner of Professor Zhao's mouth.

As if Zheng Ren's surgery had truly failed.

Young man, arrogant and overbearing, does he not know that the higher you climb, the harder you fall?

Professor Zhao led the team on rounds, not in a hurry; afterward he had his subordinates bring the patient to the operating room, while he himself changed clothes slowly in the changing room.

Soon after, Su Yun, Professor Rudolf Wagner, and little Oliver entered, changed clothes, and began preoperative preparations.

Professor Zhao and Zheng Ren were courteous to each other, still retaining a veneer of mildness. But upon seeing Su Yun, that notion vanished.

Before the earthquake relief surgery, Su Yun simply set a timer on his phone—this is tantamount to slapping his own face.

Professor Zhao wore a cold expression, waiting for Su Yun to greet him—or to provoke him.

But Su Yun seemed not to have seen this person at all, chatting and laughing with Professor Zhao, after changing clothes he went straight into the Operating Room.

What's even harsher than complaining is being ignored; Professor Zhao almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.