Chapter 839: 826 How Many Water Armies Were Hired

Zhao Wenhua coldly watched Su Yun finish changing and leave, not saying a word. In Su Yun's disregard, that contemptuous disdain was fully evident.

He's merely a fresh graduate student, yet he dares to be so presumptuous?

Overbearing and domineering—who could be more so than him?

But he quickly adjusted his mood, leisurely took out his phone, and opened the Xinglin Yuan website.

The surgery livestream room was already open, with not many people—only about 2,000.

Although surgery livestreams are rare, TIPS surgery only involves the General Surgery Department and Intervention Department; the Xiao Hua Nei Ke can barely be counted.

So it's normal for the number of viewers watching the surgery to be a little low.

Enter the livestream room, select the patient's information. The patient's personal information has been blocked; only the medical history, test reports, CT, Nuclear Magnetic Resonance, and other images needed by doctors remain.

Zhao Wenhua carefully examined the medical record.

The familiar medical record writing process, the familiar condition, the familiar symptoms—everything was very familiar.

For patients with end-stage liver cirrhosis, portal hypertension, and refractory ascites, Zhao Wenhua would also treat them; he had certainly performed TIPS surgery.

After all, he is the team-leading professor at the 912 Hospital; each year, just by flying knives out to perform TIPS surgery, he has dozens of cases.

This is all money.

Although Zhao Wenhua's success rate in TIPS surgery is high, he knows he and Zheng Ren's team cannot compare.

Zheng Ren participated in earthquake relief, while Professor Rudolf Wagner performed surgeries at home, doing over ten TIPS surgeries with a 100% success rate.

Zhao Wenhua knows Professor Rudolf Wagner, who is an internationally renowned expert and professor; it's normal that he has a gap with him.

He can achieve nearly a 100% success rate in TIPS surgery; it's normal that Zhao Wenhua cannot do that.

But when Zheng Ren returned, Zhao Wenhua discovered that this guy was truly the core of the research team. Zheng Ren had performed several batches of TIPS surgeries, and the success rate remained 100%.

It's okay not to be as good as an international professor, but he absolutely cannot let the junior at home outshine him; Zhao Wenhua's thought is rather simple. Moreover, Director Kong snatched a hospital bed from him for Zheng Ren—this is a major matter that cuts off one's source of income!

Zheng Ren performs surgery well, and Zhao Wenhua acknowledges that.

But no matter how you say it, he believes no one will ever create a groundbreaking new technique across eras.

Not to mention TIPS surgery, which depends on personal luck; even an appendectomy—who can guarantee a 100% success rate? Who can guarantee that every detail of the surgical process is flawless?

To dare to livestream surgery, especially TIPS surgery—this Zheng Ren is practically courting death.

He does nothing but court death by livestreaming on his own. It's as if heaven wants someone to perish, first driving them mad.

Zhao Wenhua opened the auxiliary examination data; all relevant tests had been uploaded. He began examining them one by one, assessing the patient's condition.

The condition is quite simple, not particularly severe; Zhao Wenhua remarked that they had indeed found a good patient. Zheng Ren this kid looks honest and simple, but his Inner Mind is cunning.

Only at the end did Zhao Wenhua open the patient's Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion images.

He had almost memorized that article in Xin Ying Ge Lan. Yet he still had no clue about using Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion to determine the puncture point for surgery.

But after spending a long time researching, he also gained some insights.

He tentatively analyzed the patient's Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion images, gradually becoming absorbed. It was like reviewing homework before the college entrance exam; his mind wandered, and he devoted all his energy to those images.

"Professor Zhao, busy?" Zheng Ren entered at some point, changing clothes while greeting him.

Neither cold nor hot, the greeting was very casual.

Zhao Wenhua grunted, continuing to look at the Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion. He wanted to analyze it himself first, then find clues from the upcoming surgery.

Stealing skills—isn't that just how it is?

He didn't believe a newcomer could devise a new method that would be that difficult.

Zheng Ren went in; Zhao Wenhua knew his time was limited. Preoperative preparation took ten or twenty minutes, then the surgery would begin.

He needed to seize the time to study.

Using the conclusions from his own paper readings, Zhao Wenhua found more than ten puncture zones; that was already his limit.

Actually, Zhao Wenhua was fairly satisfied with that.

This meant that in future TIPS surgeries, as long as he tried each of those zones one by one, he would definitely succeed.

But how to achieve a 100% success rate—that point Zhao Wenhua could not figure out.

He put down his phone, Zhao Wenhua smiled slightly, glanced at the time—it had been just fifteen minutes since Zheng Ren went in.

Alright, let's go watch the surgery.

His expression should be gentle, releasing goodwill from the perspective of a teacher and scholar.

He casually clicked back, then prepared to exit Xinglin Yuan.

But…

After returning, an image appeared before his eyes, with a flood of comments scrolling across the screen.

Does Xinglin Yuan still have any shame? Zhao Wenhua frowned.

For publicity, how many paid posters did they hire? As one of its features, Xinglin Yuan has always claimed that only professional doctors can register with a medical license code.

For publicity and showmanship, they actually hired paid posters to post comments, boosting the heat! Truly shameless.

Truly, morals are declining and hearts are not ancient.

Zhao Wenhua glanced at the comments; the countless 666s made his head spin.

He is already over forty; he has never watched the livestreams of those new websites with fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged female streamers. Even when he occasionally watches dramas or variety shows at home, he always turns off the comments.

He cannot accept this "novel" thing called comments; he simply refuses to accept it.

Watching countless comments fly by, his brain's vestibular nerve crashed; Zhao Wenhua closed his eyes and only recovered after a few seconds.

It's truly embarrassing—doing a surgery livestream simply brings the entertainment industry's unhealthy trends into the rigorous medical field.

This is a cancer! A cancer in the medical field! It must be excised!

Zhao Wenhua was furious beyond endurance.

But just as he was about to close the comments, a thought faintly arose in his mind.

Could it be that the surgery is already finished…

No way, no way, he comforted himself while unconsciously standing up, quickly walking out of the changing room.

At that moment, Zhao Wenhua and Zheng Ren crossed paths.

Zheng Ren came out of the operating room, the gentle smile on his face seemingly unchanged.

"Xibao'er, when the patient is sent to the gastroenterology department later, don't send them to the wrong place." Zheng Ren said.

"Mm, Boss, don't worry."

"... Zhao Wenhua was stunned, changed his clothes, by the time the surgery ended, less than 15 minutes had passed—this really is true?"

Even an appendectomy wouldn't be that fast, would it?

Six more, beg for monthly tickets, ee-ee ya-ya~~~