Chapter 841: 828 Irreplicable

Pengcheng, Development Zone People's Hospital.

In the director's office, it was utterly silent.

Wu Haishi sat in the center, his eyes slightly closed as if asleep, but his fingers would occasionally twitch faintly, like his thoughts—constantly jumping yet finding no direction.

Mu Tao stood beside Wu Haishi, looking utterly bewildered.

As for the other doctors, regardless of seniority, experience, or education, they all looked at Wu Lao in confusion.

The surgery live broadcast ended, and the time consumed was even less than the pre‑operative preparation for an ordinary surgery.

And,

This is,

TIPS surgery!

The most difficult surgery in the history of the Interventional Medicine Discipline!

Is it already over? That's way too fast.

Could this be the level of a Nobel Prize nominee?

Mu Tao stared at the frozen frame on the screen, his mind not recalling the TIPS procedure but rather scene after scene from Pengxi Xiang.

A severe pelvic fracture embolization procedure took 15 minutes.

Yet before his eyes, even the most difficult TIPS surgery in the Interventional Medicine Discipline still took 15 minutes.

Mu Tao knew full well that what hindered the surgeon from shortening the operation time was the preoperative preparation—just like in Pengxi Xiang...

Outside the operating room, the hallway was full of bustling doctors and nurses, and patients undergoing postoperative compression hemostasis.

The surgeon, clad in lead clothing, wearing a cap and mask, stood in the surgery suite, performing one operation after another that seemed endless. Though exhausted to the extreme, he remained standing there, never falling.

Had he not witnessed it himself and taken part, Mu Tao would never have believed it.

Yet even so, he could not believe it.

Knowing that the operator on the other side of the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room was Zheng Ren, Mu Tao still felt a bit dazed.

Could anyone really perform surgery like this?

Watching it, there seemed no difficulty at all; describing it as 'great skill appearing clumsy' was quite fitting.

Zheng Ren's honest face was covered in bruises, his honest smile appearing before Mu Tao's eyes.

Wu Haishi, Wu Lao? They couldn't reach that level.

Mayo Clinic? They couldn't either.

This surgery broadcast video was worth a fortune, yet Zheng Ren insisted on streaming it on the Xinglin Garden Website.

Is this the caliber and demeanor of a Nobel Prize nominee? One must have profound depth to dare do such a thing!

"Mu Tao, have you had any contact with Zheng Lao Ban on the front lines?" Wu Haishi suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the final image as he asked.

"Teacher, I performed surgery with him in Pengxi Xiang for three days and nights. There were two surgery suites; Zheng Lao Ban worked alone in one, and I with his assistant in the other." Mu Tao had answered this question for the Nth time, yet he still spoke rigorously, without a hint of impatience.

"Is Zheng Lao Ban really that skilled?" Wu Haishi said in disbelief: "A few months ago in Di Du, Zheng Lao Ban's level was high, but only slightly above yours. Moreover, he achieved it by building on 64‑slice CT three‑dimensional reconstruction."

Mu Tao understood the meaning behind the teacher's words; the progress in surgical skill of Zheng Ren and Zheng Lao Ban was also too rapid.

This is TIPS surgery!

Fifteen minutes per TIPS surgery—what level is that?

If saying that Mu Tao stood out in the mid‑year young interventional physician selection half a year ago, and his loss seemed somewhat unjust, then now it looks like an inevitability.

"Teacher, my surgical skill compared to Zheng Lao Ban's has a huge gap." Mu Tao admitted this directly, without the slightest shame.

"Hmm."

"In Pengxi Xiang, Zheng Lao Ban guided me on the technique for pelvic fracture embolization, benefiting me greatly." Mu Tao said: "Moreover, Zheng Lao Ban said that when I return from the front lines, as long as I have time, I can go find him."

Wu Haishi and Wu Lao fell silent.

Those in the medical field, after achieving some success, tend to hide it away—this is human nature.

This is all craftsmanship.

Putting it small, this is for earning a living and feeding the family.

Putting it large, this is a symbol of academic standing.

Besides one's most trusted disciple, it's impossible to casually teach just anyone, especially the key details.

Some heavenly geniuses can self‑realize and break through; but most people, stuck at a certain node, will never make any progress in their lifetime.

In the medical world, many grudges and feuds are also related to surgical technique.

Not to mention the distant past, Wu Lao's former hospital's current Intervention Department head is one of his disciples. Wu Haishi especially likes that person—highly talented, hardworking, and with a stubborn streak.

Because he had expectations, hoping he would inherit his mantle, Wu Haishi imposed very strict demands on that disciple.

But this very strictness, like a parent hoping their child becomes a dragon, created a huge rift between teacher and student.

When Wu Haishi retired and handed over the director's position, less than half a year later he was driven out of the hospital.

Yes, he was driven out in a sorry state.

This is also why many department heads guard their skills and refuse to teach them—to avoid being driven out themselves.

Even if the subordinates know nothing, that's fine; it's best. Only then will those wolf cubs be unable to leave him.

Craftsmanship is not something that can be casually passed on.

But this Zheng Lao Ban…

Wu Haishi staggered for a moment, recalling the affair of Chen Zhima lan guzi, and stood dumbfounded.

Mu Tao and the other doctors stood silently beside Wu Haishi and Wu Lao, waiting quietly.

After a long while, Wu Haishi let out a breath and said, "Prepare today's surgery."

"Hmm." Several doctors turned and left, getting busy.

"Mu Tao, are you thinking of going to Di Du?" Wu Haishi asked.

"Can it?" Mu Tao felt somewhat apprehensive, asking in a low voice.

After all, I first went to the Mayo Clinic, already delaying a lot of work. Without me, the Shou Bing must be performed personally by the Title: Teacher. He is already old, wearing Lead clothing to do the Shou Bing, which is quite strenuous for someone his age.

"Go ahead, having such a good Opportunity, not going would be a real pity." Wu Haishi smiled and said, "I'm not yet old enough to be unable to perform Shou Bing."

"Thank you, Title: Teacher." Mu Tao said.

"You say, how did Zheng Lao Ban come up with this new technique?" Wu Haishi didn't respond to Mu Tao's words, but shifted the topic to Zheng Ren.

"I don't know either. But I heard from Zheng Lao Ban's assistant that, during recent disaster relief on the front lines, his level received a great Enhancement."

"Is it the amount of Shou Bing?"

"Probably not. According to Zheng Lao Ban's assistant, it should be in South River Town, where he found an undamaged gastrointestinal machine, performed Shou Bing in the ruins of the front line, and encountered several strong aftershocks." Mu Tao said softly, that segment of memory he had sealed away, now spoken, still hurts in his heart: "Between life and death, he broke through the Technique's shackles, achieving an Enhancement in Shou Bing level."

"That's how it is, completely impossible to replicate." Wu Haishi sighed softly.