Chapter 862: 846 Wind of Technique

The patient's condition stabilized a bit, the anesthesiologist, as if facing a formidable enemy, brought the endotracheal tube, balloon, and rescue drugs, sitting blood-soaked on the stretcher, and went along to the ICU.

Xie Yiren put on a pair of gloves and helped tidy the operating room.

Zheng Ren wanted to help, but Xie Yiren shoved him out with her shoulder.

"Zheng Lao Ban, amazing! Truly amazing!" Director Luo this time was genuinely convinced and did not hide his emotions at all.

Seeing Director Luo's thumbs-up, Zheng Ren smiled, slightly bowed, and politely said, "Director Luo, what you said is just basic procedure."

"……" Zhao Wenhua was speechless, that hatred in his heart.

He had already walked into a misunderstanding, going further and further, unable to turn back. Every word Zheng Ren said felt like it was aimed at him in his heart.

Basic procedure? An emergency TIPS surgery, and you call that basic? Only you can do it; are the others just eating dry rice?!

Zheng Ren never expected that his modest remark would sow resentment. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

One force breaks ten gatherings; Zheng Ren overwhelms everyone with his technical skill. What can resentment do?

As a doctor, is it still reasonable if you can't handle the surgery?

"Zheng Lao Ban, don't be so modest." Director Luo chuckled: "I've seen many patients with massive upper GI bleeding in the ER where endoscopic banding failed; they all vomited a mouthful of blood and died."

Director Luo said this, as if recalling many cases, many lively faces gradually turning pale, his mood a bit gloomy. But this time it succeeded, and he was especially curious.

"How did you manage to puncture successfully just now?" Director Luo asked.

"I've done many; the images can provide more information. Is it just practice makes perfect?" Zheng Ren couldn't explain the passive ability of 【Reconstruction】, so he attributed it to practice makes perfect.

"How many surgeries would it take to practice this?" Director Luo sighed.

But he then remembered that when Zheng Ren first arrived, he said he had performed one emergency TIPS surgery.

One time and he's already proficient?

This…… Director Luo was somewhat doubtful, but the fact lay before him, and he had nothing to say.

"Zheng Lao Ban, I've scheduled a few patients for nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion; after they're done, they'll be admitted, and then I'll watch your surgery live broadcast." Director Luo chuckled.

Zheng Ren was truly grateful to Director Luo, tears of gratitude; this level of support is hard to imagine.

At the very least, when returning to work at 912 and going to the docks, Zheng Ren never expected to open up the situation so quickly.

"Thank you, thank you." Zheng Ren repeatedly expressed thanks.

"Zheng Lao Ban, a few of my classmates contacted me today, asking if I know the person doing the surgery live broadcast. Hahaha, you really gave me face." Director Luo said while laughing, bursting out laughing.

The persona lay shattered all over the ground.

Zheng Ren could feel Director Luo's inner pride; although the surgery wasn't performed by him, the patient was provided by him, and he originally had the chance to observe a TIPS surgery up close.

Although he came late, isn't there still a next time? Zheng Ren estimated that next time Director Luo would have to follow him to send patients.

The classmates he mentioned likely also have high standing in the martial world; they are all directors of major tertiary hospitals nationwide.

These people are usually polite, but when it comes to academic matters, surely no one relaxes even a bit.

They compete and vie with each other.

Who knows, maybe there's a chance to compete for an academician of the Engineering Academy.

The surgery live broadcast is done on Director Luo's side; he said it would bring him glory. But the premise is that the TIPS surgery must succeed; if it fails, even Director Luo would suffer the consequences.

But the emergency TIPS surgeries all succeeded; could the outpatient surgeries have problems? After this incident, Director Luo firmed up the idea of joining forces with Zheng Ren.

No longer just helping, nor a casual donation, but joining hands, cooperating!

Isn't it just beds? The gastroenterology department has over a hundred beds; lacking a few melons and dates?

Zheng Ren repeatedly exchanged pleasantries with Director Luo; Zhao Wenhua's face flushed and paled, his inner turmoil intense.

It's obvious that relying solely on his power can no longer restrain Zheng Ren's savage growth.

But if we really tore faces apart…… they are members of the health group, also Nobel Prize candidates, their surgery is unparalleled, and they have confidence to start a live broadcast.

Our department lacks beds, but they have a senior director of gastroenterology providing patients and beds. A large ward with nearly a hundred beds—just sprinkle some down and it's enough for Zheng Ren…… Damn, when did Director Luo become so approachable?

All the small tactics Zhao Wenhua knows are useless against Zheng Ren.

He had imagined countless times Zheng Ren's "dragon crossing the river." Now see, in less than half a month, that dragon has soared ninety thousand miles, its waves enough to drown him.

Zhao Wenhua immediately collected his thoughts, stopped thinking about all those messy things, put on a smile, took off his mask, and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, your surgical skill is really high! I can't get ten-plus stitches in, you go in with one needle."

To be frank, first flatter him, let Zheng Ren lower his guard, then look for an opportunity.

Zhao Wenhua still didn't believe it—someone could perform surgery without failure!

First let you be arrogant, then watch the petty succeed; wait for the day you botch the surgery!

Thinking these things, Zhao Wenhua's facial expression didn't change; he was confident that such a warm, gentle smile would surely add some impression points.

At least it wouldn't make Zheng Ren guard against him.

But Zheng Ren looked at Zhao Wenhua in astonishment, his gaze very strange.

"Zheng…… Zheng Lao Ban, what's wrong?" Zhao Wenhua couldn't understand Zheng Ren's gaze and asked softly.

"Uh……" Zheng Ren didn't speak, but kept looking at him.

Zhao Wenhua felt a bit panicked, panicked to the extreme.

Did I say something wrong? No way. But why does he look at me like that?

"Professor Zhao, you're drooling." Zheng Ren hesitated three times, then stated the fact. His right hand made a wiping-motion, hinting to Zhao Wenhua.

"……" Zhao Wenhua was speechless.

He covered his face and fled, grabbed a paper to hastily wipe the drool. The muscles at the corner of his mouth kept trembling; Zhao Wenhua was terrified.

Could it be that I had a stroke?

The strangest, funniest stroke is "immediate wind"; mine would be? "Technique wind"?

He didn't care about anything else, quickly changed clothes, rushed to the emergency CT room, and got a CT to see if it was a cerebral infarction.

Zheng Ren watched Zhao Wenhua's retreating back, strangely asked: "Director Luo, did Professor Zhao have this problem before?"

"Who knows, maybe he's just anxious, it's fine. You hear him speak and there's no problem; surely he's just dumbfounded from watching the surgery." Director Luo didn't care at all; a simple symptom analysis shows the issue.

"Zheng Lao Ban, tomorrow the patient's Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion will be done, I'll contact you." Director Luo settled this matter.

"Okay, okay, thank you for the trouble."