Chapter 865: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren appears. Also, the mobile phone is not named. So it's Zheng Ren.

Gao Shaojie, Wang Qiang, and Zheng Ren. Also, "Old Gao" likely refers to Gao Shaojie, but we list Gao Shaojie.

However, even if one didn't know the news and hadn't personally seen the surgery live broadcast, they quickly heard about it from others; it seems a storm has already formed, sweeping through the domestic medical industry.

Especially the doctors of the Intervention Department, they were the most shocked.

Zheng Ren, Gao Shaojie, and Rudolf Wagner. Also, "professor" is a generic term.

After breakfast, Zheng Ren went from East City to West City to go to work.

Although the departure time was relatively early, it was still quite far. As he walked, Zheng Ren pondered whether to rent two houses near the West City Hospital.

However, thinking about the housing prices and rents in Di Du, Zheng Ren gave up.

Although this sum could definitely be paid from public funds, Zheng Ren had never seen it, never benefited from it, and had not even thought about the huge amount in the public account.

Moreover, that sum of money was useful to Zheng Ren.

Wait a bit longer, until he has more money on hand.

Di Du is different from Hai Cheng and even Sheng Cheng. Xie Yiren's family doesn't have many houses here. Of course, the Sunshine 100 CBD on the East Third Ring Road is not counted.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Zheng Ren first made rounds among the patients, chatted, and grasped their various dietary and living conditions. After handing over shift and checking the wards, there was nothing else to do.

This leisurely lifestyle made Zheng Ren somewhat unaccustomed.

But that doesn't matter; Zheng Ren can go to the System Library to read books.

Patients after TIPS Surgery were all stable; after Zheng Ren arranged tomorrow's second-stage surgery, he was just about to go to the library when the head nurse outside called out to him.

It was a call from the Urology Department.

Zheng Ren felt a bit strange, picked up the phone, and said, "Hello, I'm Zheng Ren."

"Zheng Lao Ban, I'm Yu Jianshui. We're scheduled to perform that adrenal tumor surgery today. Director Miao asked if you have time to come take a look?" Yu Zong from the Urology Department said politely on the phone, slightly out of breath, probably having taken the Fire Escape to the sixth-floor Gengyishi to get ready for the operation.

"Sure." Zheng Ren was also somewhat curious about that patient, and since it was an invitation from Director Miao, he readily agreed.

After agreeing, Zheng Ren greeted Chang Yue and the professor, then went straight to the Operating Room.

Yu Jianshui and Yu Zong were changing clothes in the Gengyishi; upon seeing Zheng Ren enter, they warmly greeted him.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the patient's examination results are back; Director Miao greeted us, and we did it urgently—it's indeed the condition you mentioned." Yu Zong said with a smile, "Your Diagnostic Level is truly high!"

Zheng Ren returned the smile.

Such a nonchalant attitude makes it easy for conversations to become awkward. Zheng Ren is relatively good at this; he is not good at heated interactions with people.

It's a matter of personal character; there's nothing to be done.

However, being highly capable and kind-hearted, he simply doesn't want to chat.

People like him usually don't draw much criticism; at least Yu Jianshui and Yu Zong have no objections. He explained the whole process himself, the Urology Department had undergone two preoperative discussions, and together with relevant departments formulated a postoperative recovery plan, only then preparing to start the operation today.

For the Urology Department of 912, the surgery is not major.

However, Director Miao, while making rounds, said a sentence, asking Zheng Lao Ban if he had time.

Zheng Ren didn't know exactly what Director Miao meant, but he couldn't outright refuse. Moreover, he had some interest in this surgery.

In the System Operating Room, while training for liver hydatid disease surgery, Zheng Ren also practiced renal segment resection.

Having some understanding of the Urology Department, watching the surgery is harmless; it's all experience, and anyway there's nothing else to do downstairs.

Unlike in the Hai Cheng Jizhenbingfang, where he performed surgery every day, his hands were a bit itchy.

After changing clothes, Zheng Ren and Yu Zong left the Gengyishi together, climbed the internal stairs to the fifth-floor Operating Room.

The day's work had just begun, and the Operating Room was busy in a tense yet orderly manner.

Except for the emergency operating theater, all other operating theaters were open; doctors transporting patients for surgery, circulating nurses, and instrument nurses washing their hands were like jumping notes, playing the melody of life.

"Zheng Lao Ban, this way." Yu Zong led the way politely, arriving at the Urology Department's operating theater.

The patient was already lying on the Operating Table, the anesthesiologist was fastening the oxygen mask, preparing to intubate, administer medication, and induce anesthesia.

"Let me take another look at the images." Zheng Ren said.

Yu Zong picked up the images placed together with the medical record, handed them to Zheng Ren, said something, then went to verify the patient's information and look for the preoperative surgical markers to avoid cutting the wrong kidney.

Rigorous verification is an indispensable part.

Zheng Ren inserted the images into the operating theater's viewer, propped his chin, and looked at them again.

There were no issues overall; Zheng Ren merely habitually checked the images before surgery, even though he wasn't the surgeon. This is a habit, a good habit, and Zheng Ren has no intention of changing it.

As he was looking, a clamor suddenly came from outside, accompanied by hurried, anxious footsteps.

Emergency rescue? Zheng Ren's heart jumped.

But in the blink of an thought, Zheng Ren realized this was in 912, and emergency rescue had nothing to do with him.

The slightly elevated Hormone level in his body immediately returned to normal.

1.235 seconds later, Zheng Ren suddenly realized something was wrong.

The footsteps and urgent shouts were coming from inside the operating theater, not from the outermost emergency operating theater.

What's going on? Could it be an allergy?

Zheng Ren's first reaction was an intraoperative fluid allergy, such as low-molecular-weight dextran or similar fluids.

But even if it were an allergy, it wouldn't be a serious issue; giving the appropriate treatment would suffice. Except for a very small number of patients who would suddenly develop severe edema symptoms, leading to sudden death or cerebral hypoxia, turning them into vegetative states.

Feeling somewhat curious, Zheng Ren put the images back into their sleeve, together with the medical record, and left the operating theater.

In the hallway, a nurse was running, apparently to fetch something not usually used. A doctor was in the hallway urgently making a phone call, seeking a senior doctor to come immediately.

A tense atmosphere, like a volcanic eruption spewing molten lava, raised the temperature of the entire Operating Room considerably.

The person on the phone was the anesthesiologist; after hanging up, he hurried back to the operating theater. Zheng Ren followed behind him, arrived at the operating theater's doorway, and took a glance.

Inside, seven or eight doctors were busily rescuing; the patient's tracheal tube had already been inserted, and the ventilator was working.

An arm protruded from the crowd, appearing to be the patient's. However, the arm seemed somewhat strange…

Zheng Ren frowned, examining it closely.

People kept bumping into the outstretched arm, but the arm was like reinforced concrete—it didn't budge from the impacts, only trembling slightly at its own high frequency.

During the rescue, the movements were fast—no gentleness, only rough, simple, and swift.

Yet amidst the rough collisions, the arm remained extended, hardly moving no matter how it was struck, vibrating only at its own frequency.

What the hell is going on?!