Chapter 868: with translation of chapter title

"Uh..." Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment.

"Eh……" Zheng Ren hesitated a moment.

What did I just do? It seems I was standing here, directing the rescue.

What did I just do? It seemed I was standing here, directing the rescue.

Is this because he has no idea in his mind? Zheng Ren makes a deep self‑critique. Although he knows that if there were a next time he would probably still rush forward to do whatever he could, that doesn't affect his current self‑examination.

Is this just because I lack a sense of urgency in my heart? Zheng Ren conducted a deep self‑examination. Although he knows that if there were a next time, he would probably still rush forward to do everything within his ability, this does not affect his current self‑critique.

"Young man, which department are you from? Have you ever seen malignant hyperthermia before?" The anesthesiology department head bent over, rubbing his numb legs, and asked with a chuckle.

"Young man, which department are you from? Have you seen malignant hyperthermia before?" The head of the Anesthesiology Department bent over, rubbing his already numb legs, and asked with a chuckle.

The patient was given dantrolene; after spending the 72‑hour critical period in the ICU, he'll be fine.

The patient was injected with dantrolene, and after spending the 72‑hour critical period in the ICU, he was fine.

This incident was like a summer mountain shower—quick to come, quick to go. Timely and appropriate treatment left no sequelae; that's enough.

This matter was like a summer mountain rain—coming and going swiftly. Timely and appropriate treatment left no sequelae; that was enough.

"Interventional radiology." Zheng Ren, no longer possessing the decisive authority he had while directing the rescue, felt a bit uneasy, lowered his head and said.

"From the Intervention Department." Zheng Ren lost the decisive air he had when directing the rescue, feeling a bit constrained, and said with his head lowered.

"Huh?" The chief anesthesiologist paused, startled.

"Huh?" The head of the Anesthesiology Department stared for a moment.

Interventional radiology? What are you doing in the major operating room? And such a young interventional radiology doctor directing a rescue—especially for the extremely rare malignant hyperthermia—handled it with ease.

Intervention Department? What are you doing in the Big External Operating Room? Moreover, such a young Intervention Department doctor directing a rescue, and even the rescue of extremely rare malignant hyperthermia, handled it with ease.

How strange!

How strange!

He stared at Zheng Ren in astonishment, then suddenly thought of something: "Are you the Nobel‑prize‑winning Boss Zheng?"

He stared at Zheng Ren in astonishment, suddenly thinking of something: "Are you Zheng Lao Ban of the Nobel Prize?"

"It's just a nomination, a nomination." Zheng Ren embarrassed, corrected him.

"It's a nomination, a nomination." Zheng Ren embarrassed, corrected.

It's merely a nomination and candidacy, far from actually winning the Nobel Prize. How far has this rumor spread? In a few days, will people think I've won four or five Nobel Prizes?

It's merely a nomination and candidacy, far from reaching Nobel Prize level. How far has this rumor spread? In a few days, will people think I've won four or five Nobel Prizes?

"No wonder, that's impressive," Director Xu remarked.

"No wonder, truly impressive." Director Xu sighed.

"Director Xu, are you alright?" Professor Yang ran back, saw Director Xu of anesthesiology supporting himself on his legs and constantly rubbing them, and hurriedly asked.

"Director Xu, are you all right?" Professor Yang ran back, seeing Director Xu of the Anesthesiology Department bracing his hands on his legs, constantly kneading, and hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine," Director Xu said: "I'm old‑armed and old‑legged, but at least I didn't hinder the rescue."

"I'm fine." Director Xu said: "Just old arms and legs, glad it didn't delay the rescue."

"I never thought I'd actually encounter malignant hyperthermia..." Professor Yang still feels uneasy about it.

"Malignant hyperthermia… I never expected to actually encounter it." Professor Yang still has lingering fears.

When malignant hyperthermia is mentioned, both Director Xu and Professor Yang look grave.

Speaking of malignant hyperthermia, both Director Xu and Professor Yang wore solemn expressions.

In medicine there are many hidden dangers; once encountered, under the current medical environment the only fate awaiting doctors is to be shattered to pieces.

In medicine, there are many hidden dangers. Once encountered, under the current medical environment, what awaits doctors is only being smashed to pieces.

Just like this patient who walked onto the stage fine, with no major issues, yet without even undergoing surgery he collapsed.

Like this patient just now, walking onto the stage, fine, with no major issues. Yet without even undergoing Shou Bing, he collapsed.

Who could accept this?

Who could accept this?

Without even mentioning the patient's family, if any of the people present had a relative experience this, they could not face it calmly either.

Not to mention the patient's family; even if we replace it with any of the people present, if one's own family faced this situation, there would be no way to face it calmly.

Nevertheless, this disease exists objectively regardless of how rare its occurrence is.

However, no matter how small the probability of this disease occurring, it objectively exists.

If one never encounters it in a lifetime, that's just good luck—whether you're the patient or an anesthesiologist.

Going a lifetime without encountering it is just good luck, whether for the patient or the Anesthesiology Department doctor.

If you do encounter it… tsk tsk.

Encountered it… tsk tsk.

Zheng Ren still remembers reading a biographical‑style article written by a medical doctor. He was an anesthesiology specialist who, after experiencing a case of malignant hyperthermia, resolutely abandoned medicine and became a medical lawyer.

Zheng Ren still remembers reading a biography‑style article written by a Doctor. He was an anesthesiology specialist; after encountering a case of malignant hyperthermia, he resolutely abandoned the medical profession and became a medical lawyer.

Counting from university, ten years of hard work were destroyed in an instant.

Counting from university, ten years of hard work were ruined in an instant.

But Zheng Ren understands.

But Zheng Ren understood.

Here in the capital, we have Peking Union Medical College Hospital and dantrolene available, so everything can still be explained and rescued.

This is Di Du, with Xiehe present and dantrolene available; everything can still be explained and rescued.

But if it were the No. 1 Hospital of Haicheng City, what would we do?

But if it were Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, what would we do?

This is a disease that modern medicine has settled on, yet there are many other conditions modern medicine hasn't figured out where patients die suddenly for no apparent reason—what do we do when they appear?

This is still a disease with a settled conclusion in modern medicine, yet there are many modern medical conditions without consensus where patients die suddenly for no apparent reason; once they occur, what should we do?

No solution.

No solution.

"Boss Zheng, have you also studied anesthesia emergencies?" Director Xu asked with a chuckle.

"Zheng Lao Ban, do you also have research on the Anesthesiology Department's emergencies?" Director Xu asked with a chuckle.

"I've read the relevant reports, which describe what might happen, and I just followed the treatment." Zheng Ren felt a bit embarrassed: "Director Xu, sorry about that."

"I've seen related reports; they said what situations would occur, so just follow the treatment." Zheng Ren felt a bit embarrassed: "Director Xu, sorry."

"What's there to be sorry about? Your treatment and rescue plan were correct—why apologize?" Director Xu snapped, eyes flashing.

"What's there to be sorry about? Your treatment and rescue plan are correct—why say sorry?!" Director Xu snapped his eyes and said.

Zheng Ren still apologized sincerely.

Zheng Ren still apologized sincerely.

Freed from the intense rescue scene, Zheng Ren felt he had a grasp of the situation; his hormone levels had dropped and he had calmed down.

Freed from the larger rescue context, Zheng Ren felt a sense of urgency in his mind. Mainly, his hormone levels had dropped, and he had calmed down.

"Go ahead and keep working; I'll go check the ICU." Director Xu said: "I've only seen this disease twice before; this is the third case and the only successful rescue. I'll go see the patient's condition after the intravenous dantrolene, so I'll know what to do if it happens again."

"You go ahead and get busy; I'll go check the ICU." Director Xu said: "I've only seen this disease twice before; this is the third case and the only successful rescue. I'll go see the patient's symptoms after an intravenous push of dantrolene, so that if I encounter it again, I'll have a method."

Saying that, Director Xu gave Zheng Ren a deep look, turned and left.

Saying this, Director Xu gave Zheng Ren a deep look, then turned and left.

"Boss Zheng, thanks to you." Professor Yang, still shaken and looking pale, said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, thanks to you." Professor Yang, still shaken and with a poor complexion, said.

"It's nothing." Having become quite familiar with Professor Yang, Zheng Ren relaxed, no longer formal or polite, and replied with a chuckle.

"Nothing much." Having become quite familiar with Professor Yang, Zheng Ren was no longer so reserved or polite, and said with a chuckle.

"What are you doing in the operating room?" Professor Yang asked.

"What are you doing coming to the Operating Room?" Professor Yang asked.

"Director Miao has a patient with an adrenal tumor complicated by other rare endocrine diseases; I participated in the hospital‑wide consultation. This isn't today's surgery, but Director Miao asked me to come take a look." Zheng Ren said.

"Director Miao has a patient with an adrenal tumor complicated by other rare endocrine diseases; I participated in the hospital-wide consultation. This isn't today's Shou Bing, is it? Director Miao asked me to take a look." Zheng Ren said.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness." Professor Yang clutched his chest, speaking in an exaggerated manner.

"Fortunately, fortunately." Professor Yang touched his chest, speaking in an exaggerated manner.

"It's over; the patient should be fine. It's only been a little over an hour, and dantrolene has reached all skeletal muscle sites. I felt the limbs—they're already soft, so there should be no problem. Rest easy, Brother Yang."

"It's all over; the patient should be fine. Only a little over an hour has passed, and dantrolene can reach all skeletal muscles. I later felt his limbs—they've all gone soft, so he should be okay. Rest assured, Brother Yang."

Professor Yang wanted to say something, but the words died in his throat and turned into a sigh.

Professor Yang wanted to say something, but the words died on his lips, turning into a sigh.

Zheng Ren knew what he wanted to say; saying it would be pointless, so it's better to leave it as is.

What he wanted to say, Zheng Ren knew. Saying it would be meaningless; better to just leave it as is.

"Boss Zheng, did you livestream your TIPS procedure yesterday?" Professor Yang suddenly recalled something and asked.

"Zheng Lao Ban, did you livestream your TIPS Surgery yesterday?" Professor Yang suddenly recalled something and asked.

"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded.

"You're… bold as brass for someone with such skill. Still, Boss Zheng, be careful." Professor Yang gave a kindly reminder: "TIPS surgery is unlike other operations; for other procedures it wouldn't matter, but TIPS relies on luck, and if a live‑streamed surgery fails it could badly affect your future work."

"You… are bold because your skill is high. Still, Zheng Lao Ban, be careful." Professor Yang kindly reminded: "TIPS Surgery differs from other Shou Bing; if it were other Shou Bing, it wouldn't matter. TIPS Surgery relies on luck, and if the Surgery live broadcast fails, it will have a very bad Impact on future work."

Zheng Ren knew this was well‑meant advice, but Professor Yang seemed not to grasp the situation.

Zheng Ren knew this was well‑intentioned, but Professor Yang seemed not to grasp the situation.

"Nothing, Brother Yang." Zheng Ren smiled and said: "I have improved the approach problem of TIPS surgery; I can now basically confirm the surgical approach. Failure... cannot be said to be nonexistent, but the probability is especially low."

Professor Yang looked at Zheng Ren with astonishment, truly not knowing where this confidence of Zheng Ren came from.

"Brother Yang, you don't have anything going on here, right? Then I'll go take a look at the urology surgery." Zheng Ren said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, are you sure there's no problem?" Yang Rui pondered for a moment, then asked.

"In theory, it's the same as an appendectomy." Zheng Ren smiled, "and there's no trouble with ectopic appendix."

"..." Professor Yang was stunned, then asked: "Portal hypertension, gastric Vein varices; Gan Dan Wai Ke used to have similar surgeries, but they are rarely done now. Zheng Lao Ban, I have a patient; will you do it?"

"Then thank you first." Zheng Ren smiled and said.

Gan Dan Wai Ke, it seems, has also been pried open a crack by myself.

I never expected that going up to watch the urology surgery would actually yield a gain; this can also be considered an unexpected joy.