Chapter 882: 865 I Am the Highest Mountain (Alliance Leader Joywong421 Bonus Chapter 2)

Boss, ectopic ossification—I used to think it could only grow near bone joints." As they walked, Su Yun said, "You said bones grow on the belly; if we could figure out the mechanism, wouldn't that create artificial humans with built-in defense?"

Don't spout nonsense." Zheng Ren said: "That would mean reduced agility, turning into a living target. You've done animal dissections; you should know many mammals have YJ bones."

Huh? You've researched this too?" Su Yun gave a smile any man would understand, "I studied it for a while, trying to restore it, transplanting a YJ bone. When the time comes, I'll set up a hospital dedicated to this surgery… Boss! You reminded me! Find the cause of ectopic ossification!"

Then use autologous ossified bone for transplantation?" Zheng Ren laughed helplessly.

Of course! This project is absolutely a damn Nobel Prize–worthy technique!" Su Yun said excitedly.

Don't spout nonsense." Zheng Ren laughed: "Large mammals with YJ bones are basically extinct. Why? Because they break easily, right?"

We're talking about two different things." Su Yun waved a hand, "The point of this project is human differentiation."

There's not much difference, roughly the same." Zheng Ren said: "I think what you're thinking about is meaningless."

You're interested in prolonging human life; I'm interested in making limited life burst with more sparkles." Su Yun said, her black hair fluttering above her forehead.

The two then immediately discussed the mating patterns of mammals with and without YJ bones, from biology all the way to sociology.

Anyway, it's all nonsense; Zheng Ren didn't take it seriously, he didn't believe Su Yun could actually pull off this new surgical technique.

As they were chatting, Zheng Ren's phone rang.

Seeing the phone number, Zheng Ren's hand trembled slightly.

A surgeon's hand is the steadiest. For e‑sports players… there are none over fifty yet. But surgeons over fifty still have steady hands, relying on experience to make up for speed.

Su Yun was a bit surprised; Zheng Ren's hand was shaking—could this be… an old lover calling?

Director Kong, hello!" Zheng Ren answered the phone and instinctively stood at attention.

Good, good. I have five TIPS surgeries tomorrow; after I finish, I'll come pick you up.

Uh… okay." Zheng Ren sounded disappointed.

It was a simple conversation; after they finished speaking, the line went dead.

Director Kong is coming back?" Su Yun asked.

Mm." Zheng Ren held the phone, as if pondering something.

Not allowed to answer? Still on duty?

No, the hospital wants to organize a welcome; Director Kong said it doesn't matter whether we go or not, and asked us to go to his place for dinner tonight." Zheng Ren said.

Being invited inside—this is Director Kong showing goodwill. Boss, you're getting more impressive." Su Yun said.

I don't think all behavior patterns should be analyzed solely from a profit motive; that's a reasonable logical phenomenon." Zheng Ren chuckled.

Sunshine, brilliant.

Director Kong is back—do you feel like you have a backer now?

I am the highest mountain; why would I need to rely on others? It's just that Director Kong treats me well—he's on the front line, always worrying." Zheng Ren made a strange expression, looking at Su Yun.

I should have been the one to say that," Su Yun felt stifled inside, remaining silent.

The feeling of being hit with a dimensional reduction strike really sucks.

Today we do pre‑op prep; tomorrow's surgery live broadcast should be as flawless as possible, otherwise being called back tonight would be awful.

Do you still need to do special preparations?

Zheng Ren was about to speak when suddenly a person who looked somewhat familiar appeared in the corner.

He seemed to have waited a long time before finally seeing Zheng Ren; at the moment he spotted Zheng Ren's figure, his eyes lit up.

Professor Zheng, hello." The person approached Zheng Ren, gave a slight bow, and greeted him politely.

I'm not a professor; just call me Zheng Ren." Zheng Ren pretended to know him, smiling.

Su Yun knew Zheng Ren was late‑stage face‑blind; although his smile masked his inner panic, not recognizing someone is still not recognizing them.

You're not a family member of a gastroenterology patient, are you? What do you need from Boss Zheng?" Su Yun's flawless aide aura flared.

Zheng Ren suddenly realized, "No wonder he looked familiar." He had just finished communicating with him, explaining the TIPS surgery details.

Zheng… Boss, my father's surgery is tomorrow; please take good care of him." He bowed repeatedly.

It seems this person also has some local standing, carrying a certain dignity—but when his father fell ill, he begged the doctors without restraint.

That's why kneeling isn't customary these days; otherwise Zheng Ren reckoned he'd have to prostrate himself fully.

Rest assured, I'll give it my all." Zheng Ren said calmly, guessing the man's intentions.

Doctor Chang scheduled the surgery order; my father is third in line, you see…" the man said.

Oh, I see.

Zheng Ren chuckled and said gently, "The third slot is actually the best surgical position—you don't get it, do you?"

Huh?" the man blinked, confused.

Isn't the first slot supposed to be the best? How can the third be best?

Zheng Ren has gone through this kind of thing many times.

Back when we were at Hai Cheng General Surgery Department, inviting professors from Di Du to perform surgery, everyone wanted to snag their ideal surgery slot.

And soothing patients' families, making them believe that regardless of the slot their relative's surgery is the best, is a kind of know‑how.

You think, before exercising, don't you need a warm‑up?" Zheng Ren asked.

The man thought for a moment and nodded.

So the first slot is the warm‑up, the second is just getting into form, the third is the peak of skill and technique. After that it gradually tapers off until finished. It looks like Doctor Chang is really looking out for you—do you two know each other?" Zheng Ren said.

That last line was pure baloney, just to leave the patient's family with the feeling that they'd definitely been taken care of.

Uh… I don't know him." The man's earlier idea was completely shattered, his face full of gratitude.

If there's nothing else, head back; tomorrow's surgery will be quick." Zheng Ren laughed.

Zheng Lao Ban, here's my father's pre‑op data—could you take a look?" The man waved, and a young woman in a professional suit beside him handed over a kraft‑paper file folder.

Zheng Ren frowned; a light touch of his fingers told him the folder was stuffed with cash, not documents.

No need." Zheng Ren patted the man's shoulder, chuckling, "Tomorrow's surgery will have risks, but please trust me to do everything I can to minimize them."

After saying that, Zheng Ren and Su Yun proceeded together into the Intervention Department.