Chapter 902: with translation of chapter title

"Beep… beep…"

The phone was answered immediately.

"Xiao Hu, I have something to ask you." The moment the phone connected, Peng Jia spoke first.

"Ah? Peng..."

"Zheng Lao Ban is in Hai Cheng, a graduate of the General Surgery Department. Do you know his level? There's a gallbladder removal surgery now; do you think Zheng Lao Ban's level can be live-streamed?" Peng Jia interrupted Hu Yan Hui's words, directly asking.

On the other end of the phone, Hu Yan Hui was stunned by the question.

Such a big matter, asking me? I'm just an engineer, the lowest-level, 996 engineer.

How could a matter of the company's life and death also require my opinion?

Is this too childish?

Hu Yan Hui was dumbfounded by the question and didn't dare say a word.

Silence lasted ten seconds; perhaps it was just the time of two breaths in a calm state, but in the meeting room it felt so awkward.

Time ticked by second by second; Peng Jia noticed how much pressure his urgency was putting on Hu Yan Hui.

He tried to keep his tone light, saying: "Xiao Hu, you only need to provide your understanding of Zheng Lao Ban's situation, not make a judgment. If anything happens, I'll take responsibility."

After he said that, Hu Yan Hui felt better.

The ice melted.

"Manager Peng, I heard from Zheng Lao Ban's girlfriend that a few days ago, Teacher Zheng returned from the front line and performed an autologous liver transplant for hydatid disease in Ward 912. Yesterday I went to the General Surgery Department to familiarize myself with the environment and saw that the hydatid disease patient had gotten out of bed and moved around." Hu Yan Hui said.

Autologous liver transplant? Although the people present aren't doctors, they work in medical-related fields and thus know some medical common knowledge.

This is an extremely high-difficulty General Surgery Department procedure; Zheng Lao Ban actually can do it?

Indeed, otherwise why would Professor Yang call Zheng Lao Ban to the hospital in the middle of the night to perform surgery?

Hu Yan Hui continued to introduce what she knew, covering every detail, starting from what she considered the key points and then elaborating step by step.

But Peng Jia had already gotten the answer he wanted.

Although he doesn't perform surgery, he understands surgical grading and various rare diseases, after all he's the CEO of a professional doctor website. In terms of business, if there were problems, he wouldn't have made it this far.

"Xiao Hu, get ready on your end; I'll contact Zheng Lao Ban and prepare for the surgery live broadcast." Peng Jia made the decision instantly.

As soon as someone heard that, they immediately stood up to speak, but Peng Jia firmly raised his hand to stop his subordinate's persuasion.

After the phone hung up, Peng Jia tapped his fingers on the desk, his thoughts flashing; after firming his confidence, he said in a low voice: "Autologous liver transplant—everyone here should know how difficult it is."

Everyone fell silent.

Some knew, some pretended to know.

"Called the last technical barrier of Gan Dan Wai Ke, it's a signature surgery." Peng Jia said: "Perhaps Hu Yan Hui's information is mistaken; maybe it was Professor Yang at home in Ward 912 who performed the surgery, and Zheng Lao Ban just got an itch to try and assisted. Even if that's the case, there shouldn't be any problem—it's just a B-rank surgery, and Ward 912's technical capability can handle it."

What if Professor Yang of General Surgery doesn't agree? What then? someone asked.

"The patient's family strongly demands this, which Professor Yang cannot ignore." Peng Jia said confidently, continuing: "I'll call Zheng Lao Ban to ask about the situation. If there's no major problem, I'll liaise with the hospital to secure this opportunity."

"Technical department, seize the time; if we can live-stream the surgery, we must ensure zero mistakes." Peng Jia immediately stood up, grabbed his phone, and walked out.

He urgently contacted the bigwigs behind the scenes to smooth things over. But before doing that, there was one thing that had to be done—obtaining Zheng Lao Ban's consent and asking whether he was confident in performing this surgery.

Peng Jia dialed the number, and the other end picked up quickly.

"Zheng Lao Ban, may I ask if you're going to perform an emergency surgery?" Peng Jia asked.

"Mm." Zheng Ren answered absentmindedly.

"The patient's family and a company employee are relatives; they heard that live-streaming the surgery could reduce the fees. Because of family and financial reasons, they want the surgery live-streamed. I haven't directly agreed yet, Zheng Lao Ban, what do you think…?" Peng Jia asked anxiously.

"The surgery difficulty is especially high; it's not an ordinary cholesterol gallbladder, but tissue invaded by tumor. However, I can likely manage it. As for whether to live-stream, since it's not our department's surgery, you need permission from Professor Yang Rui of Gan Dan Wai Ke." Zheng Ren said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, is the surgery difficulty really that high?" Peng Jia was dumbfounded; wasn't it said the difficulty coefficient was only B-rank?

"Mm. How to put it— you know the difficulty of a liver transplant surgery, right?" Zheng Ren asked.

I know.

"The surgery difficulty is one level higher than a liver transplant." Zheng Ren said: "I've got it here; if you want to live-stream the surgery, hurry up and contact Professor Yang."

"Uh..." Peng Jia, hearing Zheng Ren's description, instantly wilted: "I... I'll try to contact Professor Yang on my end, and then have Hu Yan Hui contact you."

Not an ordinary surgery? The difficulty should be greater than a liver transplant?

Damn it, after all this fuss, we can't live-stream. The surgery difficulty isn't B-rank—it's directly become S-rank!

This won't do; Peng Jia immediately dismissed the idea of live-streaming the surgery in his mind.

…

Zheng Ren sat in Xie Yiren's car, and the two rushed to the hospital.

From East City to West City, it's still too far, Zheng Ren thought.

Peng Jia's call came through; after hanging up, Xie Yiren glanced at Zheng Ren with some surprise and asked: "The surgery is quite major."

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded: "If nothing unexpected happens, the patient probably won't get off the operating table."

"……" Xie Yiren was stunned.

"I'm that unexpected, don't worry." Zheng Ren smiled, reached out and touched Xie Yiren's head, saying: "Today's surgery is somewhat special; the required instruments differ from those of a regular gallbladder surgery."

Oh? What do you need?

For example... Zheng Ren explained the instruments he needed to Xie Yiren, who nodded repeatedly, fluffy and adorable.

Night, gradually deepening.

The neon lights of the metropolis shone brightly, illuminating Zheng Ren's way to the emergency surgery.

The night breeze was gentle, somewhat tender. The romance between the two existed only for a brief moment of warmth on the way rushing to the operating room.

Hurrying to Ward 912, Zheng Ren jumped out of the car and sprinted all the way, reaching the sixth floor of the Inpatient Department and bursting into the Gengyishi.

Golden Palm is quite far from the hospital; the patient has been left hanging on the operating table. Seizing every minute and every second, this is Zheng Ren's sole thought.

As for the surgery live broadcast, Zheng Ren had long forgotten about it.

Whether I agree or not is a small matter; Professor Yang's side definitely won't agree.

As for losing an Opportunity for Fame Under Heaven... Zheng Ren never even thought about this matter.