Chapter 907: 888 Trusting Zheng Lao Ban is correct (For dear you all, adding another chapter)

888 Trusting Zheng Lao Ban is correct (For dear you all, adding another chapter)

"Let's go." Professor Yang glanced at the patient, already awake from anesthesia but slightly agitated, letting Director Dong watch the patient, he personally took the pathology specimen to explain to the patient's family.

The sterile surgical gown wasn't taken off, the gloves weren't removed either; this attire earned high points in the patient's family's eyes.

Lao He casually picked up a pair of sterile gloves and put them on, greeted his assistant, indicated he was stepping out for a moment, and then followed behind Professor Yang as he walked out.

Lao He said while walking, "Lao Yang, Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing is really good."

"A bit too careful." Professor Yang said: "But he's mature beyond his years, which is also rare."

"Probably it's also the first time encountering this kind of gallbladder; being careful won't be wrong." Lao He didn't really think so, but to avoid offending anyone, he gave a noncommittal comment.

The two chatted as they walked to the operating room door.

Lao He opened the door, and Professor Yang walked out.

Calling the patient's family, over a dozen people came rushing up and surrounded Professor Yang and Lao He.

"The Shou Bing was successful, the gallbladder has been removed. It's a rare porcelain gallbladder; come take a look, the gallbladder is being sent to pathology." Professor Yang said: "Look here."

"Lao Yang, wait a moment." Lao He said, then opened Professor Yang's phone and started recording.

The patient's family were somewhat puzzled, but perhaps this was normal procedure; no one raised objections at this time.

After all, the Shou Bing was successful—what's there to nitpick about?

After Lao He finished preparations on his side, Professor Yang lightly tapped the gallbladder with the hemostatic forceps, intending to let the calcified deposits and the metal forceps collide to produce a sound.

But then something unexpected happened.

The gallbladder, which looked like perfect porcelain, cracked with just a light touch.

"What's going on?" Professor Yang stared, dumbfounded.

If it's that fragile, why didn't the gallbladder rupture while inside the patient?

Could it be that I used too much force? I hardly exerted any.

The patient's family all looked bewildered, wondering whether this was porcelain fired in a kiln or a removed gallbladder…

"Porcelain gallbladders are just like this—especially fragile." Professor Yang improvised, speaking off the cuff, keeping the atmosphere from cooling and not letting anyone realize he hadn't realized the gallbladder's fragility.

"Look here." Professor Yang tried to flip the gallbladder with the hemostatic forceps, but with just a little force, the whole gallbladder shattered instantly like an egg.

"……" Lao He froze.

"……" Professor Yang froze.

"……" The patient's family also froze.

What the hell is going on?!

Inside the gallbladder, a roughly 4 cm irregular object wrapped in calcification appeared before everyone's eyes. Moreover, there was a pile of bluish gallstones. The digestive fluid, filled with sand‑like stones, flowed in the pathology basin, giving off a strange odor.

Just this pile of bluish solid looked a little frightening.

Based on Professor Yang's experience, an irregular object like this inside the gallbladder could only be a tumor.

He stared for a few seconds, recalling Zheng Ren's myriad careful actions during the Shou Bing.

It turns out the gallbladder is that fragile—just a touch and it breaks.

No wonder Zheng Lao Ban specially called me, telling me not to operate and to wait for him to arrive before saying anything.

At this moment, all the unreasonable phenomena during the Shou Bing finally received their proper explanations.

So that's how it is.

This thought lingered in the minds of Professor Yang and Lao He.

After a silence of about ten seconds, Professor Yang continued: "Here, this is a malignant tumor inside the gallbladder. Looking intraoperatively, because the gallbladder wall has calcium deposits forming a porcelain gallbladder, the tumor has not yet spread."

"Specifically, we'll have to wait for the pathology report. The several lymph node groups removed look fine on inspection."

"Any other problems?"

Professor Yang tapped the edge of the pathology basin with the hemostatic forceps, producing a clear sound.

Like a teacher tapping a blackboard.

The patient's family all fell silent; this kind of gallbladder exceeded their imagination.

Is this really a gallbladder?

But at the operating room door, facing Professor Yang in a sterile surgical gown and the blood‑stained gloves, no one raised a question.

Apart from a few individuals with ulterior motives, the vast majority still give doctors high respect.

"The patient will be brought out soon; please wait here." Seeing no objections from the family, Professor Yang left a remark and returned to the operating room with Lao He.

A chill ran down his back; the more Professor Yang thought about it, the more frightened he became, so he simply dared not think further.

"Lao Yang, this Shou Bing…" Lao He murmured from behind him.

He had only said half of it when he got stuck.

Lao He raked his brains but couldn't find an adjective to describe Zheng Ren's skill.

Is it too awesome?

How could the Shou Bing that just ended be described with just two words "awesome"?

Professor Yang remained silent, still immersed in the aftermath of fright.

My choice was correct—choosing to trust Zheng Lao Ban. Looking back, it's simply too wise.

If I had operated before Zheng Lao Ban arrived, and the gallbladder broke, I won't even mention the patient's postoperative condition, but the Shou Bing certainly couldn't be described as perfect as it is now.

If bile leaked into the abdomen, even if the patient could leave the table alive, there would be a certain probability of perioperative death. Even if discharged alive, subsequent tumor metastasis would be another gate of hell.

After putting the pathology basin back, Professor Yang was still shaken.

"Want to go smoke a cigarette?" Lao He asked.

Professor Yang nodded, and the two went to the on‑call room, where Lao He opened the window.

The night wind blew in, a bit cool. The wind cleared his muddled mind, making him much more awake.

Lao He lit two cigarettes, took a puff, looked at Professor Yang's expression, knowing he was still shaken, and laughed: "Lao Yang, your luck is really not bad."

Professor Yang nodded, that's exactly right.

"I've been doing anesthesia for over twenty years, I've seen over a thousand or eight hundred removed gallbladders, but this is the first time I've seen this kind of gallbladder."

"Yeah, I've also done over ten cases of porcelain gallbladder, never encountered this." Professor Yang took a puff of cigarette, stood by the window, looking at the city lights, feeling moved.

"It's best if nothing goes wrong. Speaking of which, Zheng Lao Ban looks young, but his skill is truly awesome!" Lao He said, recalling something, and said: "Lao Yang, send me a copy of the Shou Bing video."

"If you take it back, such a big video will crash the phone on data."

"You're being petty." Lao He scolded, "A big professor like you, worrying about a little data?"

"My family is strict, they don't even let me smoke now." Yang Rui gave a hehe laugh, not embarrassed at all.

He took two hard drags, tossed the cigarette butt into a mineral water bottle, and hurriedly said, "I'm heading back."

"What's the rush?"

"Let's go check the video." Saying that, Professor Yang had already left the Zhibanshi, hurriedly went to change clothes, preparing to go see a patient, then find a Silence place to carefully watch how Zheng Lao Ban removed the gallbladder.

That brittleness, Professor Yang couldn't figure out how to remove it intact. Even though he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe it.

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Around May Day, during the period of extra chapters for monthly tickets, friends gave me a lot of help.

I have nothing to repay with, only updates.

Lately I've been too tired; this morning my condition acted up, so I lazily wrote just a single chapter and rested, adjusting my body. Mingtian's update might not come out all at once as five chapters, but I'll write it later. It will only be delayed, not missing.

Adjust my schedule and condition as soon as possible, in a day or two return to the original rhythm and pace.

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This is a chapter just finished, proofread, directly posted to express my feelings.

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