Chapter 937: and translation of chapter title

"Zheng Lao Ban, how is the Shou Bing done today?" Lao He asked with a smile.

"We'll try first; if we can get the stent in, the surgery is over. If not, we'll still need the General Surgery Department to do an incision. Then we'll assist." Zheng Ren said.

Zheng Renhe and Lao He were chatting when the patient's endotracheal tube had been inserted, connected to the ventilator, general anesthesia went smoothly; they were eager and could already scrub up.

At that moment, a tall and thin doctor walked in.

The isolation gown was already oversized; the tall, thin doctor wearing it swayed loosely. He was just a rough guy, not worried about exposure.

"Zheng Lao Ban, thanks for that day." The tall, thin doctor came up to Zheng Ren and said politely.

Zheng Ren blinked, wondering if he knew him.

He must have mistaken the person.

If Su Yun were here, that guy would never forget someone he'd met once. Zheng Ren felt a bit regretful, bringing Su Yun up; he guessed that by now Su Yun had already chatted with this person, and then he could figure out who it was from the clues.

That way, nobody would be embarrassed.

The tall, thin doctor smiled and said, "Zheng Lao Ban, I'm Feng Jianguo from the General Surgery Department. This is our first meeting. Last time you helped us place a stent; do you still remember?"

"Uh… that's right," Zheng Ren quickly replied, "Oh, Professor Feng, nice to meet you."

"The patient's surgery is already done, very clean, no fistula, awaiting the second‑stage anastomosis." Professor Feng said, "Thanks also to Zheng Lao Ban."

Lao He listened to their conversation, furrowed his brow, and said, "Old Feng, your procedure is normally done in the Interventional Surgery Room; if you move it to the Big External Operating Room, the head nurse will scold you each time she sees you."

"There's nothing to be done; if it needs to be done, we do it." Professor Feng didn't mind; everyone complaining below is normal. If something really came up, nobody would back down.

Haven't they done enough of those messy surgeries in the Big External Operating Room?

"Zheng Lao Ban, I looked at the images; the difficulty is high. If the stent won't go in, what do we do next?" Professor Feng didn't mince words; just saying pleasant things won't treat the patient lying there.

In any case, it's best to communicate first.

"Either way, first use Meilan Marking; if we can find it, that's best. If not, we can only embolize and wait for the intestinal wall to die." Zheng Ren said.

For this surgery, the Meilan Marking must be super‑selective.

Otherwise, if you go super‑selective into the superior mesenteric artery and inject dye, you'll just see a blue blur and won't notice any arterial dissection appearing in that vessel.

Zheng Lao Ban spoke with confidence; he estimated the super‑selective approach would be fine.

Professor Feng made a judgment.

Seeing that the anesthesia was nearing its end, Professor Rudolf Wagner scrubbed his hands and came out, preparing to disinfect; Zheng Ren said, "Professor Feng, I'm going to scrub up."

Professor Feng nodded, said nothing, and watched Zheng Ren turn and leave.

"Zheng Lao Ban, I'll find you a violin piece," Lao He said loudly.

"Sure," Zheng Ren replied indifferently.

Lao He was wearing a lead clothing; this was an interventional procedure under general anesthesia, and the anesthesiologist also needed to be inside, so he wore one too. Hearing Zheng Ren say that, he exchanged a few words with his assistant and then happily went to look for the downloaded music.

The operating room was built earlier; although the sound system is decent, it lacks Bluetooth, so only a USB drive can be used.

Zheng Lao Ban likes the violin; he probably plays well too, Lao He thought.

Going to the sixth‑floor Zhibanshi, he opened the cabinet, took out the USB drive, and Lao He immediately returned to the operating area.

The airtight lead door was already closed; the assistant inside was watching, and Lao He glanced at the ECG Monitor screen in the operating area—various vital signs were stable, nothing wrong.

He plugged in the USB drive, opened it, and began searching for the downloaded violin piece.

"Lao He, what are you doing?" Professor Feng asked.

"Zheng Lao Ban likes to listen to music during surgery; isn't this just to play some music to relax him?" Lao He said.

"Are you sure?" Professor Feng asked, somewhat surprised.

"The other night in the ER, we did a porcelain‑gallbladder procedure; Zheng Lao Ban's dissection of the gallbladder was really meticulous. By the way, I sent the surgery video to Xinglin Yuan—have you seen it?" Lao He lifted his head, glared at Professor Feng, and expressed his dissatisfaction.

You've only just met Zheng Lao Ban; what gives you the right to ask if I'm sure?

Having found Tchaikovsky's D‑major violin concerto, Lao He prepared to play it. Last time he watched Zheng Lao Ban perform Blunt Dissection of the gallbladder, the final rhythm and the music's beat vaguely harmonized—it was beautiful.

I don't know if Zheng Lao Ban can pull off a similarly spectacular performance in an interventional procedure.

"Old Feng, you haven't seen it—what a shame." Lao He, having found Tchaikovsky's D‑major violin concerto, told Professor Feng, "Zheng Lao Ban's General Surgery procedures are performed better than yours."

It's just chatter in the operating room—half true, half false, a bit of exaggeration doesn't matter; Lao He isn't afraid of Professor Feng getting angry.

But Professor Feng said nothing.

Lao He blinked, wondering if he had really made him angry; Old Feng's temper shouldn't be that bad.

Just then, the airtight lead door opened and the instrument nurse walked in.

This is…

"Lao He, the surgery is over; you don't need to play music anymore." Professor Feng patted Lao He on the shoulder and said.

"……" Lao He blinked.

He powered down, went downstairs, retrieved the USB drive, came back up, and chatted for a moment.

By this point, we should just be finishing the super‑selective step; how could the surgery already be over?

"Don't make a fuss." Lao He laughed and said, "Are you angry because I said your surgery isn't as good as Zheng Lao Ban's?"

"Who's arguing with you? Hurry up and administer the medication for the patient." Professor Feng said.

"The anesthesia is quite good."

"The surgery is over; wake up quickly, and we'll head downstairs." Professor Feng said.

Lao He was truly stunned; he glanced inside and saw Zheng Ren already stepping down from the platform, while Professor Rudolf Wagner, the Germany professor, tall and burly, was applying pressure to stop bleeding at the postoperative puncture site.

Good grief, it's really done?

Lao He didn't even have time to put on the Tchaikovsky D‑major violin concerto; he rushed in and asked, "Zheng Lao Ban, did the surgery go smoothly?"

That question came off a bit slick, but Zheng Ren didn't think much of it.

"It went smoothly; post‑op I expect no problems." Zheng Ren laughed, tore off his sterile gown and tossed it into the medical waste bin.

"How could it be so fast?" Lao He blurted out in surprise.

"Still okay, Super-selective goes in, place stent, open, then it's over, huh." Zheng Ren didn't mind, the matter of playing music had long been forgotten to the back of his head.

Xiao Yi Ren wasn't there either, listening to some violin piece.

Tchaikovsky's D major violin concerto, what is a concerto Zheng Ren doesn't know, he doesn't have that refined bone.

Lao He stared blankly at the screen opposite the operator, showing the final image of the interventional surgery—a membrane-covered stent completely covering the damaged spot of the Blood Vessel, blood flow restored smoothly.

Really it's over, but this is too fast.

Zheng Lao Ban's general surgery level is high, interventional level……even higher!