Chapter 939: with translation of the chapter title

Uh...

Liu Xu zhi was stunned for a moment, and in a daze returned to Pengxi Township Hospital.

Su Yun called for himself to go up for a surgery, and at this moment, Mu Tao should already be exhausted like a dog, lying on the sofa snoring.

"Yun... Yun Ge'er..." Liu Xu zhi, though over forty, under Su Yun's coercion still called out "Yun Ge'er" quite fluently. It had been a long time since he'd said it, and now, with so many people around, the deep-seated shame in his heart instantly overflowed.

"Come over a bit, that far away, can you see the film?" Su Yun waved, seeming to have not the slightest strangeness at Liu Xu zhi's arrival, as if it were supposed to be this way all along.

"Can you understand the film?" Su Yun asked directly.

"I don't really understand it, but I've grasped the basics," Liu Xu zhi replied cautiously, afraid that saying the wrong thing would provoke a verbal attack.

"Here, take the liver's 3D model and tell me, if you were to perform a TIPS surgery, which point would you choose?" Su Yun asked.

This, it's really simple.

Liu Xu zhi placed his rolling suitcase not far behind him, looked around carefully, felt the place was relatively safe, then picked up the 3D model, pointing at a portal vein spot and said: "Puncture here, needle angled upward, entering the hepatic vein."

"Where does this position show up on the film?" Su Yun asked again.

Holding the model, anyone with a bit of medical common sense could determine the puncture point's location.

The difficulty lies in how to locate that point on the film and then reconstruct it into an X‑ray planar image, so that during surgery one can accurately find it and perform the puncture.

TIPS surgery, when spelled out, is actually just this simple.

But it only looks that simple; actually getting hands‑on is extremely difficult. Otherwise, TIPS surgery wouldn't have existed for decades with a mortality rate hovering around 10%.

One death out of ten patients—this mortality rate is already high enough to make one's hair stand on end.

That's why many interventional‑department doctors dare not even try. With one death per ten patients, according to small probability, for every ten patients who die, there will be family members who disagree, wanting to complain or even cause trouble.

After a hundred surgeries, one might possibly end one's medical career.

Well, the reason TIPS surgery hasn't taken off is exactly this.

Liu Xu zhi stared blankly at the film, his shoulder twitching slightly as he wanted to raise his hand, but then hesitated, lifting it only to put it down again.

"Look at your guts, can't you be a bit more manly?" Su Yun scolded.

"Uh, I think it should be here." Liu Xu zhi mustered his courage and pointed with his finger at the film.

Su Yun covered his forehead with his hand, but for some reason the black hair in front of his forehead wasn't held down, floating about as if he'd activated a mocking skill, laughing at Liu Xu zhi.

"Old Liu, this is wrong," Mu Tao said gently.

After several days and nights of study and Zheng Ren's pointers, he had already crossed that threshold. At this moment, the film seen through Mu Tao's eyes and through Liu Xu zhi's eyes were completely different.

Mu Tao took over Su Yun's topic and began to explain to Liu Xu zhi.

Although he explained things in a shallow‑deep manner, because of Liu Xu zhi's basic level, many details that Mu Tao considered obvious were like chasms for Liu Xu zhi.

Mu Tao lectured, while Su Yun constantly added supplements; occasionally, over a point, the two would whisper‑argue a couple of sentences.

Little Oliver kept translating, while Liu Xu zhi looked utterly bewildered.

Too many details remained unclear; although the 3D model solved many problems and made the whole process clearer, wanting Liu Xu zhi to understand clearly in just a few dozen minutes was a luxury.

"Boss Zheng, may I borrow a demonstration classroom?" A voice came from the doorway; Liu Xu zhi was startled, turned his head to look.

Zheng Ren and Director Kong had returned at some point, with a blond‑haired German professor following behind.

Seeing the situation in the office, Zheng Ren also felt somewhat troubled.

He thought for a moment and said, "Trouble Director Kong."

"What's there to be troubled about?" Director Kong chuckled, "As more and more people come, we'll inevitably need a demonstration classroom. Our interventional department is small and lacks one, but borrowing from others—this little matter shouldn't be a problem."

Saying this, Director Kong took out his phone, pondered briefly, then made up his mind.

"Boss Zheng, if I come back a few days late, will you have met all the hospital's directors?" Director Kong laughed.

"No way, no way."

"Just Director Miao's then. Their urology department's demonstration classroom is the biggest, with relatively advanced equipment." Director Kong said, making a phone call while walking toward the directors' office.

Zheng Ren didn't follow, he saw Liu Xu zhi.

He looked familiar, but he didn't know what to call him.

"Liu Xu zhi, go say hello to the boss, wait for the boss to come over and greet you?" Su Yun said coldly.

Listening to it, it seemed to be telling Liu Xu zhi that actually Zheng Ren knew, this was Su Yun reminding himself what this person's name was.

Liu Xu zhi, ah, is that little… old… never mind, judging by skill level, he's still a junior doctor from Pengxi Township who greatly admires the operator of the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Live Broadcast Room.

Zheng Ren's face broke into a smile, he stepped forward two steps, extended his hand, and said, "Long time no see."

Look at Boss Zheng, the difference in how one conducts oneself—how can it be so huge?

Liu Xu zhi felt moved inside, quickly reached out with both hands and shook Zheng Ren's hand.

"When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived, just arrived." After feeling Su Yun's winter‑like coldness, Liu Xu zhi found Zheng Ren's politeness hard to get used to.

Zheng Ren nodded, looked at Su Yun and asked, "How is it?"

Su Yun shrugged, indicating it was not okay.

This was also expected; the gap in ability between people is huge, making it extremely difficult to get everyone to accept the new TIPS diagnostic method via a single procedure in a short time.

"Don't rush, let's go to the demonstration classroom later." Zheng Ren said: "First, do rounds."

Tidying up, straightening the office, Zheng Ren led a crowd of people to start rounds.

At this moment, Zheng Ren resembled a senior director, with seven or eight people following behind—old and young, Chinese and foreign. Just looking at the entourage gives one a dazed illusion—this is indeed the bearing of the nation's top director.

Chang Yue held the medical records, following behind Zheng Ren. Each record was neatly organized, clipped with a small clamp, and had a blank sheet on top for recording Zheng Ren's orders at any time.

Originally they used record folders, but even if the folders weren't metal but plastic, they were still heavy. So Chang Yue simply did away with the folders and kept the records separately.

Su Yun found a white coat for Liu Xu zhi, letting him follow along behind to do rounds.

In just one morning they'd performed six TIPS surgeries; the more Liu Xu zhi watched, the more his heart pounded with anxiety.

Boss Zheng's skill is high, not only shown in routine procedures like pelvic fracture interventional embolization; even TIPS surgery he can do as easily as cooking cabbage—what tremendous ability!

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Going out is still quite a hassle, but the harvest is also big.