Chapter 944: 924 Willow‑color Spring Lotus Liver Knife Technique (Alliance Master Zhong Kui

Not long after, the short, fat boss came rushing over, sweat beading on his forehead.

He was angry yet cautious, glanced at Zheng Ren, not understanding what Zheng Ren was doing, then went to the side of the head chef and whispered, "What do they want to stir up?"

The head chef didn't speak, just watched Zheng Ren's movements, dazed.

The short, fat boss bumped the head chef, and he grew even more confused about the matter.

"Get out of the way!" the head chef shouted angrily.

"……" the short, fat boss.

"……" the surrounding chefs and servers were astonished.

"Master, it's the boss," a disciple of the head chef swallowed, suppressed his fear, stepped closer and whispered.

"Stop the nitpicking, just watch," the head chef said.

"What… what are we looking at?" his disciple whispered, his voice like a mosquito's buzz. Already timid to the extreme, yet curiosity drove him to keep courting danger.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the Willow-color Spring Lotus Liver knife technique. This way of preparing pork liver has been lost for nearly a century." The head chef's voice grew softer, but his eyes grew brighter, he stared unblinking at Zheng Ren using the ox‑ear tip knife to perform a partial dissection.

Su Yun had already returned, standing behind the crowd, holding a phone, watching Zheng Ren dissect the pork liver while carefully keeping an eye on the group of chefs.

He wasn't afraid of a fight, but he figured if it came to blows the boss wouldn't be pleased, and afterwards having to see the officials would be bad publicity.

"Here, in the sixteenth slice of the NMR diffusion image, the anatomical structure is roughly like this." Zheng Ren flicked a knife flourish in his hand and said.

Usually on the operating table, Zheng Ren never does any showy moves; his surgery is steady and even, besides being fast and stable there's nothing special.

Now he was dealing with pork liver, no need to worry about postoperative conditions, so the dissection felt naturally comfortable down to his bones. He added a motion, releasing his inner joy.

"Old Liu, do you still remember the sixteenth frame image?" Su Yun asked.

Liu Xu‑zhi strained his memory, and only now did he realize how vast the gap was between himself and the people around him.

Others say it offhand, pick it up easily, while I have to rack my brain for a moment.

But Boss Zheng has already started working on the pork liver, giving himself a lecture on surgery; if I mess up again on this side, am I even still human?

He struggled to recall, and only after a little over a minute did he barely manage to remember.

"Xi bao er, how about you?" Zheng Ren asked again.

"Yeah, I remember that frame; it should be right here." Xiao Aolifu picked up a small stick from the ground and pointed at a spot on the pork liver.

Zheng Ren nodded; Xiao Aolifu is stronger than Liu Xu‑zhi.

But that's not strange either.

Old Liu is probably just a doctor who graduated from a third‑tier college; judging by his age, he might even have only a junior college diploma. He's spent half his life in a second‑class hospital, never beaten down by life into a dog‑headed wretch, single‑mindedly wanting to coast through life, even if he has some spirit.

Meanwhile, Xiao Aolifu is an assistant hand‑picked by an internationally renowned professor.

It seems we still need to focus on Liu Xu‑zhi; as long as he can understand, the matter will basically be settled.

"Old Liu, it's like this." Zheng Ren, using the dissected pork liver, began to explain the various aspects of the NMR diffusion in detail and patiently.

Su Yun felt somewhat troubled.

Old Liu is simply too stupid, his foundation too weak; he completely lacks the feeling of sudden clarity I get when watching Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner do research.

People really are different.

But the boss is doing this for publicity; relying only on a few top talents, how many years would it take to spread the TIPS surgery?

Mu Tao, on the other hand, could hold his composure; he carefully pondered Zheng Ren's words and gained a new insight into the overall dissection and the NMR diffusion images.

In the small backyard, more and more people gathered.

The head chef began not to understand what Zheng Ren was saying, but he struggled to write down every word Zheng Ren spoke.

He didn't understand what NMR diffusion was, but he could grasp Zheng Ren's knife technique.

An ox‑ear tip knife, in that young man's hand, simply performed flourishes.

His knife skills were consummate—not slicing, not shredding, not dicing, but dodging past the blood vessels.

As for pork liver, the larger blood vessels, though chewy, affect the overall texture.

The head chef interpreted Zheng Ren's knife technique from another angle.

We're all knife‑players; after a certain level we start to have common ground.

A technique that should be flashy and surprising looks calm in his hands, and only I can barely make sense of it. This must be an inheritor of the Willow‑color Spring Lotus Liver technique, no doubt.

Observing the knife skill, one has entered the realm where great skill appears clumsy.

Zheng Ren bit by bit removed the liver parenchyma, leaving the arteries and veins.

The arteries, lacking blood supply, had become like threads; although Zheng Ren is highly skilled in dissection, the ox‑ear tip knife isn't as fine or small as a surgical blade, yet it's still reasonably sharp.

It's a bit awkward to handle, but can be used with effort.

Layer by layer, he explained the position of the hepatic veins, which artery to avoid nearby, where the portal vein should be at this moment, and which puncture point would be better.

This point, what does it look like on the NMR diffusion image?

Bit by bit, like drawing silk from a cocoon, he explained until the end, after which Su Yun also remained silent for nearly half an hour.

Among this group, only Su Yun also has a surgical background.

Although he's thoracic surgery, during rotations he certainly had done liver operations.

Therefore, his level of acceptance is the highest.

Of course, Su Yun is also the most monstrous of them all.

In the end, Su Yun let out a soft sigh. Usually he thought Zheng Ren's level was only a bit higher than his own; if he really applied himself, he could catch up in a year or two.

But now he sees that this little bit is just the tip of the iceberg.

After Su Yun fully understood, he wasn't happy but rather slightly irritated. "How does this guy have no limits?" he thought. "A single piece of pork liver can be played with in all sorts of ways."

Zheng Ren's explanation was deep yet accessible; Liu Xu‑zhi could barely follow.

Although slow, the teaching continued without cease.

"Old Mu, did you get it?" Su Yun nudged Mu Tao beside him and asked.

"Zheng Lao Ban is really impressive, I compared mutually, felt my level Enhancement again." Mu Tao nodded, said.

"Women may deceive you, brothers may betray you, but dissection will not." Su Yun said coldly.

"Um, Shou Bing is objective, no one..." Speaking, Mu Tao was stunned for a moment, turned his head and glanced at Su Yun.

"Shou Bing, won't. Won't means won't, saying all that is useless. Keep studying, I'll go sit aside for a while." Su Yun said leisurely.

"..." Mu Tao shook his head, Understanding from the literal meaning is enough, this guy is dissing me for not knowing surgery.

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