Chapter 947: with translation of chapter title

"Although Zheng Lao Ban is working on a Nobel Prize project, after all he's young, it would be embarrassing if no one showed up." Zhou Chun Yong said with a smile, "I'll go down with you, so no one can find fault, saying our liver and gallbladder hospital doesn't value technique or talent."

Zhu Liangchen knows what this guy is thinking, he blandly makes conversation, and they go downstairs together.

Standing at the Inpatient Department entrance, from afar he sees several people walking over, and there is a girl, her ponytail swinging happily and pleasantly.

"How come there are so many people?" Zhou Chun Yong asked doubtfully.

It is said he was dug out from Dong Bei Hai Cheng by Director Kong of 912, a young doctor, and has only been here a short while. In Zhou Chun Yong's imagination, it should be Zheng Lao Ban alone, working on the Nobel Prize project, coming here lonely.

"Zheng Lao Ban's team." Zhu Liangchen said with a smile: "In the middle is Zheng Lao Ban, to his left is his assistant Su Yun. The tall foreigner on the right is Professor Rudolf Wagner from the Heidelberg University Medical Center in Germany, and beside him is Professor Rudolf's assistant."

"Who is that girl?"

"He is Zheng Lao Ban's dedicated instrument nurse."

"……" Zhou Chun Yong cursed in his heart. After doing clinical work for so many years, he had never seen anyone with a dedicated instrument nurse.

Is the scene this grand?

Originally I wanted to make a couple of sarcastic remarks behind Zheng Lao Ban's back to cause trouble for Zhu Liangchen, but seeing this situation, they even brought a dedicated instrument nurse—what else is there to say?

Young people, they just like to show off—Zhou Chun Yong muttered to himself, consoling himself. However, he is more interested in this young Zheng Lao Ban; how many department heads and academicians would dare to assign themselves a dedicated instrument nurse? Where does he get his confidence?

Zhu Liangchen waved at Zheng Ren and went up to meet him with a full smile.

As a department head, Zhou Chun Yong wasn't so proactive; instead he stood on the steps, waiting for the greetings to finish, then Zhu Liangchen would introduce him.

Really young—aside from Professor Rudolf Wagner, everyone in the group is very young, under thirty, brimming with an energy that makes Zhou Chun Yong envious.

Being older also has its advantages; one won't be as rash as young people. Director Zhou and Zhu Liangchen generally think that doing a surgery live broadcast is somewhat not rigorous.

Even for a moment, Zhou Chun Yong thought that Zhu Liangchen would not introduce him, deliberately leaving him aside.

Such things have happened before. Afterwards, they just say they were rushed for a Shou Bing and forgot—could I really find fault with them?

Countless thoughts rose in Director Zhou's heart, yet the smile on his face became ever gentler.

"This is our Intervention Department's Director Zhou." Zhu Liangchen didn't take an extreme approach; instead, after meeting Zheng Ren, he introduced Zhou Chun Yong to him.

They shook hands, exchanged brief pleasantries, and all the way walked toward the ward.

"Where is Director Kong?" Zhu Liangchen asked.

"Professor Pei Yingjie from Modu left a message early this morning saying he's rushing over. Originally we had already said he'd come, but there was an academic conference over there that delayed him for a few days." Zheng Ren said: "I've scheduled the Shou Bing; Director Kong said he'd go pick him up, then they'd come together."

"Oh." Zhu Liangchen nodded.

Zhou Chun Yong frowned slightly; is Professor Pei Yingjie also coming to observe the TIPS Surgery?

All the way to the ward, Hu Yan Hui, with a black backpack, had already been waiting in the corridor outside the ward.

Zheng Ren nodded, signalling her to wait a moment, then together with Zhu Liangchen began pre-op image review.

In cases that aren't too rigorous, when the professor arrives the patient is already waiting on the operating table. Upon arriving at the hospital, they go straight up.

For the patient's condition, just looking at the imaging during the Shou Bing is enough.

Actually, with Zheng Ren's skill, he could completely do that.

But Zheng Ren insists on examining the patient and reviewing the images before going up, to understand the patient's condition as much as possible and avoid discovering other Shou Bing contraindications after getting on the table.

Zhou Chun Yong merely followed behind, watching coldly.

This young man is very cautious—though we don't know his skill yet, just this demeanor isn't something ordinary people can achieve. Running Flying Knife, isn't it all for money? Time, save if you can. But this person before us is quite another kind.

In Zhou Chun Yong's heart, Zheng Ren's impression rose a few notches.

Reviewing images, examining patients—Zhu Liangchen repeated these tasks three times, afraid of mistakes. So Zheng Ren looked quickly; by the fifth patient, Zheng Ren had Zhu Liangchen start sending patients to the Operating Room.

That way the timing matches better. This side finishes reviewing images and patients, that side completes pre-op preparation, goes up, changes clothes, and directly does the Shou Bing.

When Zheng Ren saw the eighth patient, he suddenly paused.

The smooth procedure suddenly stalled.

"Zheng Lao Ban?" Zhu Liangchen stared for a moment, looking doubtfully at Zheng Ren, asking puzzled.

"I'll take a look at this patient's lab report." Zheng Ren said.

A bedside doctor holding a chart waited behind; when Zheng Ren mentioned the lab report, he flipped twice, found the report, pinched it with his right hand, and passed the chart over.

Zheng Ren frowned slightly, carefully examining the lab report.

He raised his head to look at the images, lowered his head to look at the lab report—two full minutes—Zheng Ren remained silent.

"Zheng Lao Ban?" Zhu Liangchen was even more puzzled; he saw nothing wrong with this patient himself, so why the stall?

"The patient's cirrhosis—don't you find it strange, Teacher Zhu?" Zheng Ren said.

"Strange? Nothing strange about it—Zhu Liangchen ran through in his mind the diseases related to cirrhosis and portal hypertension."

None of them match the patient before us.

"Blood work shows reduced platelets, white blood cells, and red blood cells; urine microscopy shows positive blood and trace protein." Zheng Ren frowned: "Looking at the images, it's not entirely clear either. Teacher Zhu, let's go examine the patient."

Patients with cirrhosis almost always have hypersplenism; maintaining platelets at 80 is already a good value. Likewise, white blood cells are also reduced, which has no diagnostic significance. As for red blood cells… they are just slightly low.

Zhu Liangchen thought Zheng Ren wasn't being cautious…… but what exactly, he couldn't judge. Before, there were patients with similar blood work to this one, and Zheng Ren hadn't said anything.

However, he didn't refuse Zheng Ren's request to look at the patient, accompanying him with a face full of black lines.

Zhou Chun Yong didn't go, after all they're two different departments. Though nominally a department head, it's better not to overstep in practice.

Otherwise Zhu Liangchen would surely launch an all-out counterattack, and everyone would lose face.

When Zhu Liangchen and Zheng Ren left the room, Zhou Chun Yong walked to the image viewer and carefully examined that image.

Cirrhosis—this diagnosis poses no problem. Portal hypertension is also present, with massive ascites, an indication for TIPS Surgery.

Zhu Liangchen, a veteran doctor of many years, has skill and technique beyond reproach; he certainly wouldn't make a mistake here.

But what does Zheng Lao Ban's behavior mean?