Chapter 952: 932 Wistfulness

"What happened next?" Han Guang Zhi asked curiously.

"What else could happen next? If your skills aren't enough, you can only stay at a public hospital; if they are enough, private hospitals have fixed prices, and you earn as much as your ability allows." Director Kong said disdainfully.

"Our classmates, after graduating as master's or doctoral students, many go to Singapore to register as doctors." Han Guang Zhi said: "Over there, it's said they see ten patients a day, and the income is more than seeing a hundred or so patients at home plus surgery earnings."

"Are you ready to leave?" Director Kong asked with a smile.

Like these old department heads, they've long seen things clearly, and won't become low-spirited over such a small matter.

"I'm not leaving." Han Guang Zhi said firmly: "When you're young, it's good to first learn the craft and follow the teacher."

"And then what?" Director Kong asked: "Yesterday my daughter went to see Jay Chou's concert; front-row tickets were 5000 each, and they brought a bunch of bodyguards—if you got too close, they'd push you away. Your teacher is among the top ten in interventional medicine nationwide; by rights it should be harder to see him than to see Jay Chou. But how much does one expert registration cost? Old Pei?"

"It used to be 22 dollars, but now I heard it's gone up; I didn't check closely, but it shouldn't exceed 100." Pei Yingjie said.

"Yeah, 22 dollars—if you're unhappy, you still get a beating." Director Kong laughed and said: "I think if you dare provoke me in the future, I'll just register you for an expert appointment and pick apart your faults—I know exactly what to do. I'm telling you, you'd better not offend me."

"……" Pei Yingjie gave a bitter smile.

Talking about these things is meaningless; it's just complaining.

"Director Kong, you said if Zheng Lao Ban wins the Nobel Prize, how much would one surgery cost?" Han Guang Zhi asked.

"Not talking about winning the Nobel Prize, just based on Zheng Lao Ban's skill, I think one surgery would cost over 30,000. Doing a gastroscopy costs 40,000 Hong Kong dollars, yet our TIPS surgery is worth less than a gastroscopy?" Director Kong also knew he was talking nonsense.

The more he knew Zheng Ren's value, the more this "nonsense" made him feel uncomfortable inside.

Such income is theoretically possible and quite likely. However, that would have to be in a private hospital, not in 912.

He glanced at Han Guang Zhi in the rearview mirror, and on the young face glowed the light of hope for the future.

These kids might really catch up with good times in the future.

"Old Kong, TIPS surgery uses nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion for positioning; I've studied it a bit and have some insights." Pei Yingjie interrupted the topic, and continuing would lead to a dead end.

The key is there's not much to say.

"This, don't discuss it with me—I'm also a student." Director Kong said with a smile: "Go to the hospital, sign a document, and then Zheng Lao Ban can teach the surgery. Recently Zheng Lao Ban has been dissecting animal livers and combining it with nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion for analysis. I think this method is good; I can get a rough idea just by looking once."

Pei Yingjie fell silent all at once.

The pros and cons of an interventional medicine doctor are clear to him.

The advantage is that interventional medicine doctors are basically imaging specialists; their edge in reading images compared to surgeons is not just a little bit.

The disadvantage is also obvious. Precisely because they are imaging specialists, they basically don't know surgical anatomy.

Lacking intuitive anatomy, just judging from imaging, this really takes a lot of skill.

Like Jin Yao Wu, after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't find the key point. This is because his depth in imaging studies is insufficient; he needs several more years of training. If his talent were a bit lower, he might never figure it out in his lifetime.

And I am much stronger than Jin Yao Wu.

So many years of experience aren't just for show.

Pei Yingjie recalled that when he was at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, he had told him about a doctor who could enter without exams…

Now thinking of that sentence, it's really absurd.

Back then, if we spared no expense… it would have been impossible; this is just a liver cancer interventional embolization procedure, and Zheng Ren did it for nearly four hours.

Still, Director Kong was luckier; it's just that Zheng Ren's growth speed is also too fast.

Looking back on the past, a feeling of wistfulness arose.

The car grew quiet; Director Kong also didn't speak, focusing on driving.

After a while, Han Guang Zhi asked: "Director Kong, what agreement should we sign?"

"After you learn it, within three years, any TIPS surgery you perform must have its forms filled out according to Nobel Prize format. The surgery patients also need follow-up visits and collection of related data. All of this must be uploaded to Zheng Lao Ban." Director Kong said.

"Huh? That's not a contract of servitude either." Han Guang Zhi didn't understand.

Director Kong and Pei Yingjie both smiled helplessly.

Han Guang Zhi is still young and doesn't understand Jin Yao Wu's thoughts. A contract of servitude isn't literal; it involves the discourse power over domestic interventional medicine for the next few decades.

In Director Kong's view, Jin Yao Wu is overthinking.

With Zheng Ren around, as long as the surgery livestream goes smoothly, whether or not he wins the Nobel Prize is another matter. Discourse power—once the older generation retires, besides Zheng Ren, who else could have it?

A brand-new academic star is rising, and witnessing all this evokes a myriad of feelings.

"Old Kong, not going to Di Du for liver and gallbladder?" Pei Yingjie, very familiar with Di Du, saw that the route into the city was wrong, so he asked.

"What would we do there?" Director Kong said: "Just come to my office for a while, look at some patients and surgery recordings, and the time will be about the same."

"Um……"

"Mainly, Zhu Lao Wu cares a lot about face; if you went, I'd worry he couldn't save face." Director Kong, who understands Zhu Liangchen well, said with a smile: "Tomorrow I have surgery here; you can rest first."

Following the host's lead, Pei Yingjie didn't have much to say either, and went with Director Kong to 912.

Director Kong called Su Yun, telling him he wasn't going, and to wait in 912 for him and Zheng Ren to return.

Pei Yingjie roughly guessed Director Kong's thought, but he just didn't understand it.

How long has Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg University Medical Center been Zheng Ren's assistant? An internationally renowned professor can let go of his stature, so why does he have so many affairs domestically?

However, such things are easy to think about; it's just that Pei Yingjie doesn't want to dwell on them too deeply.

He couldn't wait any longer, grabbed Director Kong, and took out a video of a recent surgery patient to watch.

As he spoke, he also took out a notebook, neatly recording his questions.

Thirty-three questions, like thirty-three steps, lead to the gate of victory in TIPS surgery.

Director Kong also didn't bring up the matter of signing the agreement first.

For someone like me and Pei Yingjie at this level, I've already brought this up face-to-face, so it must be taken seriously. If one shamelessly goes back on their word, later people will keep bringing it up—will there still be any face to keep?