Chapter 970: 949 Anger (Alliance Leader ROMATOTTI Extra Chapter 1)

The airtight lead door had already been closed, and as Zheng Ren finished the blind selection, the screen lit up afterward.

The microguidewire had already been blindly selected to a deep position; Zhu Liangchen knew that if he himself were doing the blind selection, he definitely could not have reached here.

Without realizing it, he had already acknowledged Zheng Ren's surgical skill. If even super-selective couldn't be done well, how could it be recommended as a Nobel Prize project?

Then the super-selective would depend on technical skill.

The microguidewire entered the next-level hepatic artery at a steady pace; no matter how odd the angle or how narrow the lumen, nothing hindered its advance.

The skill is truly impressive; Zhu Liangchen watched the microguidewire's super-selective process, feeling astonished.

Zheng Lao Ban is truly not only good at TIPS surgery; his overall interventional level far surpasses my own.

Perhaps he could stop the bleeding smoothly; Zhu Liangchen couldn't be sure, so he could only hope for Zheng Ren's success.

Under normal circumstances, no doctor would ever wish for a surgery to fail; from any angle, nobody would think that way.

Zhu Liangchen merely pondered in his heart that the risk of the second-stage surgery was too high; maybe just placing one more stent would suffice. Anyway, he had already mastered the point selection for the first-stage TIPS surgery; from now on, he wouldn't make such risky attempts, which would be enough.

Although facing the risk of elevated blood ammonia and hepatic encephalopathy in the patient, it would still be far better than bleeding from a second-stage surgery.

As he watched, Zhu Liangchen suddenly saw the microguidewire stop at a certain point, and the microcatheter advanced smoothly into it.

Here……

The position seems a bit shallow.

Although for the vast majority of interventional doctors, including myself, being able to super-selectively reach this point would already be very lucky, it would require a great burst of tactile sense.

But Zheng Ren's earlier super-selective maneuver had not the slightest difficulty; Zhu Liangchen felt he surely could perform an even further super-selection.

After a moment's hesitation, seeing the microcatheter already in position, if he didn't raise a question now, embolization would happen imminently.

Although Zhu Liangchen particularly did not want to speak to Zheng Ren—like a child who made a mistake and doesn't want to face it directly—he still steeled himself and pressed the intercom button.

"Zheng Lao Ban, please come out for a moment," Zhu Liangchen said in a low voice.

Zheng Ren understood Zhu Liangchen's meaning; such words couldn't be spoken loudly. The patient was under local anesthesia, so anything said could be heard clearly.

Although the condition hadn't changed much, the liver's bleeding point was compressed by the stent, and not much blood had been lost; it was still far from hemorrhagic shock. Having lain for just a few hours, the patient was visibly becoming impatient.

Especially since the operator had been changed again.

For a local-anesthesia surgery, this is the worst aspect.

Zheng Ren stopped stepping on the line, glanced at Director Kong, and said softly: "I'll go explain the situation to Teacher Zhu."

Director Kong nodded.

He opened the airtight lead door with his foot, hands held before his chest, and came to the operating area.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the super-selective position is a bit shallow, right?"

"Teacher Zhu, we can't go further with the super-selective." Zheng Ren said.

"Why?" Zhu Liangchen's question blurted out.

"Because your just‑performed operation caused extensive contusion of the hepatic parenchyma, with capillary oozing." Zheng Ren's tone was calm, merely stating a fact.

There was no anger, no blame.

But even so, each sentence, each character, felt like an invisible hand slapping Zhu Liangchen's face over and over.

Zhu Liangchen's face flushed and paled alternately; he clenched his fists, wanting to retort, but couldn't find what to say.

Damn it! Why bother learning TIPS surgery?! He roared inwardly, yet could not shout at Zheng Ren.

"If it's all right, I'll go ahead with the surgery," Zheng Ren said calmly.

Zhu Liangchen said nothing, but turned his body and looked at the screen.

Zheng Ren returned to the operating room, closed the airtight lead door, and the surgery continued.

Director Kong had no doubts about Zheng Ren's operation; with years of rich clinical experience, he had vaguely guessed Zheng Ren's meaning. Especially, he trusted Zheng Ren, whose approach was always reasonable; as long as it wasn't too extreme, let him handle it.

Forty‑two minutes later, the delicate embolization of the six small arteries was finally completed.

Zheng Ren finished the second‑stage TIPS procedure, waited ten minutes, then performed another angiography.

Within the hepatic parenchyma, there were no signs of massive bleeding; the surgery was declared over.

"Hard work," Director Kong said.

"It's my duty," Zheng Ren smiled, tore off the sterile surgical gown, tossed it into the medical waste bin, and turned to remove his lead clothing.

The two removed their lead garments and returned to the operating area.

At that moment, the junior doctor under Zhu Liangchen was applying pressure to stop bleeding; afterward, handling the patient's issues was no longer Zheng Ren's concern.

"Thank you," Zhu Liangchen said to Director Kong: "It's mealtime; let's go out for a meal."

Director Kong said nothing, merely glanced at Zheng Ren.

"You go ahead; I need to check on the absorbable splenic net tomorrow, there's a live‑streamed surgery, so I'll be careful." Zheng Ren smiled, declining Zhu Liangchen's invitation.

Although Zhu Liangchen had uttered that invitation while holding his nose, he inwardly felt uneasy about eating with Zheng Ren; yet since the person had come to put out a fire, not even buying a meal before leaving would be too unreasonable.

Hearing Zheng Ren's refusal, Zhu Liangchen felt a mix of emotions.

Angry that a young doctor would actually refuse his invitation,

relieved at not having to face this person, nor his own mistake.

Zheng Ren turned and said: "Director Kong, I'm going to change clothes."

Director Kong nodded and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, call your own car to go back; I have a bit of low blood sugar, I'll eat something before leaving."

"Okay." Zheng Ren went straight to the changing room and changed clothes.

When Zheng Ren left, Director Kong finally looked at Zhu Liangchen, remaining silent for a long while. The low blood sugar etc. was merely an excuse, something everyone knew.

Zhu Liangchen felt flustered under Director Kong's gaze.

After a long while, the patient was sent back; Director Kong then sighed, patted Zhu Liangchen's shoulder, and said: "Go check on the patient."

"Mm." Zhu Liangchen nodded and said.

"Old Five, ah," sigh. All the endless words are contained in that one long sigh.

……

Zheng Ren changed his clothes, stepped out with a light pace out of the main gate of Di Du Liver and Gallbladder Hospital.

Director Zhou Chun Yong has already sent out an invitation to himself, these few days he goes out to see patients, focusing his energy on patients with liver cirrhosis and portal hypertension.

It is said that they have already admitted some patients; the specific numbers, Zheng Ren did not proactively contact Zhou Chun Yong, and therefore does not know.

This kind of Di Du tertiary specialty hospital, if it opened up admissions, could do ten or twenty surgeries a day, as easy as playing.

However, Zheng Ren did not go to find Zhou Chun Yong, after all he came to save Taiwan, cannot explain to Zhou Chun Yong.

Although he thinks Zhu Liangchen is just an ordinary person, Zheng Ren is not the type to kick someone when they're down.

Walking out of the hospital, Zheng Ren then picked up his phone.

Originally prepared to send a message to Xiao Yi Ren, asking what to eat in the evening, whether he should take the subway home or wait for Yi Ren to come pick him up.

Unexpectedly, the phone showed seven or eight missed calls.