Chapter 973: 952 Zheng Lao Ban, what song are you listening to today?

952 Zheng Lao Ban, what song are you listening to today?

Wash up, eat, make rounds, wait for shift change.

This set of procedural actions is the same every day, yet each day is different.

Patients' conditions vary; every slight rise or fall in emergency lab values may require adjusting medication.

After rounds, Chang Yue began adjusting orders based on Zheng Ren's round notes, while Shen Boshi went to the outpatient clinic to prepare for the next batch of patients.

Normally, the Inpatient Chief cannot do outpatient clinics, but Shen Boshi's term as Inpatient Chief is up, and Director Kong transferred him to Zheng Ren's team; if he doesn't do outpatient work, where will he take in patients?

Director Kong had nothing else to do, so he went straight to the Big External Operating Room with Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

Today, Zheng Ren will conduct a surgery livestream under the name of the independent research group.

The surgery will not involve any doctors from Hospital 912; the assistant is Su Yun.

Everyone involved understands the various steps; Hospital 912's standing in the medical world doesn't need to be embellished by a single or few successful rare-disease surgeries.

It stands in the capital, with dozens of academicians, dozens of leaders in various medical fields, over a hundred doctoral supervisors, and annual patient and surgery numbers that leave people astonished—all top-tier domestically.

Therefore, Hospital 912 has no interest in surgery livestreams.

If it weren't for the solid work done by Xinglin Yuan, without hesitation and giving it their all, this project would likely have died in the womb.

Director Kong was somewhat worried, yet he did not dissuade Zheng Ren. Repeated surgeries have proven that Zheng Ren's general and hepatobiliary surgery skills are world‑class.

Does such a young surgeon still need his own reminders?

Still, he prepared for the aftermath of a possible surgery failure—figuring out whom to contact and trying to minimize the impact.

Director Kong, however, was also perplexed about surgery livestreams on online platforms.

If it were an internal broadcast later distributed nationwide as recordings, it would take a long time; during that period, any problems could be dealt with ample time.

Even if it meant cashing in on old favors, it would be worth it.

But on online platforms… surgery livestreams… the spread is extremely fast.

Director Kong felt he was getting old and could no longer adapt to new technology, new science, and new environments.

All he could do was try his best; in old‑timers' parlance, that's providing cover for the young.

Su Yun, meanwhile, was relaxed, stepping lightly behind Zheng Ren; her black hair fluttered in front of her forehead, strikingly handsome, drawing countless gazes along the way.

First they went to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department to glance at a patient; rounds were underway there, but Professor Yang didn't follow, merely waiting for Zheng Ren to arrive.

Director Kong, however, didn't come; he went straight to the operating room.

As a department head, making rounds in other departments is tantamount to provocation; Director Kong still has a sense of propriety about that.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the patients are ready." Seeing Zheng Ren, Professor Yang got straight to the point.

"Let me take a look, then we'll go up." Zheng Ren smiled, gentle as ever.

From his expression, there was no sign of tension whatsoever; it seemed as if what he was about to do was not a nationwide, worldwide livestream of a rare disease, but just a routine appendectomy.

Professor Yang's lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing; at this point, speaking would only be too late and would undermine morale.

The young patient wore a hospital gown inside and a down jacket outside, looking somewhat frightened.

Zheng Ren did not soothe him.

Before surgery, no matter how you comfort the patient, it's just talking while standing—no back pain. As an outsider, you certainly wouldn't grasp that point.

Even if you did grasp it, what could you do?

The patient was stable throughout, with no sudden deterioration in the preoperative period. Zheng Ren nodded, and Director Dong began filling out the surgical handover form, preparing to send the patient up.

Zheng Ren and his party went to the operating room to change clothes, preparing to go on stage.

"Boss, after today's surgery I plan to raise the fees on the Xinglin Yuan side." Su Yun said while changing clothes.

"Huh?"

"This surgery is being charged at the TIPS surgery rate." Su Yun said: "I always feel it's cheap for Peng Jia. But at the start, you've got to give some sweetener."

"Is this amount of money even worth your while?" Zheng Ren remarked casually.

"This isn't a small sum." Su Yun replied: "Do you know how much profit Xinglin Yuan could make from a successful surgery?"

"It doesn't matter; if they can earn it, that's their ability. But I think you're right—general surgery isn't covered by the agreement. Still, we won't take that money; we'll set up a small fund, letting those with good family conditions keep it. When we encounter similar patients, we'll give a subsidy—it's just a token of goodwill."

"Are you planning to do a good deed daily? This sort of thing should be the Civil Affairs Bureau's job."

Zheng Ren didn't respond, just gave a hehe laugh.

Such patients are most common in the ER; in the end, the hospital foots the bill. Zheng Ren knows he can't solve this problem no matter what, but if he happens to lend a hand when he can, he'll do it—no big deal.

Professor Yang listened to their conversation, which had nothing to do with the surgery; the background was what to do after a successful surgery. He was somewhat worried about that.

He was somewhat worried about it.

Things have gone too smoothly; a slight mishap might cause everything to collapse.

After researching for a long time, Professor Yang still lacked confidence in pulling off this surgery. Zheng Lao Ban's such confidence is beyond his comprehension.

But others can perform autologous liver transplants with microsurgery; perhaps this surgery has other methods as well.

In Professor Yang's heart, it felt like a little orange cat constantly scratching, an unbearable itch.

After changing clothes, Director Kong walked beside Zheng Ren with his hands behind his back, whispering: "Surgery, take it slow."

"Got it, Director Kong." Zheng Ren nodded, "I've also had Xiao Feng source low‑usage consumables. I've considered all possible surgical complications; basically there's no problem."

Director Kong nodded, said only a four‑word phrase, and then stopped talking.

Upon reaching the operating room, Lao He was administering anesthesia.

Seeing Zheng Ren enter, he laughed and said, "Zheng Lao Ban, good morning."

"Huh? You're on duty again?" Zheng Ren found it strange that he kept running into Lao He in the Big External Operating Room.

But that's fine; it saves him, a severe face‑blind late‑stage case, from having to remember many more people's looks.

"I snatched it." Lao He said frankly: "Originally no one wanted to do it; Director Xu almost ended up doing it himself. I was curious too, so I volunteered to be your assistant."

"Oh." Zheng Ren nodded; that's fine too.

"What are you listening to today?" Lao He asked.

The endotracheal tube has been inserted, the ventilator assists breathing, the numbers on the monitor give a sense of reassurance.

What Lao He can't forget is, during Zheng Ren Shou Bing, what music to use as background.