Chapter 983: 962 Birth Horoscope

In less than two hours, Zhou Chun Yong benefited greatly.

It's like the difference between a group tutoring class and one-on-one tutoring—the level of detail is certainly different. Moreover, Zhou Chun Yong is an elite in the field; he had already begun studying interventional medicine when it first emerged in China.

He had many questions about TIPS surgery, which he had been pondering and summarizing over the years, but due to limitations in his technical skill and personal talent, he had reached no conclusion.

The missing opportunity was found with Zheng Ren.

The final shortcoming was made up.

After carefully examining each thick film, Zhou Chun Yong felt as if he had been reborn.

"Boss Zheng, although you're young, your skill is truly high." Zhou Chun Yong said with a smile.

"You flatter me." Zheng Ren said: "Judging by the current situation, the patient should be fine; we'll prepare for the day after tomorrow… Chang Yue, we're free the day after tomorrow, right?"

"No problem." Chang Yue replied without looking up while recording postoperative patient test results and related data.

"Alright, let's tentatively schedule it for the day after tomorrow." Zheng Ren said.

"Where do you live? I'll come pick you up the day after tomorrow." Zhou Chun Yong, feeling as humble as dust, actually offered to come fetch Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "I'll first do rounds; I can go myself—it's not far, so no need to trouble you."

Before he could say goodbye, Zheng Ren received a call from Su Yun.

"Boss, come up and take a look at the surgery."

"Any problems?" Zheng Ren wondered, puzzled. The patient's condition was clear, the diagnosis fairly definite, and he was quite confident—how could there be an issue?

"The mediastinal repair is basically done, but exploration revealed something off with the pericardium." Su Yun said.

"Alright, I'll go have a look." Zheng Ren felt reassured hearing that. Su Yun wasn't asking him to solve a problem; he had spotted a strange case and wanted Zheng Ren to see something novel.

"Boss Zheng, then you're busy; let's meet early the day after tomorrow." Zhou Chun Yong, sensing the cue, didn't suggest eating together or anything, and took his leave with a chuckle.

Zheng Ren left the Intervention Department, went to the operating room to check the pericardial issue, and while walking sent a WeChat message to Xie Yiren to update her on his side.

Keeping the leader informed with long reports and requests is necessary.

En route, he also got a call from Mu Tao, whose patient's pre-op checks were basically done, asking Zheng Ren which day he could come.

After thinking, there were still stage-two surgeries to do on this end. Although delaying the stage-two surgery by a day or two wouldn't matter much, we should still hurry. Besides, others like Liu Xu zhi are also collecting related patients in Inner Mongolia, waiting for teaching surgeries.

Zheng Ren felt fortunate; when he left Hai Cheng, he had taught Gao Shaojie TIPS surgery. With one more person able to perform the operation, they were a step closer to the huge number Doctor Mehari had mentioned.

He had already pressed the accelerator; the whole project team was gradually speeding up, and Zheng Ren knew that the possibility of him wanting to idle recently was slim.

After changing clothes and mentally calculating the time, Zheng Ren went from the sixth floor to the fifth-floor operating room.

Before he even reached the fifth floor, Zheng Ren heard a noisy clamor coming from the operating room doorway.

Ordinarily, an operating room gives a feeling of solemnity and sternness, with no contact with patients' families; all communication takes place in the wards.

Hearing that racket, Zheng Ren's heart began to race. He took two deep breaths, hurried to the fifth floor, and saw a crowd of patients' relatives blocking the operating room door, with an elderly woman sitting in the half-open gap, wailing.

"What kind of hospital is this, only knowing how to take money and not even having a doctor who can deliver a baby!" The old woman blocked the door, and the operating room nurses dared not shut it firmly, fearing they'd bump into her and cause trouble later.

Even if they didn't touch her, they worried the old woman might suffer a heart attack or stroke, and then they wouldn't be able to explain it clearly.

Upon hearing it was about childbirth, Zheng Ren started to feel tense and anxious.

Generally, obstetrics doesn't involve major incidents. Like that time in Hai Cheng, postpartum massive hemorrhage or hemorrhage from a scarred pregnancy was already considered severe; otherwise, it might be the baby's umbilical cord wrapped around the neck, requiring an emergency cesarean.

With the family making such a fuss, could it be that they opened the uterus and found the baby already dead?

He observed carefully and saw the obstetrics doctors constantly explaining to the family, while an operating room nurse stood helplessly at the doorway, echoing and urging them.

But the obstetrics doctors' explanations had little effect; the relatives who should be causing a fuss continued to do so.

Several anesthesiologists were rushing over, and Zheng Ren followed to see the situation. Only one nurse was blocking the doorway; heaven knew whether the family would storm into the operating room.

If that happened, the sterile environment of the surgical patient would be compromised, leading to postoperative infections and other complications—it would be a disaster.

Amid the clamor, Zheng Ren barely managed to make out what was happening.

The pregnant woman was in labor; the family had hired a fortune-teller to calculate an auspicious day and hour, which was still seven or eight hours away. However, the obstetrics doctors judged that the fetal heart tones were poor, suggesting danger, and called for an emergency cesarean.

The family strongly demanded to delay by half a day, while the doctors insisted on immediate delivery, creating a conflict. Because the doctors refused to yield, the family's relatives began to make a scene.

Outside the operating room, onlookers gathered to watch the spectacle; although it was very late, the 912 Big External Operating Room still had seventeen or eighteen surgeries underway.

Zheng Ren could only laugh and cry at the same time.

Checking the horoscope for birth timing is something often seen in Hai Cheng, but people as insistent as this family are truly rare.

"Auntie, everyone's physique differs, and so does their condition; it's not as if we can say 'give birth whenever we want' and it happens." An anesthesiologist explained.

The gurney carrying the pregnant woman was right at the operating room door, yet the family and doctors were having this so-called dispute.

"What a damn hospital!" the old woman sat on the ground, pointing at the doctor's nose and cursing.

That obstetrics doctor was also furious, but he suppressed his anger and explained, "The baby is about to be born; any delay will surely cause trouble!"

"That's what the mister said—he claimed there's a roughly ten-second window in which a baby born then would have the heaviest fate!"

The family kept insisting, refusing to budge no matter what. The obstetrics doctor couldn't promise to deliver exactly at that second‑precise window, and Zheng Ren also admired that.

Nowadays, fortune‑telling has become this up‑to‑date, huh?

As the standoff continued, someone burst out of the elevator shouting, "I found a private hospital—they said they'd definitely deliver at that time!"

"Damn 912, it's no match for a private hospital!" The old woman stopped her fuss, stood up, spat at the obstetrics doctor, then directed the family to push the expectant mother out.

"Wait a moment, you all—birth is imminent, the fetal heart isn't very stable; if delayed, problems could arise!" The obstetrics doctor, unable to wipe the spit that had landed on his own face, hastily grabbed one end of the gurney and urged them to stop.