Chapter 988

18 patients, of whom 7 patients agreed to surgery live broadcast.

Negotiating with Xinglin Yuan, the live‑broadcast patients are all postponed, to be done later.

After all, it's early morning domestically, when doctors are making rounds and performing surgeries; although the timing works well in Europe, Peng Jia still decided to first establish a foothold domestically.

Only by taking firm root can one grow wildly.

"Zheng Lao Ban, for the first surgery I won't hold back." Leaving the Intervention Department, Zhou Chun Yong said with a smiling squint.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren wanted to say something, but immediately recalled the time he gave Zhu Liangchen a teaching surgery, when Zhu Liangchen was very unhappy.

He remained silent, merely gave an acknowledgment and nodded.

After all, he is a nationally renowned expert who also guards his home and land; at the very least he must maintain some dignity. Using the hemostatic forceps to tap seems inappropriate.

But if one were to speak, it would waste more words. Otherwise, let Su Yun handle future teaching surgeries? That person is sharp‑tongued; on the operating table, catching a mistake could embarrass someone into utter self‑effacement.

Hmm, this is a good idea; we should carefully consider its feasibility.

Arriving in the hallway, the manager lurked in the corner observing. Although Director Zhou's expression was unpleasant, he still waited a moment and followed up. In doing business, if one can't even put aside this bit of face, one might as well resign and go home.

He also said nothing, merely silently trailing behind, furtively sizing up Feng Xu Hui from afar.

He is not old; it seems he has no special connection to the legendary Director Zhou‑invited Zheng Lao Ban, who is said to have received a Nobel Prize nomination.

The two walked one after the other, without intimate conversation or other gestures; everything appeared utterly plain.

He knew Zheng Lao Ban came from a remote small city in Dong Bei, likely having seen little of the world; with someone sponsoring him, he was brought all the way to Di Du.

After making the most basic judgment, the manager felt somewhat reassured.

Such matters merely require putting in the effort to grind away. Can a young doctor who has never seen the world withstand the sugar‑coated cannonballs of attack?

Many senior doctors have been toppled; a vigorous young man like him is certainly no exception. However, the four words 'wine, lust, wealth, and anger' never fail.

Why not swap in a young, beautiful female business staffer? It seems like an idea, but the manager still intends to observe further.

Arriving at the Operating Room door, he did not go in immediately but waited outside.

Wait for Director Zhou to go into surgery, then I'll slip in for a quick glance to see the situation. I often run Di Du's hepatobiliary cases and am familiar with the Operating Room nurses; I don't cause trouble, so I still have the face to pop in for a look.

After all, this is his hard‑won domain; everyone in the Capital Hepatobiliary Intervention Department, including the Operating Room nurses, is well known to him.

"Manager Tang, what should we do next?" Seeing everyone enter the Gengyishi, the junior staffer asked softly behind Manager Tang.

"I'll go in shortly to check the situation; you now go gather all kinds of data. Don't just look up the information on that Longwind Micro‑creation manager; focus mainly on Zheng Lao Ban." Manager Tang instructed.

He still has his basic judgment; at a glance he sees the essence of the problem.

If Zheng Lao Ban weren't propping things up here, who would bother with a low‑level staffer from Longwind Micro‑creation? Calling him a manager is just a courtesy; Longwind Micro‑creation's annual output in Di Du may not even match our company's output in the Di Du hepatobiliary sector.

An ant‑like small company can only sneak a market share when we're not looking. Want a showdown? They're not even qualified!

Manager Tang's judgment is quite accurate.

The market's ecology is indeed like that.

He held his phone, watching the time.

Ten minutes later, Manager Tang placed a call, chatted familiarly for a few sentences, and then someone opened the door.

"Little Liu, how is the surgery inside going?" Manager Tang asked with a smiling squint.

He is well acquainted with the ward's nurses; a few years ago, during the fierce competition in Di Du hepatobiliary, he almost drank himself to death vomiting blood.

There really are a few nurses in the Operating Room who can drink; this Little Liu is one of them. Seeing her, Manager Tang felt acid rise in his stomach.

"Doing it." Nurse Liu's mood seemed off; she said nothing, merely opened the Gengyishi door, let Manager Tang go change clothes, then hurried back.

What's happening? Manager Tang didn't quite understand.

Even if it's a TIPS Surgery, the nurses in the Intervention Department Operating Room have long grown tired of it; what tricks could they still pull?

But one thing is certain: the Shou Bing has already started; I just want to check the situation, and it's best not to meet Director Zhou to avoid making old Zhou unhappy.

Hurrying to change clothes, Manager Tang donned a cap and mask, his sterile measures were standard, and he sneaked into the operating area.

Being an outsider, if sterile technique isn't strict, the Head Nurse could swing the patient chart and smash the person out.

Don't think a few meals are enough; Manager Tang knows this point well.

He tiptoed, trying to be invisible, entering the operating area. Seeing the lame young man sitting on the sofa, a blank, tense look as he peered through the lead glass at the Operating Room.

Still young, Manager Tang thought.

Watching a surgery and still being nervous—what a rookie; Manager Tang chuckled to himself.

He first glanced at the screen; the puncture kit had already gone in, preparing to puncture. This was the critical point, Manager Tang knew.

Those who run the business need to know even better than other department's doctors the surgeries they come into contact with.

Otherwise, this business basically couldn't be run.

Now domestic industry competition is increasingly fierce; just opening one's mouth shows timidity, which is hardly likable.

Manager Tang lifted his head and, through the lead glass, viewed the interior surgery situation; Director Zhou stood at the operator's position, lowering the puncture kit while speaking with the young Zheng Lao Ban.

He watched silently; unfortunately it wasn't Zheng Lao Ban's surgery, otherwise a single glance would reveal the level of that legendary Nobel Prize nominee.

Actually, Manager Tang does not think Zheng Ren's level is that high.

The Nobel Prize Nominee status is likely just hype.

Otherwise, why would domestic newspapers and magazines not have reported it? According to common sense, such news should have been widespread and well known by now.

Probably they were together discussing how to perform the surgery; Manager Tang watched silently.

Soon, the puncture kit reached approximately the right position and then stopped.

Behind the lead glass, Director Zhou was asking something; Zheng Renze made a gesture indicating what should be done.

The two communicated for less than a minute, then Zhou Chun Yong moved.

However, as soon as he moved, the hemostatic forceps came flying like a summoned beast.

Manager Tang faintly heard the whistling of the hemostatic forceps; it finally struck Zhou Chun Yong, Director Zhou's radial styloid, emitting a 'pa' like a thunderclap.

He wore a look of bewilderment and tension, exactly the same as Feng Xu Hui's expression.

What the hell is going on?