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Chapter 210 - Private Ward (Part 2 of 5)
"Professor Gu, shouldn't you be still in a hospital ward?" Su Yun suddenly asked just as they exited the research building.
His words made Professor Gu stagger on his feet.
"Is your heart better now? You're not supposed to sneak out like that." Su Yun was merciless in his snark, not sparing even a respected senior like Professor Gu.
The worst part was that his words were not baseless. Professor Gu could not argue the matter.
"I know that," Professor Gu said a few moments later, waving his hands, "Cardiologists are no better than us cardiothoracic surgeons in this, you know."
Su Yun just smiled wordlessly.
This was an ongoing internal dispute. The surgeons found that cardiologists dawdled too much, and the latter considered the former's methods too crass.
They always fought for surgeries with related or overlapping procedures, with the spoils going to whoever called their shots the earliest.
Professors who could perform the surgery but were denied the opportunity were naturally disappointed.
For instance, spinal surgery belonged to the department of neurosurgery in European hospitals, but since spine treatment was first established by orthopedic departments in this country, most of its pioneers were orthopedic surgeons. Neurosurgeons… treated only the head region and nothing else.
Other hospitals in Imperial Capital such as Tiantan and Sanbo's neurosurgeons were not able to handle spinal neurosurgeries. Even if they did, their skills were nowhere near that of orthopedics from Jishuitan or Xiehe Hospital.
The feud between cardiologists and cardiothoracic surgeons went back ages.
With current advancements in technology, there were more cardiologists capable of performing coronary bypass surgery. Furthermore, patients usually preferred minimally invasive surgery over thoracotomy.
That was why, many years ago, most hospitals' cardiology divisions were reabsorbed by their cardiothoracic surgery departments due to their lower demand for surgery.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun understood this all too well and thus did not take Professor Gu's jibes to heart.
The gradual transition from internal medicine to surgery, followed by the advent of minimally invasive procedures, was the inevitable outcome of advancements in medical treatment. It would never have been altered by a single professor's objections.
"Let's head back. I'll change the wound dressing for you. Were it not for the both of you, Fang Lin would've…" Professor Gu choked when he mentioned the name.
"You went to see Fang Lin, right? How is he doing?" Zheng Ren asked.
"He's okay, but he had trauma-induced coagulopathy due to excessive bleeding. They gave him several units of platelets and fibrinogen today," Professor Gu said, "There was 400 mL of fluid in the c.h.e.s.t tube drainage system. If bleeding stops after two days, they can remove the tube. As long as there's less than 100 mL of blood, he will be stable."
"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," Zheng Ren said, relieved.
"Thank goodness your rescue was in time," Professor Gu continued, still perturbed by the incident. "When I saw what had happened yesterday, I thought it was too late and my nerves triggered my heart issues."
Zheng Ren chuckled.
After reaching the cardiothoracic department, Professor Gu brought Zheng Ren to the pharmacy.
Placing a wound care dressing set on a sterile plate, he removed the old, sweat-drenched bandage from Zheng Ren's shoulder.
"You'll need to take some antibiotics for a few days." Professor Gu observed that the skin at the edge of the wound was healing neatly. There was slight redness but no swelling, which ruled out infection. However, to be safe, he prescribed Zheng Ren the antibiotics.
"Uhm, I took them yesterday," Zheng Ren replied.
"Three days," Professor Gu ordered, leaving no room for discussion.
After changing the wound dressing on Zheng Ren's shoulder, Professor Gu called for Zhao Yunlong and instructed him sternly that Zheng Ren was not allowed to leave the ward, in case the man snuck out to perform more surgeries and hurt himself.
Zheng Ren did not know whether to laugh or cry.
How bad could the common cold be? With his body being perfectly healthy, the possibility of contracting pneumonia was close to nil.
Nevertheless, he did not have the heart to refuse Professor Gu's kind gesture.
Professor Gu then prepared a private ward for Zheng Ren to rest.
In the end… he was to be confined to a single room in Imperial Capital Hospital. It was dumbfounding.
When Zheng Ren tried to turn down the offer, Professor Gu glared at him and shoved him into the private ward a little forcefully.
"You should be grateful. Only those with deputy-level positions are allowed to stay in a private ward." Su Yun sat on a sofa leisurely while looking at Zheng Ren.
"But I'm perfectly fine," Zheng Ren said in a voice so weak that it was unconvincing.
Su Yun took out his phone and began tapping away at it, looking bored. "Stop showing off and lie down, young man."
Zheng Ren finally gave in and laid down onto the bed. A wave of fatigue took over him.
The private ward of a large-scale Class Three Grade A Hospital in Imperial Capital was extraordinary. It was not necessarily available even if one could afford it.
When Zheng Ren had still been a resident in the general surgery department, they received a patient who was a deputy mayor. Of course, back then, Zheng Ren could only stand aside to watch Chief Liu entertain and accompany the patient throughout his stay.
The patient had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and did not stay for surgery in Sea City General Hospital, leaving for one of the hospitals in the Imperial Capital.
Under normal circ.u.mstances, it would have been fortunate enough if he had gotten one of the professors in Imperial Capital to operate on him. However, he was used to all the pampering he had received in Sea City and demanded a private ward.
Those in charge of admission differed between hospitals; they varied from the chief resident to the matron, or even individual professors. However, they had the same policies for the private ward.
Only people in positions above the deputy level, such as department chiefs or senior professors, had the privilege of a private ward.
Usually, people gave in and accepted their arrangements. However, no one foresaw the patient getting offended and going all the way back to Sea City, contacting a professor from Sorcery Capital to perform the surgery.
It took him almost half a month to travel back and forth.
Unfortunately, his malignant tumor was uncontrollably aggressive. By the time he went under surgery, his cancer had metastasized to three lymph nodes.
It truly was an unfortunate case, which was why Zheng Ren felt that Bu Ruotian had made the right choice.
Zheng Ren fell into a deep slumber as soon as his head hit the pillow. It could have been the exhaustion from performing multiple surgeries while unwell, or the side effects of the energy elixir he had consumed. The sky had turned dark when he opened his eyes again.
Upon waking up, he saw Su Yun still on both sofa and phone in the exact same spot, unchanged but for a slight adjustment in seating position.
Only after noticing the tiny hole in his hand from the insertion of an intravenous catheter did he realize that he had slept through an entire intravenous infusion by a nurs
e.
Zheng Ren also felt much better after sweating.
He sat up and asked, "What do you feel like eating for dinner?"
"I thought you planned to sleep through the night," Su Yun answered without raising his head, "Didn't you say eating disinterests you?"
'...Such harsh words,' Zheng Ren thought.
He was not particularly interested in food, but he had performed seven interventional surgeries in a lead apron while sick. His body's energy reserves were completely depleted.
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Chapter 211 - That Damned Prostate (Part 3 of 5)
At Hongqiao International Airport in the Sorcery Capital, a huge banner dominated the arrival hall.
There was a sentence written in semi-cursive script on it: "Welcome to the exchange visit, Professor Rudolf Wagner from Heidelberg University"
Heidelberg University was the oldest university and one of the top institutions in Germany.
Professor Rudolf Wagner had spearheaded interventional technology in the Medical Faculty of Heidelberg University. His work was primarily focused on researching new methods in clinical surgery. He was one of the members of the German Universities Excellence Initiative.
It had taken Biosensors International great effort to invite Professor Rudolf Wagner over to participate in prostatic artery embolization research.
Money was not the only factor involved.
Had Professor Rudolf Wagner not also participated in the cardiovascular stent grafting project, they would never have been able to make this exchange visit happen, not even with a few million US dollars.
One of the directors of a Class Three Grade A hospital from Sorcery Capital and the regional CEO for East Asia of Biosensors International were waiting at the airport alongside their subordinates.
In the crowd, they spotted a tall German man walking out of the arrival hall within a group of Chinese people. He was around fifty years old and sported shoulder-length blonde hair, bearing an artistic mien which gave off no impression of being a medical professor.
"Nice to meet you, Professor Rudolf Wagner." The hospital director and regional CEO approached him right away and offered handshakes.
After exchanging simple greetings, they all left the arrival hall together.
Professor Wagner was straightforward. He asked while they were walking, "Are the surgical instruments ready?"
"We've put the new production line into commission. No matter what diameter of guide wire you need, we can provide them," the regional CEO of Biosensors International answered with a smile.
"That's great news. I'll only be here for three days before I have to return to Berlin to attend the Haringnar Award Ceremony." The professor was not a jovial person. He said everything that came to mind, the bluntness of his personality at odds with his elegant appearance.
"I know you have a packed schedule, but don't you think this surgery will take your name to a whole new level in the medical field? This is the damned prostate we're talking about! It's been an ongoing battle for years, the ultimate nightmare of older men, but one we have had to solve it with crude surgical methods," the regional CEO of Biosensors International said to Professor Wagner in fluent German.
On the other hand, the Class Three Grade A hospital director stared at them both blankly while his interpreter translated the entire exchange.
There was no room for him to speak.
"This is an existing issue," Professor Wagner agreed.
"I think you'll need this extra credit for the Haringnar Award Ceremony. I remember one of the judges, Mr. Mehar, being already eighty-three years old. He'll definitely be interested in your latest research."
The regional CEO was professionally ruthless. With a few words, he had successfully convinced Professor Rudolf Wagner to willingly put in more effort into this research.
"I've researched the surgical method before. The right tools and equipment will make it easier by an order of magnitude. Damn it! Even if everything is in order, it still remains the most grueling procedure in all of interventional surgery without equal!" Although the fame and recognition that would come with success was tempting, Professor Rudolf Wagner knew just how challenging prostate artery embolization was.
Were it any easier, the surgical technique would have been established by now.
"Exactly. Because of that, it'll add more value to your research. The old Swedish men who judge Nobel Prize winners would show great interest in your research. My god, I hope they don't die of heart attacks when they hear about the success of your research."
Professor Wagner did not pay much attention to the man's joke. He knew that a prostate surgery would not win him a Nobel Prize in Medicine. Nevertheless, all the influential judges were very old and would no doubt be facing some problems with that accursed organ.
This was a very promising surgery. It would be perfect were it any less difficult.
A black MPV was already waiting for them when they stepped out of the airport.
Professor Rudolf Wagner entered the car. Only then was the hospital director able to speak to him.
They had finished laying down all the groundwork, and its executor, Professor Rudolf Wagner, had finally arrived. All that was left to do was perform the surgery.
It would be slightly challenging, but not something that Professor Wagner could not overcome.
…
Zheng Ren was still oblivious to the upcoming event. He sat in his private ward and chatted with Xie Yiren by phone.
He had never done that in Sea City.
Throughout his entire life, Chief Zheng had rarely spoken to other people. After all, he had had to fight for survival, unlike Su Yun, who had his cell phone rooted to his hand.
Sea City General Hospital was rather uneventful. The emergency department had not been incapacitated after Zheng Ren's departure.
The only issue was that Old Chief Physician Pan was not equipped to perform laparoscopies. Most of the patients requiring laparoscopy were transferred to the inpatient department.
The operating theater was so empty that Xie Yiren had nothing to do. She was tempted to visit Imperial Capital to see if Zheng Ren had any surgeries to perform.
Zheng Ren remained unaware of how much time flew by as they chatted until Feng Xuhui entered the private ward with food.
He bade farewell to Xie Yiren before greeting the man, "Thanks for your trouble, Manager Feng."
"It's no trouble at all," Feng Xuhui replied with a huge grin.
This was his first time entering a private ward of a Class Three Grade A Hospital in Imperial Capital. Even though the interior was not very luxurious—one might even say it looked a little old-fashioned—it was a status symbol to be able to get a private ward.
Feng Xuhui pulled the mobile overbed table carefully towards them. Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment before laughing. "There's no need for that."
"He's not handicapped, there's no need to dine from the bed," Su Yun added.
Feng Xuhui began to visibly panic. It had not been Zheng Ren's intention to embarrass Feng Xuhui on purpose. After all, he owed Feng Xuhui a favor for Zheng Yunxia's surgery.
He got off the bed and helped Feng Xuhui plate the dishes onto the coffee table. Su Yun remained seated on the sofa without offering a hand, like a head honcho waiting to be served.
There was a knock on the door as they were about to start eating.
"Come in," Zheng Ren said.
The
door was unlocked. Their visitor twisted the handle and walked in.
It was Chief Bao from the cardiothoracic department, with Zhao Yunlong following closely behind him. There was also another person with them… he looked rather familiar, but Zheng Ren could not recall who he was.
Su Yun had a curious expression and stood immediately. Instead of approaching them, he retreated half a step behind Zheng Ren and whispered, "That is Chief Kong from the interventional radiology department."
Chapter 212 - Amazing Assistant (Part 4 of 5)
Zheng Ren greeted them respectfully. "Chief Bao, Chief Kong, it's a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to meet you all."
"Please have a seat," Chief Bao said jovially, "You're one of us; there's no need to be so formal."
After the customary refusals, both chiefs were seated on the sofa while Zheng Ren sat on a small stool beside the bed. Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren with his head lowered.
Feng Xuhui was stuck in an awkward position, not knowing whether it was appropriate to leave the room.
"Let me introduce you both," Chief Bao said, filling the role of host. "This is Dr. Zheng Ren, as I'm sure you know. This is Dr. Zheng's assistant, Su Yun, also known as the rising star of cardiothoracic surgery."
"Hmm?" Chief Kong was taken aback at the mention of Su Yun's name. It felt familiar.
"You left Imperial Capital for almost two years. Do you remember at all?" Chief Bao looked at Chief Kong sardonically, as if quizzing him.
Feng Xuhui, already an anxious wreck from the beginning, was standing in the corner contemplating whether or not to leave.
He was startled by Chief Bao's words.
Chief Zheng had made a great impression on this visit to Imperial Capital. Could it be that the handsome, quick-witted assistant beside him was also somebody?
He had to be, or Chief Bao would not have brought it up.
"I'm losing my memory due to old age." Chief Kong thought for a few seconds before asking, "Who is this talented fellow?"
"His research was not related to interventional surgery, so it's understandable if you don't remember him. However, Su Yun represents the latest generation of cardiothoracic surgeons," Chief Bao said, "Do you recall an article published on The Lancet two years ago?"
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