The Surgeon's Studio c1-799

by Black Ursa Prime

  "Have you discussed this matter with this Doctor Zheng?" Chief Qi asked. "If not, let's hurry up and do so. I have approved the matter with management."

  An instinct told Chief Qi that the person old Wu was talking about should be the same person that Chief Lin had mentioned to him.

  Since that was the case, what else could he do but offer him a position?

  This year's funding...was a little tight but was not lacking in that aspect. Besides, the processing time would take quite some time, enough to verify the authenticity of the matter. If it was fake, they could just kick him away.

  If it was real… Hehe.

  "Chief Qi..." It was then that Chief Lin's voice became a little hoarse.

  "Huh?"

  "I've already asked him."

  "When will he come then?"

  "Chief Zheng didn't agree to come over to our hospital. When I went, the department chief of the interventional radiology department at the Imperial Capital Hospital was also there and had already poached him to go to the Capital."

  Chief Qi did not know what to say.

  Chapter 580 - It Felt Like Home

  When he woke up, it was already six o'clock.

  A fragrant smell came from the crack of the door.

  Zheng Ren put on his clothes and went out to see Xie Yiren had transformed into a little chef. She had on an elegant checkered apron and was preparing breakfast.

  "You're up. Go wash up. It's time to eat," Xie Yiren greeted.

  "Okay." Zheng Ren smiled.

  Was this the feeling of home? It seemed pretty good.

  "Xie Yiren, didn't you say you wanted to sleep in?" Zheng Ren asked.

  "I'll make breakfast first. I'll continue sleeping after you leave." Xie Yiren tilted her head and smiled brightly.

  While eating breakfast, Zheng Ren contacted Feng Xuhui. Feng Xuhui said that he was already waiting for Professor Rudolf Wagner.

  He shared the seat with Feng Xuhui before eating his breakfast in peace.

  Because it was still early, it was not the peak of the morning yet. Half an hour later, Feng Xuhui called and said that he was already at the door.

  "I'll be leaving then. After the surgery, I'll come to pick you up and take you back to Sea City," Zheng Ren said.

  "Go, go. I need to catch up on my sleep," Xie Yiren said. "The day Department Chief Kong came, I was so tired."

  Zheng Ren recalled the incident with Department Chief Kong and the night shift god. He was helpless then and felt a bit sad at the situation.

  He hoped that he would not encounter such a thing again in the future.

  Standing up, Zheng Ren walked to the door and changed his shoes. He smiled and opened his arms.

  He hugged her gently and left immediately.

  Zheng Ren laughed out loud. He touched Xie Yiren's head, turned around, and left.

  When he got in the car, Professor Rudolf Wagner was still nagging that it was too early and that he had not eaten his breakfast well.

  Zheng Ren ignored him. He closed his eyes and began to recall the movie he saw yesterday.

  He would go through it again if he had the time. What if there was a problem?

  He had become an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient who had gone through surgery a long time ago. Countless 'what if's' surrounded him like flies.

  "Boss, I booked a flight for tonight." Zheng Ren had just recalled the two movies when he heard the professor say that.

  "Oh," Zheng Ren replied flatly.

  "Boss, you have to turn on your phone. I'll call you if I need you for anything urgent." The professor was always worried about finding Zheng Ren for surgery.

  "Okay." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Actually, your success rate of the surgery is already around seventy percent."

  "It's not enough at all!" The professor waved his hand and said, "It has to be a hundred percent!"

  "You can do whatever you want. I'll definitely go over when I have time," Zheng Ren said.

  "Boss, you can't do this to Hilimaha." The professor continued, "Dr. Mehar has a lot of weight in the evaluation of the Nobel Prize in Medicine."

  "Got it." Zheng Ren interrupted the professor. "Lil Fugui, on the 31st next year, how high will the success rate of your application for the Nobel Prize be?"

  "It depends on the surgery's success rate." The professor was a little nervous. To be honest, he did not understand Zheng Ren's way of thinking.

  The Nobel Prize was even higher than the sky in his eyes. However, in the eyes of the little boss in front of him, it was not much.

  Perhaps it was the difference between Eastern and Western cultures?

  The car soon arrived at the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University. Gao Shaojie stood at the entrance of the third hospitalization department to greet Zheng Ren.

  It was still very early so there were parking lots available in the hospital.

  "Boss, why are you so early?" Gao Shaojie was also brought over from home by Zheng Ren. It was just seven o'clock and he had arrived so early. The nurses were not at work so there was no way for him to perform the surgery.

  "I have something to say," Zheng Ren said.

  Gao Shaojie's heart skipped a beat. Seeing Zheng Ren's serious expression, he immediately fell silent.

  "How's the second-stage surgery?" Zheng Ren asked bluntly.

  Back in Sea City, Zheng Ren had said that he was going to teach Gao Shaojie the second-stage surgery but he was not as serious then as he was at that moment.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #'s-studio_16489637605120805/it-felt-like-home_51156478836403898 for visiting.

  "I've done some research and felt that my technique is still lacking. However, I can barely do it so the success rate should be passable," Gao Shaojie said.

  "Yes, I'll do one of today's second-stage surgeries. You can do the rest," Zheng Ren said. "You'll have to learn it quickly. I might be going to the Capital in a few days. I can't guarantee that the second-stage surgeries for the patients from Secondary Hospital will be able to be completed by me in time."

  Gao Shaojie understood. It seemed that was the case.

  It was a good thing to go to the Capital but he could not fly back just to do the second-stage surgeries.

  After all, there were lots of patients in the Capital. If they really flew back, they would be in a rush.

  Besides, it was not practical to ask the patients to go to the Capital for surgery.

  According to Gao Shaojie's observation, after the first stage of TIPS surgery, the patients' symptoms had been relieved to varying degrees.

  However, most people were not willing to go through surgery if their symptoms were not severe.

  It was normal.

  Because the symptoms had improved, only sixty to seventy percent of the patients chose to undergo the second-stage TIPS surgery.

  If they were to go to the Capital for the surgery, perhaps not even one in ten of them would go. The boss wanted him to take on the responsibility for the patients. Gao Shaojie nodded.

  The second-stage surgery was a little difficult for him but not impossible.

  "Oh right, boss," Gao Shaojie said, "The hospital called me last night to ask about the TIPS surgery. They said that the article has been published in the New England Journal of Medicine?"

  "I think so. I heard Su Yun mention it once before," Zheng Ren said.

  "It was published yesterday. Boss, didn't you read it?" Professor Rudolf Wagner made an exaggerated gesture. "This is a big event. We have to pop champagne to celebrate. Boss, can you not be so calm?"

  Zheng Ren smiled and did not say anything.

  "Chief Lin came overnight to do the work for the patients for TIPS surgery. He agreed to waive a certain fee for the patients who livestream and record the surgery," Gao Shaojie said carefully. "Boss, I only just found out about this matter. Are there any taboos on your side?"
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br />   "No." Zheng Ren did not know why the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University suddenly paid attention to it. However, the improvement of the TIPS surgery was rooted in the liver's diffusion-weighted magnetic resonance imaging. This could not be reflected in the surgery video recording.

  If they were willing to leave information behind then so be it. It was not a big deal. The excellent article had been published. It had definitely left its mark on the surgical method.

  When he came to the office, Zheng Ren asked Gao Shaojie for a copy of the post-operative review of the patients who had come to the Provincial Capital for TIPS surgery last time. He explained to Gao Shaojie the specific surgical techniques, such as how to deal with a certain position and what to pay special attention to in certain places.

  Every detail was important and the experience was enlightening. It could be said that every word was worth a thousand gold coins.

  Gao Shaojie had a good foundation. Although he could not be compared with Professor Rudolf Wagner, he was far superior to others.

  In particular, he had seen Zheng Ren perform many second-stage TIPS surgeries with his own eyes so he had his own inkling on it.

  As time went by, even Professor Rudolf Wagner was gradually focused on listening.

  In many places while he was pointing them out under Zheng Ren's guidance, he was interrupted by Gao Shaojie or the professor. They had to think carefully for a long time before they could understand what Zheng Ren meant.

  Zheng Ren was not impatient. After all, that was a difference in levels. It was not that they were not intelligent or had improper attitudes.

  Unknowingly, the number of doctors on duty gradually increased.

  When they saw a foreigner with blonde hair and blue eyes standing in the office watching a video, they all felt that it was such an unusual scene.

  Someone came over to take a look at what he was saying but soon found that every word could be understood. However, when they put it together to make sense of it all, it was like a heavenly book. They had no idea what it meant.

  Chapter 581 - Surgical Recording

  "What are you studying, Shaojie?" A voice came from behind. Gao Shaojie who was concentrating on the second-stage TIPS surgery that Zheng Ren mentioned removing the recyclable stent was in a trance for a moment.

  The voice was so familiar that it interrupted Gao Shaojie's thoughts.

  Gao Shaojie turned his head and was stunned to see Chief Jin accompanied by Chief Qi who was standing behind him with a smile.

  "Hello, Chief Qi," Gao Shaojie immediately said politely.

  "This is..."

  "Chief Qi, this is Zheng Ren. Teacher Zheng, to be exact," Gao Shaojie immediately introduced. "Boss, this is our hospital's Chief Qi."

  Chief Qi was shocked but his expression did not change. He reached out his hand and shook Zheng Ren's hand. They could be considered acquaintances.

  Boss? Usually, only those with provincial-level research funds could be addressed as boss.

  Of course, many doctors in small hospitals would also address their chiefs as a boss for fun.

  However, Gao Shaojie was definitely not that kind of person.

  Chief Qi's mind was racing as he began to recall the provincial-level research funds this year.

  No. Could it be like Chief Lin said Department Chief Kong of Imperial Capital Hospital had contacted the national-level Natural Science Fund?

  'Boss Zheng is in his prime. I'm so envious,' Chief Qi thought to himself but said something else.

  That kind of skill was necessary for official business and Chief Qi had already mastered it.

  As a senior director, there was no need for him to be so polite to a junior doctor. However, when Chief Qi caught a glimpse of Professor Rudolf Wagner standing behind Zheng Ren, he guessed that...perhaps this was the world's top professor of interventional medicine that his classmate had mentioned.

  It was better to be polite. After all, it was unlikely that they would fall out and become enemies.

  "You are too polite," Zheng Ren said with a smile.

  Seeing that Chief Qi kept glancing at the scan from the corner of his eyes, Zheng Ren said, "I'm studying the technique of recycling stents for the second-stage TIPS surgery with Old Gao."

  "You guys can continue," Chief Qi said with a smile.

  Zheng Ren did not bother with pleasantries. Time was limited. He did not know when was the next time he would be at the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University.

  Gao Shaojie needed to master the technique of removing the second-stage TIPS surgery's recyclable stents as soon as possible so that he could leave with ease.

  That was the difference between medical treatment and other industries.

  In other industries if one resigned or changed jobs, he or she would just leave. However, the medical industry was not like that. The old patients in the past had to be entrusted to a reliable person so that they would feel better.

  Zheng Ren wished that he could impart all the experience he had acc.u.mulated in the System's operating theater to Gao Shaojie.

  However, seeing Gao Shaojie's thoughtful and confused face, Zheng Ren also knew that he could not rush things.

  There were many things that needed to be honed through surgery in order for one to understand it deeper.

  If Gao Shaojie could master the surgical techniques this time, his level of intervention could also be raised to the Grandmaster level.

  It was eight o'clock and their shift had started early.

  As the head hospital's head chief was waiting for the surgery, the early shift ended hastily. Gao Shaojie began to send the patients to the operating theater.

  Chief Qi and Zheng Ren chatted as they walked toward the operating theater.

  He was very surprised that Zheng Ren was only the emergency department's chief resident at Sea City General Hospital. He felt a little disdainful in his heart.

  A chief resident did not even have the qualifications to perform TIPS surgery even though he was a doctor specializing in interventional surgery. Moreover from the conversation, he knew that Zheng Ren came from the General Surgery Department.

  A small place like that really did not specialize in anything. These were all hidden medical problems, Chief Qi thought to himself.

  However, he did not say it out loud. He was still full of enthusiasm.

  After learning about the situation last night, he contacted his classmates in the United States and went online overnight. He saw the article published in the latest issue of The New England Journal of Medicine.

  Back then, Chief Qi was also an elite in the medical field. He was a level eight English major.

  Although the medical field was now divided very finely and Chief Qi could not understand all kinds of professional terms, it did not affect him from seeing the name of the first author.

  It really was Zheng Ren.

  He contacted the recording surgery overnight. Chief Lin of the medical affairs department had completed the legal procedures and was as busy as a dog.

  However, that had nothing to do with Chief Qi. He was preparing to send the video information to his classmates after the surgery. When he heard that the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University was going to perform the latest TIPS surgery today, he could not wait any longer.

  After changing his clothes, Zheng Ren went to the operating theater.

  Gao Shaojie personally laid out the sheet. Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner stood in front of the film reader in the operating theater to confirm that the patient's name was the same as the film. After that, they began to read the film one last time before the surgery.

  "Boss, it's done," Gao Shaojie said very quickly.

  The surgery today would be recorded. Gao Shaojie was a little excited, very much so.

  The person who needed the video data did not need to care who the surgeon was. Moreover, Gao Shaojie smelled a hint of impatience from the matter o
f contacting the surgery recording studio overnight.

  Gao Shaojie was very happy that he was finally ahead of them.

  The professor did not go on stage. He walked out of the operating room, crossed his arms, and looked at the surgery through the lead-lined glass.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #'s-studio_16489637605120805/surgical-recording_51157109659729229 for visiting.

  Chief Qi came over and asked, "Excuse me, are you Professor Rudolf Wagner of Heidelberg University?"

  "Yes," the professor said while laughing.

  Chief Qi almost fell down when he heard the professor's strong Northeastern accent.

  What was going on?

  He was in a daze. A German professor who spoke with a Northeastern accent? That kind of creature did not exist in Chief Qi's world at all.

  "Say it, what do you want?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

  "Uh..." Chief Qi was stunned for a moment before he forced out a smile and said, "Professor, I saw the article published in the New England Journal of Medicine yesterday."

  The professor was proud but looked down at Chief Qi.

  "The new tactic can be said to be subversive." Chief Qi did not know how to do interventional surgery, so he could only repeat the student's words exactly as they were. "Congratulations."

  "We should congratulate our boss." The professor said, "Since you saw the article, didn't you see who the first author was?"

  Chief Qi was stunned.

  That was also what he could not figure out.

  Could it be true?

  "The boss created it. I just learned it along with him. Of course, I also did some work in perfecting the technique," the professor said.

  Chief Qi really did not know how to respond.

  His worldview, outlook on life, and values were all shattered and he could not even put them back together.

  Recalling Chief Lin's attitude when he told him a few days ago that he was going to take in a small doctor, he felt a little regretful.

  If he had acted earlier, would he have been able to poach this person to the Provincial Capital?