Chapter 423 - 269: Zhengchu Wang

Chapter 423: Chapter 269: Zhengchu Wang

Inside the operating room.

Jiang He was still in the mood to joke.

"Old Liang, the camera just dipped. Getting tired?"

Liang Shaojun gave a wry smile. "Boss, my bad. Your pace is just too fast. I was surprised for a moment and my hand slipped. Sorry."

Sigh. ’There’s nothing I can do. I really can’t keep up.’

As the Mirror Holder, he had to ensure the camera’s view was always in the optimal position.

Jiang He’s movements were too fast.

Even with Liang Shaojun’s complete concentration, a small mistake was inevitable.

But as Jiang He had said, this sort of thing was normal, and he wasn’t the type to lose his temper over it.

"Dissection of the pancreatic neck is complete."

"Stapler."

"Vascular structures confirmed secure."

"Specimen bag."

"No active bleeding."

"Irrigating the abdominal cavity."

"Placing drainage tube."

His closing movements were, as expected, smooth as flowing water.

Jiang He tossed the needle holder into the kidney dish and took off his gloves. "Surgery’s over. Get ready to suture. Old Liang, you’re up."

Liang Shaojun nodded quickly. "Oh, oh, right. Okay."

This was perhaps the most diligent suturing he had ever done in his life.

He wanted to show Jiang He his true skills, hoping Jiang He would bring him along for the next surgery.

The pressure of operating with Jiang He was immense, but you could also learn so much.

This was a top-tier surgeon giving you a live demonstration, right in front of your eyes.

Priceless.

Just then, Lin Peidong glanced at the wall clock.

"Director... Director Jiang, it’s... it’s over??"

"Yep. Didn’t we just take out the specimen?"

Jiang He was washing his hands at the sink. Hearing this, he glanced back at him.

Lin Peidong looked at the anesthesia depth indicator on the monitor.

Then he looked at the untouched pile of backup blood plasma nearby.

The expression on his face was a picture.

Finally, he couldn’t help but complain:

"Seriously... I prepared an anesthesia plan for a level-four major surgery! I calculated the general anesthetic dosage for four hours, but it’s only been forty-five minutes! How am I supposed to reverse this? The patient will have to sleep on the table for a few more hours before waking up naturally!"

Chen Jing couldn’t hold it in and let out a soft laugh.

In reality, anesthesiologists titrate the dosage at any time based on the level of surgical stimulation and duration.

So Lin Peidong was just being dramatic for show.

It had been a long time since she’d seen Lin Peidong act this way toward an attending surgeon.

The last time she saw a scene like this was when Yang Xu was performing a pancreaticoduodenectomy.

’How should I put this? Like master, like apprentice, I guess.’

’And the student has truly surpassed the master.’

In the observation room.

Yang Xu was the first to applaud.

The others quickly followed suit.

Everyone clapped, nodded, and then exchanged glances filled with approval.

A few who were on good terms with each other had already started discussing it.

"This surgical technique of Jiang He’s... it seems much easier to perform than we imagined, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah, after watching him do it, the patient really wasn’t harmed much. It’s so much better than a major open surgery."

"Do you think we could learn this minimally invasive approach?"

"Uh... it’d be difficult."

"I think we should first have Jiang He give a lecture in the hospital, just talking about this case. Especially how he predicted the vascular variation ahead of time. I think that’s crucial."

"Right? If he summarizes his findings, it might even update anatomical theory..."

As they discussed this, a thought suddenly flashed through their minds: ’No wonder everyone wants to work under Jiang He.’

Any little bit of knowledge Jiang He let slip, if properly summarized, could be published as a top-tier paper.

’I suddenly feel like picking Jiang He up and giving him a good shake. He’s definitely got a lot more knowledge stored away in there...’

Yang Xu looked at Wang Zhengchu and said, "Director Wang, what do you say?"

He didn’t mean it as a taunt; he was genuinely asking for his evaluation.

Wang Zhengchu was no longer agitated. Instead, he was remarkably quiet.

After a moment, he said:

"Dean Yang."

"Yes?"

"Your Affiliated Hospital No. 1... no... China’s entire field of surgery... has found a real treasure."

Wang Zhengchu stood up and left.

The result was clear.

Jiang He had won, and so had the patient.

The nineteen-year-old girl not only kept her life and her spleen, but she also kept a healthier body and the possibility of one day taking the stage.

So who lost? Gee, that’s a tough one to guess.

Luo Chongshan followed closely behind him.

Of course, he didn’t dare to provoke his boss at a time like this, so he just kept his head down and pretended to be invisible.

Wang Zhengchu glanced at him. "Why aren’t you talking?"

Luo Chongshan kept his head down. "No, no, Director. I’m not usually very talkative. I’m more of an introvert."

Wang Zhengchu snorted. "Don’t worry. I’m a man of my word. Starting today, you will call me Zhengchu Wang."

Luo Chongshan said awkwardly, "Director, let’s just forget it. It was all a joke..."

"We can’t forget it! If you don’t call me that, I’ll chew you out. Go on, call me!"

"Zheng... Zhengchu Wang..."

As he said the words, Luo Chongshan suddenly had a thought.

’Could it be that Director Wang wanted people to call him this all along? Have I just become a pawn in someone else’s little game?’

’Damn it, I shouldn’t have run my mouth back then!’

Meanwhile, Wang Zhengchu took a deep breath and muttered under his breath:

"Damn it, now I have to call him Teacher Jiang? The hell..."

Luo Chongshan, who was in a foul mood, decided to mimic his tone. "Not just Teacher Jiang. It’s, ’Yes! My fucking teacher Jiang!’ Oh, and don’t forget the ninety-degree bow."

Wang Zhengchu was silent for a moment.

He quickly made a decision. "Let’s hurry back. There’s a lot of work waiting for us at City First Hospital."

Luo Chongshan: "Okay, Zhengchu Wang..."

Wang Zhengchu was preparing to make a run for it, hoping to never see Jiang He again for the rest of his life.

But as luck would have it, Yang Xu chased after them. "Old Wang, don’t be in such a hurry to leave. Jiang He heard you were here and said he had something to discuss with you."

Wang Zhengchu: "!!!"

—’It’s over, I’m busted!!’