The Surgeon’s Studio

What the hell was a lottery? Zheng Ren was a little confused.

However, the System was not that descriptive. It would never explain in detail. [Reconstruction] was like that. Now, there was a lottery. Lottery? Was the prize RMB or Euros? Zheng Ren estimated that it was a passive skill, like Luck and Reconstruction.

After returning to Golden Palm, Chang Yue looked very tired today. Zheng Ren and Su Yun did not go upstairs and went straight back to wash up and sleep.

Zheng Ren slept quietly the whole night. The next morning, Zheng Ren was resurrected on the spot with full health.

He was injured at the front line, and the rib fracture that resulted from it had basically healed. Now, he only had the occasional symptoms of intercostal neuralgia. There were no other problems.

Zheng Ren opened his eyes and picked up his phone. He saw Xie Yiren’s message.

She woke up early and bought breakfast. She told Zheng Ren and Su Yun to get up and go to eat.

Zheng Ren looked at the message on his phone. The smile on his face was sweet.

The chocolate mousse he ate last night was not as sweet as his smile now.

After breakfast, he rushed to work.

He did not have anything to do today. After the surgery, the patient still had to wait a few days for the second-stage surgery. This second-stage surgery gave Zheng Ren a headache. If he did not have it, the patient could not be discharged soon.

However, if he did not get a recyclable stent, the postoperative complications would be very troublesome. Things like hepatic encephalopathy would be even more troublesome.

The world was safe and sound. In terms of bed turnover rate and treatment of diseases, he chose to get a double stent in the end. Zheng Ren did not have a good idea either.

However, Zheng Ren was not idle. He began to think about the main mission: Fame. It seemed that the System was supporting him to do a live broadcast of the surgery.

What could he win in the lottery? Nothing good could come out of every treasure chest. Zheng Ren was not interested in these things.

He had to hurry up and complete the first stage. It was more serious to see the final stage as soon as possible.

Zheng Ren had benefited greatly from the mission reward of getting involved in the final stage of Pearl of the Crown.

When he arrived at the Interventional Department, Peng Jia stood at the entrance with dark circles under his eyes for an unknown amount of time.

“Manager Peng, why are you here?” Zheng Ren was a little surprised.

“Chief Zheng, the contract has been finalized. Please take a look.” Although Peng Jia was tired, he was very pleased.

The live broadcast of the surgery was a prize-winning project. This would undoubtedly bring a huge amount of traffic to Xinglin Garden.

Whether or not he could bring back the dead and attract a third or fourth round of venture capitalists depended on him.

“Oh, you can discuss it with Su Yun,” Zheng Ren said. “After the lawyer has seen it, it’s enough for me to take a look at the final contract.”

Was he not afraid that his subordinates would lie to him? Peng Jia was a little surprised, but he hid it very well and did not let anyone notice.

That sarcastic and flamboyant assistant was not an easy person to deal with.

He was extremely shrewd. Although he was a doctor and not an elite in the business world, he had an extremely accurate grasp of people’s psychology. He seemed to have known the price in his heart long ago, and he immediately shouted the price he was willing to accept.

Peng Jia wanted to personally negotiate with Zheng Ren; he llooked honest, so he should not be so shrewd.

However, Chief Zheng did not respond at all. He directly threw everything to Su Yun.

Su Yun said, “Boss, is the department alright?”

“It’s fine. You can go and do your work.” Zheng Ren smiled. “Hurry up and finish it so we can hurry up and operate.”

“Okay. When will the next batch of patients start?”

“In three to five days. It’s mainly up to you guys.” Zheng Ren had already tried his best to reduce the length of the patients’ stay in the hospital, but he could not erase the most basic time.

Su Yun nodded and left with Peng Jia.

Zheng Ren went to change his clothes with a smile. He turned in his shift early and did not notice Professor Zhao’s expression at all. He only cared about his ward rounds and reading.

It was a good day.

After the ward rounds, before Zheng Ren could find a sunny corner to sit down and read his book, he heard someone call him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Chief Zheng, answer the phone!” the nurse outside said.

“Okay.” Zheng Ren picked up the serial phone in the office and said, “Hello.

“Oh, Chief Luo, Hello.

“Okay, I’ll go up now.”

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

“Boss, what’s the matter?” Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

“The Department of Gastroenterology said that they accepted a patient with portal hypertension. They want me to see if it’s suitable for surgery,” Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Rudolf Wagner excitedly made a victory sign.

The ice-breaking journey had officially begun.

It was impossible to break through the barrier of six beds only for this group or the Department of Interventional Medicine. Zheng Ren was facing solid ice, and it was difficult for him to move forward.

If he wanted to break through the ice, he would need the support of the chief directors of other departments.

Chief Luo’s support was what Zheng Ren wanted the most.

After all, if a large number of patients with ascites wanted to see a doctor, at least half of them–more than half of them–would go to an expert in the Department of Digestive Medicine to see a doctor.

Chief Luo’s chances of taking in patients were a few times greater than that of the Outpatient Department of the Department of Interventional Medicine.

Zheng Ren tidied up his white clothes and strode out of the Department of Interventional Medicine.

When he walked out, Professor Zhao came to the nurses’ station and asked, “Who was looking for Chief Zheng just now?”

He was all smiles and did not show any hostility at all.

“It was Chief Luo from the Department of Gastroenterology,” the nurse replied.

Professor Zhao’s heart sank.

Did he let little Zheng break out of the encirclement so quickly? He did not seem to have the time to do anything.

He smiled to hide his disappointment. He slowly walked out of the entrance of the Department of Interventional Medicine and prepared to perform the surgery.

A fierce dragon crossed the river. This was really a fierce dragon, and it was one that was full of color.

Zheng Ren quickly walked to the Department of Digestive Internal Medicine. With a smile, he knocked on Chief Luo’s office door.

“Please come in.” Chief Luo’s voice came from inside.

“Hello, Chief Luo,” Zheng Ren entered the door, bowed respectfully, and then said.

“Chief Zheng, you’re too polite. Have a seat.” Chief Luo gestured for Zheng Ren to sit down. Then, he asked, “The patient from a few days ago has been confirmed to have mitochondrial encephalomyopathy.”

“Right,” Zheng Ren replied softly.

It could be confirmed. However, due to the current level of molecular pathology and genetics, there was no way to cure it completely.

It could only be supplemented by medication, exercise therapy, and diet. Zheng Ren determined that the patient’s clinical symptoms were caused by the loss of pyruvate dehydrogenase. By giving the patient a ketogenic diet (consisting of low carbohydrate and high fat content), it could increase the patient’s mitochondrial biosynthesis and increase the heterogeneity to the wild-type mtDNA.

“Chief Luo, do you have any good suggestions?” Chief Luo asked.

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Zheng Ren told him his opinion. He had been observing chief Luo’s expression. Sure enough, what he said was nothing new. It was obvious that it was similar to Chief Luo’s plan.

Chief Luo smiled and put the matter behind him. He said, “When I went out to the clinic yesterday, I saw a patient with advanced cirrhosis and portal hypertension, so I brought him in. What kind of check-up do you need before the surgery, Chief Zheng?”

“The new TIPS surgery needs to do nuclear MRI of the liver to determine the location of the puncture point,” Zheng Ren said.

“If it’s nuclear MRI…” Chief Luo said softly.