Chapter 505 - That Guy (1/2)

“Oh.” The professor was a little disappointed but since Zheng Ren had spoken, he subconsciously complied.

Su Yun saw that the professor was here, so he was happy to be free and did not go to the operating room.

The professor tactfully went to put on the lead ap.r.o.n and wash his hands. Zheng Ren waited for him to start disinfecting, then he took out the lead ap.r.o.n from the System s.p.a.ce, put it on, and washed his hands.

Today at the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, Zheng Ren did not dare to use the System equipment for fear of being noticed by others.

As he brushed his hands, he thought, ‘Why don’t I bring a suitcase with me the next time I’m outstation for surgery?’

It should be possible. Zheng Ren’s mind ran wild for a while before he brushed his hands and went on stage.

Xie Yiren helped Zheng Ren tie the sterile gown. She half-squatted down and pulled the corner of the clothes underneath. She stretched it a little to make the sterile gown tidier.

She examined it and felt very satisfied. She made a hand gesture to Zheng Ren to cheer him on.

Under the sterile mask, the corners of Zheng Ren’s mouth curled up slightly. His heart felt warm, safe, and happy.

The heavy lead door closed, signaling the beginning of the operation.

“Boss, what’s the operation?” Professor Rudolf Wagner stood by the operating table and asked.

“Make sure that it runs smoothly through the femoral vein,” Zheng Ren answered.

The professor immediately began to puncture the right femoral vein, inserting the end-hole catheter through the PDA into the descending aorta.

At this point, the professor stopped and waited for Zheng Ren to operate next.

Next was the matter of the surgeon. An a.s.sistant needed to have the awareness of an a.s.sistant. Professor Rudolph Wagner knew this very well in his heart.

Ever since the first surgery when both of them turned around and walked off the stage at the same time, he had always remembered this.

Zheng Ren began imaging. After that, he chose a controllable spring coil of the appropriate diameter to be sent through the catheter into the descending aorta. He placed four coils on the side of the aorta of the PDA, and three-quarters to one coil on the side of the pulmonary artery of the PDA.

The surgery was already halfway done. The next ten minutes would just be waiting.

The professor finally seized the opportunity and immediately said, “Boss, I know what’s wrong with the prostate interventional surgery!”

“Huh?”

“Although the equipment you use seems crude and hard, they’re especially suitable for opening tiny arteries. All equipment has its uses. I think your decision was genius.”

Zheng Ren smiled bitterly. The professor had come to this conclusion? After that, he decided to convince himself that the equipment from Changfeng was actually better?

It was G.o.dd.a.m.n ridiculous.

If he used Boston Technology or Cook equipment, Zheng Ren was confident that the surgery time would be shortened a little.

“Hey, hey.” The professor turned on the walkie-talkie and tried testing it.

“Lil Fugui, what’s the matter?” Su Yun sat outside and asked lazily.

“What are you doing there? Bring that thing in,” Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

No one in the operating room understood his heavy Northeastern dialect. Even Su Yun was stunned.

What in the world was he talking about?

However, Su Yun’s IQ was very high. His eyes rolled back and his mind was quick. He immediately knew what the professor meant.

“Manager Feng, the professor is calling you,” Su Yun said.

“Ah? Me?” Feng Xuhui was stunned. Who was he and what was this thing he was asking about?

After all, Feng Xuhui was still young. He did not handle unexpected situations well.

After a few seconds, he braced himself, opened the lead door, and walked in.

“Professor Rudolph…”

“Call Me Lil Fugui!” The professor glanced at Feng Xuhui. His eyes and tone were no longer as gentle as when he spoke to Zheng Ren.

Looking at Feng Xuhui’s eyes, it was as if G.o.d had opened his eyes and he was looking at an ant.

“Uh… Lil Fugui, are you looking for me? What do you need?” Feng Xuhui asked politely.

This was the first time he had spoken to Professor Rudolph Wagner.

However, the nickname Lil Fugui made Feng Xuhui slightly uncomfortable.

Under Feng Xuhui’s rented house, someone owned a giant poodle called Lil Fugui.

The two names overlapped in his mind, making Feng Xuhui feel very awkward.

Whenever Lil Fugui was mentioned, the shadow of the giant poodle would appear in front of Feng Xuhui. It was quite dramatic.