"Professor Gu, Dr. Zheng has just finished the last surgery and should be applying pressure to stop the bleeding. He'll be here soon." Li Haitao, the secretary of the organizing committee, who knew Professor Gu, stepped forward and said, "Please take a seat. He'll be here in a few minutes."
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In the operating room, Su Yun was applying pressure to stop the bleeding while Zheng Ren sat quietly in the control room. The lead apron had been stored in the System.
The front and back of the light blue surgical gown were soaked with sweat and the color had darkened.
The surgery was a success, which Zheng Ren had expected. However, the wound and fever in his left shoulder were causing him endless trouble.
Two hours ago, after completing the first surgery, Zheng Ren had already lost his stamina.
Although he had the lead apron, he still could not continue.
Zheng Ren was helpless. He had wanted to give it his all to complete the [Rising Star] mission and take a nap while Su Yun was applying pressure to stop the bleeding. He wanted to try to recover some strength in the System.
If it did not work, Zheng Ren would rather give up this coveted mission than perform surgery when he was not in a good state.
As a doctor, he had to have a bottom line. Zheng Ren stayed true to his heart.
When he arrived in the System, Zheng Ren found that the recovery speed was very slow. He could not replenish his energy in the time it took to stop the bleeding.
Sigh, it seemed like he had to give up on the surgery.
In his disappointment, Zheng Ren accidentally saw the bottle of energy elixir that had long been forgotten in a corner.
This bottle of energy elixir was given to him by the System as a mission reward. Who was Zheng Ren? He was a new generation of surgeons who had grown up under the red flag.
How could he casually drink such a strange thing?
What if he turned into an alien?
However, at that moment, Zheng Ren saw the energy elixir and began to ponder.
There was also an energy elixir exchange in the System Shop. It had been a long time since the System had possessed him. Zheng Ren and the System had established a preliminary trust.
Should he give it a try?
Once the idea appeared, it could not be stopped.
The first stage of [Rising Star] rewarded him with a Master-level skill book, a huge amount of experience points, and a long completion time. As for the golden treasure chest … Zheng Ren had completely forgotten about it.
With such a huge reward in front of him, Zheng Ren did not mind taking the risk.
Of course, it was also acceptable because the System had always been reliable.
Zheng Ren picked up the energy elixir and opened the cork.
It smelled like mint. Zheng Ren did not like it very much, but he did not hate it either.
He tried taking a sip and found the taste to be acceptable. After waiting for nearly a minute, he did not feel any discomfort. He only felt a little more energetic.
Forget it. Zheng Ren made up his mind and prayed that the System would not drop the ball … What if this bottle of medicine was for some alien creature to drink? His body was weak …
The more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. He decided not to think about it anymore. He raised his head and engraved all the Energy Serums into it.
In an instant, a cool feeling rose from his tailbone all the way to the back of his head and finally exploded. A firework spread and wandered around Zheng Ren's body.
The discomfort in his left shoulder was still there. It seemed like the Energy Serum had no effect on external injuries.
However, the soreness caused by the cold and fever seemed to have improved. His body was full of energy and he felt that it would not be a problem for him to perform another ten surgeries.
Just as Su Yun was about to stop Zheng Ren, he saw a lively guy appear in front of him again.
It was very strange. Su Yun could not understand. He had only rested for a short ten minutes. How could this guy revive with full health and mana?
Zheng Ren used an even more extreme method for the next surgery.
After finishing a patient, he carried the patient back to the ward on a stretcher trolley and Su Yun applied pressure to stop the bleeding. Zheng Ren did not waste any time and started the next surgery.
By the time Su Yun finished the finishing work and handed the patient back to the family's interventional doctor, the next surgery was already halfway through.
After nearly three hours of continuous operation, Su Yun's forehead was wet with sweat and his stamina was almost exhausted.
Although Zheng Ren drank a bottle of energy elixir, he was also facing the same situation.
Fortunately, he managed to complete the last surgery perfectly in the end, which was also the most difficult surgery.
"Boss Zheng, drink some water." Zheng Ren's eyes were half-closed. The operator handed him a bottle of water.
"Thank you." Zheng Ren took the water and forced a smile, twisting it with his right hand.
The wet and slippery feeling of sweat and exhaustion caused his hand to go limp. The bottle cap of purified water did not move at all.
Zheng Ren smiled bitterly. He had tried his best. Being sick … was really uncomfortable.
"Boss Zheng, it's my fault." The operator quickly took the purified water bottle and helped Zheng Ren open it before handing it over.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of water, Zheng Ren felt much better.
"Boss Zheng, you're amazing!" The operator gave him a thumbs up and praised.
Zheng Ren smiled.
"Although I've never done surgery before, I've seen enough to know the ropes," the operator said seriously.
There were many ways to evaluate the quality of a surgery. Among them, the operator of the interventional surgery, the anesthesiologist, and the scrub nurse had the most intuitive evaluation.
Business flattery between surgeons did not count.
However, if the anesthesiologist said that a doctor performed well, then it must not be bad.
If the scrub nurse said the same, then the surgical skill was at least at the expert level.
Because the scrub nurse earned the least, she could only stand for a few hours and receive a dozen yuan in operating fees.
Therefore, the scrub nurse was the one who wanted the surgery to end as soon as possible.
The nurses who were average in surgery would not be happy when they arrived in the operating room. The skilled scrub nurse was not willing to work with a mediocre surgeon. It was a waste of life.
It was the same for the interventional surgery.
There was no operator in Sea City General Hospital, so Zheng Ren operated the machine on the operating table every time.
Under normal circumstances, operators were the ones who had seen the most surgeries. They might even have performed more surgeries than a single surgeon.
The more they saw, the more they would understand.
Although this Boss Zheng came from a remote place like Sea City, the surgery he performed was really pleasing to the eye.
Fast was the most basic. The key was that he performed the surgery steadily. It was simply too steady. Many operators thought that it was difficult, but in front of Zheng Ren, it was not difficult at all. It was simple and done in one go.
"With your skills, there's no need to stay in Sea City," the operator said with a smile. "Any big city in the south, or second-tier Zhongshan or Zhuhai would be good. No matter where you go, at least you'll be paid a figure a year."
A figure was a million.
Using money to evaluate the level was the most intuitive.
Zheng Ren smiled. "The emergency ward at home has just opened, so I can't leave."
The operator did not know Zheng Ren's true thoughts. It was taboo to talk too deeply with a shallow acquaintance.
The two chatted for a while. After Su Yun moved the patient onto the stretcher trolley and handed it over to the interventional surgeon, Zheng Ren stood up and moved slightly. He smiled and said, "Thank you. See you again if there's a chance."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zheng Ren left the operating room and headed for the demonstration classroom.
Su Yun lowered his head, either because he was tired or because he was wondering how Zheng Ren could perform seven surgeries in one go despite the shoulder injury and fever.
When he arrived at the demonstration classroom, Zheng Ren habitually knocked on the door a few times, then pushed it open and walked in.
"Clap, clap, clap …" The demonstration classroom was filled with thunderous applause.
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