There was an option to purchase intensive surgical training in the Shop, but the price was … too expensive. 3600 experience points per hour.
Four hours of surgical training was enough to purchase a set of surgical instruments from the System.
Zheng Ren's heart almost broke when he calculated the cost of a set of instruments. After careful calculation, he realized that it cost 1 EXP per second. The system really knew how to calculate.
After the heartache, Zheng Ren quickly noticed the changes in the System's Shop. Other than hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery, interventional surgery had also appeared.
Interventional surgery was a foreign subject to Zheng Ren.
He only had a superficial understanding of interventional surgery. For example, coronary artery disease could be treated by inserting stents, and bile duct obstruction could be treated by inserting stents to improve the patient's jaundice.
As for the rest, Zheng Ren did not know.
Sea City General Hospital used to have interventional surgery. There were no other departments, only a few doctors from the radiology department.
In the beginning, they performed a few hepatocellular and pelvic fracture surgeries. Later, they developed interventional surgery for uterine fibroids.
However, after a forty-five-year-old doctor developed a hematological malignancy, the others gave up on this surgical method of radiation exposure.
After all, he was only forty-five years old, which was considered the best age for a surgeon, but he had developed a malignant tumor due to excessive radiation exposure. Anyone would be scared to hear about it.
What was the point of learning this surgery? Zheng Ren only wanted to perform cholecystectomy more often.
Rome was not built in a day, and surgery was not learned in a day either. After 20.83 hours of continuous cholecystectomy, Zheng Ren had only just become proficient in cholecystectomy for acute cholecystitis and laparoscopic cholecystectomy.
He was just familiar with it, far from the level of perfection he had achieved in appendectomy.
What a waste. He did not intend to devote any surgical time to interventional surgery training.
Zheng Ren regretted that he could now perform cholecystectomy at the level of the deputy chief of the general surgery department.
However, he was afraid that one day, the System would act up again and ask him to perform ten perfect cholecystectomies …
That would be f * cking terrible.
Zheng Ren thought about it and finally gave up on the opportunity to learn interventional surgery.
He was used to being poor since he was young and had to spend every penny he had. Zheng Ren's heart would break if he spent ten thousand experience points on interventional surgery that he could not use at the moment.
More importantly, he did not have the 'money' to learn it even if he wanted to.
That was it. Zheng Ren prepared to leave. Before that, he naturally had to understand his own level.
He checked his skill tree and saw that his General Surgery Skill Tree had increased from 1067 to 1360. It should be the same as the appendectomy training. The System's training had increased his skill proficiency.
Zheng Ren was a little gratified. He had taken another step forward in becoming an expert. He still yearned for the pinnacle of operations, fantasizing that one day he could stand at the peak and look down on everyone.
Looking at the skill tree, he suddenly noticed a small branch appearing.
The branches were like tree roots buried deep in the ground, spreading out from the General Surgery Department and connecting to the Internal Medicine skill tree, the Vascular Surgery skill tree, the Obstetrics and Gynecology skill tree, the Neurosurgery skill tree, and so on.
Huh? What was going on?
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment and immediately checked it carefully.
It turned out to be a branch of interventional hepatobiliary surgery … It was interventional surgery again!
However, when he thought about it, it made sense. Once the hepatobiliary and pancreatic interventional surgery was done, he could understand the anatomical structure of the other departments. It was only logical that he would be able to perform the surgery.
The principle was the same.
However, Zheng Ren was still not interested. His goal was very limited. For the time being, cholecystectomy was the only thing he had in mind.
Just as Zheng Ren was about to leave, the usually aloof System suddenly spoke, startling him.
[Purchase interventional surgery intensive training now and receive a set of custom-made protective lead aprons.]
Uh … Was this buy one get one free? Or was it a clearance sale?
There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Zheng Ren firmly erased the thought of taking advantage of the System. He rolled his eyes at the Great God of Light and left.
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After exiting the System, Zheng Ren did not feel very tired.
After 30 hours of emergency surgery in Sea City General Hospital and 20 hours of intensive training in the System's operating theater, Zheng Ren felt energized and full of vitality.
It seemed that the System could indeed restore his Vitality and Mana. Zheng Ren was even more certain of this.
Should he go to work or continue resting? In the end, Zheng Ren decided to take a shower first and then go to the hospital.
There were dozens of postoperative patients in the General Surgery Department that he had not seen yet. As a surgeon, he could not even enjoy his meals if he did not see the patients after surgery.
Knock knock knock. There was a soft knock on the door as if asking if Zheng Ren was asleep.
It must be Little Zhao. Zheng Ren stood up and opened the door for him.
"Brother, you're not asleep yet?" Little Zhao fawned.
They had been renting together for more than half a year. Initially, Zheng Ren had fantasized about sharing a house with a beautiful woman that was often mentioned in novels.
However, he did not know whether it was because beautiful women were reserved or because he was too plain, but the landlord had brought a few girls to view the house, but they had immediately rejected Zheng Ren and ran away faster than a rabbit.
In the end, Little Zhao became Zheng Ren's roommate.
He was a decent person and would share some of the food that the customers could not finish after the live broadcast with Zheng Ren so that he could save up some money for meals.
"What's up?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Are you tired?" Little Zhao's eyes flashed. It was obvious that something was up.
"If you have something to say, just say it. You look like you have ulterior motives," Zheng Ren scolded with a smile.
"I'll talk inside." Little Zhao did not stand on ceremony. He squeezed past Zheng Ren and sat on the bed, forcing a bitter expression. "Brother, the popularity of the live broadcast of the restaurant is slowly declining. I want to start a new live broadcast project."
"Go ahead. I don't have the money to invest."
"You don't need to invest. There was a live broadcast yesterday that went viral."
"Huh?"
"A streamer went to the hospital to get his prescription and happened to see you doing the diagnosis. He started a live broadcast and it went really well." Little Zhao got straight to the point.
They were familiar with each other, so there was no point in hiding it.
"The hospital doesn't allow it."
"I don't need it. I can't go to the hospital to see a doctor. I'll sit outside the emergency department every day. If there's gossip, I'll livestream it. If not, I'll just read novels."
It seemed that Little Zhao had made a clear plan. Zheng Ren did not say anything else.
"Then go ahead. I can't give you the green light from the hospital's perspective anyway. It's all personal."
"I just want to know if there's a lot of gossip in the hospital. If I don't do it in two days, I'll be starving. " Little Zhao started to worry. People at the bottom of the social hierarchy were all the same. They could talk about their sorrows in a day.
"Brother, you know I have a girlfriend. I don't even have money to see her. Life is so hard. "
"Don't. I don't even have a girlfriend. I'm living with you in a rented house. Don't you think you're better than me?" Zheng Ren quickly stopped Little Zhao from continuing. He did not want the wound from Xie Yiren's unintentional stabbing yesterday to reopen.
"There are more things like this in the hospital, especially in the emergency department. There are all kinds of people. If you want to do a live broadcast, I'll teach you a trick. "Zheng Ren chuckled and said," You have to build a good relationship with the people in the security room first. "
Under normal circumstances, doctors and nurses would not care about trivial things like a live broadcast.
What a joke. The emergency department had to see one to two hundred patients a night. They did not have time to care about such things. It had nothing to do with medical safety anyway.
Little Zhao got excited and quickly said, "Of course, of course. I know the rules of the underworld."
"I'm going to the hospital to see a postoperative patient. Do you want to come together?" Zheng Ren asked.
Little Zhao had an electric motorcycle. They could save some money if they went together.
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