The Surgeon's Studio Chapter 319 - Unimportant Matters

Chapter 319: Unimportant Matters

Zheng Ren exited the System.

The success in the System’s operating room had given him great satisfaction.

Although the procedure was not for all forms of the disorder, he was content with it being effective for focal adenomyosis.

His phone rang.

“Chief Qian, h.e.l.lo.

“Alright, we will begin preparations.

“Please bring the family to the emergency ward, I will brief them on the procedure.”

The conversation ended.

Zheng Ren left the on-call room and saw Su Yun in the office playing a mobile game, thumbs tapping away furiously at the screen. He was probably gaming and texting at the same time.

“Su Yun, the family has agreed to the surgery. Go ahead and prep,” Zheng Ren ordered.

Su Yun made a noise of acknowledgment. He pocketed his phone, a smug grin on his face.

Zheng Ren shook his head. This manwh.o.r.e; he could smell the pheromones from meters away.

Professor Rudolph was listening intently to Chang Yue’s explanation of the local medical scene and did not notice Zheng Ren’s arrival.

Sitting at one of the computers, Zheng Ren typed out the consent form.

As this was a rare disorder and the patient was suffering multiple fractures, the informed consent doc.u.ment had to be tailor-made.

Zheng Ren carefully listed down each possible complication. His typing was agonizingly slow.

A moment later, the patient’s family was gathered in the room. Zheng Ren vaguely remembered the young man.

He asked the man to take a seat with a gentle smile to soothe the nerves.

The man had received a non-stop barrage of bad news that would have made anyone else crumble.

Zheng Ren began his explanation of the procedure. Rather than recite the doc.u.ment he had just made, he spoke about adenomyosis.

The most important detail to convey to the family was not the potential complications but the special circ.u.mstances surrounding the patient. There was no way to determine if the adenomyosis was focal or diffuse.

If surgery found that it was diffuse adenomyosis, they would abandon this course of treatment.

Communication went on smoothly.

The young man had brought the patient to many hospitals, including larger hospitals in Imperial and Sorcery Capital, in hopes for treatment.

He had some basic understanding of the disorder. Between the multiple hospital trips, he had decided that he would accept hysterectomy were there no alternatives.

His choice was clear; between the potential for generating a new life and protecting an existing one, he would choose the latter. It was the patient who could not give up the idea of biological children. She was adamant about bearing a child before going for surgery.

The man had even thought of how to console her after the hysterectomy.

Needless to say, he was shocked when Zheng Ren bring up the possibility of alternative treatment.

Professor Rudolph Wagner turned and said, “Zheng, did I hear you mention adenomyosis?”

“Yes, professor,” Zheng Ren confirmed.

“My lord, do you have a sure-fire way to treat focal adenomyosis?” the professor exclaimed, gesticulating wildly.

“It would only work for focal adenomyosis. A hysterectomy remains the only solution for diffuse adenomyosis.”

“Staying back was the best decision I made. You surprise me every week,” Professor Rudolph Wagner said dramatically.

“I don’t think this counts as a surprise, professor. Focal adenomyosis has always been treatable.”

“But no surgeon can guarantee success. Zheng, I hear the confidence in your tone and I believe you.”

Zheng Ren waved dismissively. He was still in the midst of informing the family.

The young man stared at the foreigner whom Dr. Zheng had called the professor. Was he the expert on this case?

“Professor, sir, do you understand Mandarin?”

“Yes, but I’m a bit slow and I can’t understand dialects,” the professor replied.

“What is your expertise?” The young man stood and approached the professor, hope sparkling in his eyes.

He had visited hospitals more equipped than Sea City General Hospital and received negative responses from them all, filling with him justifiable doubt. Zheng Ren’s suggested procedure was a last ditch effort in his eyes.

“Interventional surgery,” the professor said.

The answer prompted the young man to bow before the professor. “Can I request that you operate on my fiancee?”

Professor Rudolph Wagner was taken aback by the man’s gesture. His head swiveled to Zheng Ren and back again.

The man noticed the odd expression on the professor’s face. Perhaps he had said something wrong.

There was an odd tension in the air.

“Zheng, did I misinterpret your words earlier?” Professor Rudolph Wagner asked quizzically.

“What words?”

“When you said you could treat focal adenomyosis through interventional surgery with confidence.”

“No,” Zheng Ren said.

“Then, why is this young man asking me to perform the surgery? I will likely have only half your confidence,” Professor Rudolph Wagner said in confusion.

The young man was at a loss. He looked between the professor and Zheng Ren but could not decipher the relations.h.i.+p between the two men.

Zheng Ren smiled. He did not blame the poor fellow.

“Young man, I’m from Heidelberg University in Germany. The purpose of my visit is to invite Zheng to Heidelberg for a collaboration, to research new methods and build a new research lab. I believe only Zheng alone can perform this procedure,” Professor Rudolph Wagner clarified.

The young man was stunned. When did Sea City have such talent?

Were they pulling his leg?

“If you agree to the terms, sign this. Preparations in the operating room are almost done,” Zheng Ren said, tapping the paperwork in his hand.

The surprise remained on the young man’s face.

“Relax. If I can’t complete the procedure, we still have this German professor here, right?” Zheng Ren said with a smile. It did not matter whose skill was greater as long as it worked to rea.s.sure the family.

The young man’s eyes glimmered with sincere grat.i.tude. He gave both Professor Rudolph and Zheng Ren a bow of respect before signing the doc.u.ments.

Zheng Ren received the paperwork and nudged the professor. Together, they departed for the operating room.

“Zheng, do your people not know you have the hands of G.o.d? Unbelievable,” the professor remarked.

“Recognition is not important to me. As a doctor, my focus is solely on treating patients. That’s all,” Zheng Ren said, smiling.