The Surgeon's Studio

Su Yun applied pressure to stop the bleeding. A few minutes later, he applied a tourniquet on the patient, bandaged the area, and carried the patient off the operating table.

He tore off the sterile surgical gown, took off his gloves, and returned to the operating room.

Seeing that Zheng Ren was explaining the second patient’s scan to Gao Shaojie, Su Yun listened for a while and began to feel a little impatient. He walked over and said, “1cm lower. The needle should be 15 degrees to the right.”

Gao Shaojie was stunned.

This position…

“Su Yun, when did you learn it?” Zheng Ren asked with a smile.

“You’ve been discussing it with Lil Fugui for so many days already and your ears are getting calluses. How stupid do you think I am if I didn’t know how to do it by now!” Su Yun looked down on him. “It’s just a small matter. Don’t make it too complicated.”

Gao Shaojie was embarrassed by such a small matter.

It was not just a small matter.

“It’s at that position, Teacher Gao.” Zheng Ren saw that the patient had already been sent to the operating table, so he did not let Gao Shaojie ponder anymore and said, “The intraoperative image may be biased and has to be combined with the angiography. Well, in short, you’ll know once you try it, Teacher Gao.”

Gao Shaojie obeyed solemnly.

He knew that even if he said ten thousand words, it would be better to stand at the operating table and actually do it physically.

This was the first TIPS surgery he was doing with a new diagnosis and surgical method. It was of great significance.

After calming himself down, Gao Shaojie nodded slightly and said to Su Yun, “Thank you, Brother Yun.”

“Why are you thanking me? It’s the boss who taught you the surgery.” Su Yun did not appreciate his thanks at all. He sat down on the chair and took out his phone to fiddle with it.

Gao Shaojie was not angry either. He smiled and beckoned Zheng Ren to put on the lead apron and brush his hands.

The two stood on the operating table as the lead door slowly closed.

Chief Liu looked at Zheng Ren and Gao Shaojie with a complicated expression.

Envy and jealousy surged in his heart. He could not help it.

Chief Liu wished that the person standing on the operating table right now was him! Being able to learn new TIPS surgical techniques was something that many interventional doctors dreamed of.

However, he did not have luck as good as Gao Shaojie.

Asking if he could learn from him? Chief Liu immediately rejected that idea.

Although he had a good relationship with Gao Shaojie, in the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, the few professors who were leading the group were at war with each other. This ‘battle’s’ intensity was no less than a battlefield that was filled with the flames of war.

Going against the current, if one did not advance, they would be forced to retreat.

Gao Shaojie would now have a leg over him. If he asked to learn from him, he would not want to learn from him in the future if he was rejected even once by Gao Shaojie.

This was Gao Shaojie’s resource. One had to know the rules when doing things. Chief Liu only sighed. Why did he not have such good luck as the other?

As he thought about this, he suddenly remembered that Teacher Zheng’s assistant seemed to be in the operating room. The sharp-tongued assistant seemed to be sitting at the side.

Previously, that person had mocked him a few times.

However, compared to the new TIPS surgery method, that was nothing.

He pulled a long face and came to Su Yun’s side with a smile. He asked, “It’s Brother Yun, right?”

“What’s the matter?” Su Yun lowered his head and played with his phone. He seemed to be chatting with someone using a messaging app. The black hair on his forehead was ruffled, giving off an air of arrogance.

Chief Liu was a little unhappy. This was too much.

He was in his forties. Was it not enough to call a young man Brother Yun? He did not even raise his head!

Did he really think that he could soar into the sky just because he had a leg?

However, it seemed that he could… When Gao Shaojie could not determine the puncture point location for the TIPS surgery, it was this sharp-tongued young man who casually said a few words that ended the discussion.

“Brother Yun, Teacher Zheng’s TIPS surgery is really good.” Chief Liu began to probe.

“If you have something to say, just say it. I’m busy.” Su Yun was not tactful at all. He was stiff like a steamed bun that had been in the oven for a month. If it were to be thrown out, it would cause even a dog to fall.

Chief Liu was stunned for a moment before he smiled bitterly. “Brother Yun, I’m just curious. The new diagnosis and treatment method of TIPS surgery was developed by…Boss Zheng himself?”

“Yes,” Su Yun answered matter-of-factly. “The boss researched it himself and later, Lil Fugui… Professor Rudolf Wagner also participated in it. I just took a look at it, and only my train of thought was good. It’s just a layer of window paper. There’s nothing to say if it’s broken.”

A LAYER OF WINDOW PAPER! Chief Liu continued to mourn. If only someone could help him break this layer of window paper. How good would that be?

Eh? Wait! Professor Rudolf Wagner? A foreigner?

“Brother Yun, Professor Rudolf is…”

“A professor at Heidelberg University. Eh, you don’t know? Are you an interventional doctor? You don’t even know one of the top professors in the world?” Su Yun’s words were as sharp and merciless as ever.

Chief Liu really did not want to talk to him anymore.

However, TIPS surgery was like a seductive little slut, flirting with him not far away. It made Chief Liu unable to stop himself.

“Has the relevant article been published?” Chief Liu pretended to be concerned and asked, “For this kind of scientific research, you have to publish the article as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be bad if someone gets ahead of you.”

“Aren’t we just chatting? If you didn’t talk to me, perhaps we would have wrapped up this conversation by now,” Su Yun said. “It’s in the latest issue of the New England Journal of Medicine”

“Uh… ” Even for Chief Liu, the New England Journal of Medicine was a medical journal out of his reach.

Just having any regular scientific research was definitely not enough to get published.

Chief Liu was familiar with the arrogant faces of those judges. The higher the influence factor of a journal, the more aloof the judges were.

After all, it was a rare resource.

Usually, even if there was something solid, they would still have to pass the judges’ selection and have to queue up.

Three months was usually the shortest amount of time, while the longest wait was usually more than half a year.

However, it seemed like a paper on the TIPS surgery method had already been published. It seemed that the other party had quite a lot of influence.

“Brother Yun, it seems like the judges also recognize the goods. Congratulations on Teacher Zheng’s method being recognized.” Chief Liu laughed dryly.

“Recognize the goods?” Su Yun snorted coldly. “There’s no need for them to recognize the goods! If it wasn’t for the rich and powerful wanting to snatch it up…”

Su Yun felt that he had said too much. He looked up at Chief Liu and shook his head as he said, “I have a good relationship with the evaluator at Lancet. Lil Fugui has a good relationship with the New England Medicine evaluator. You have no idea how much effort I had to put in to reject the evaluation at Lancet.”

Chief Liu was stunned.

What Su Yun was saying was that the judges and journals were rushing to get this published in their journal? That the two of them were actually competing for it?

“I can’t be bothered to deal with the New England judges. Each and every one of them have eyes growing at the back of their heads,” Su Yun complained. “If it wasn’t because Lil Fugui was the second author and that he needed to register before January 31st, I would have definitely sent the paper to Lancet.”

Chief Liu inhaled sharply.