Chapter 329 - 223: When the Sect Prodigy Meets the Human Race Prodigy

Chapter 329: Chapter 223: When the Sect Prodigy Meets the Human Race Prodigy

A sky full of petals was swept up by the wind, brushing against people and releasing a romantic fragrance...

Lin Yilian’s "At Least I Still Have You" began to play:

♫: "I’m afraid there’s not enough time, I want to hold you, until I can feel the traces of white snow in your hair."

♫: "...Perhaps I could forget the whole world, but I’m unwilling to lose news of you. The mole in your palm, I’ll always remember where it is..."

Jiang He spun Teacher Shen around several times in his arms.

Her calves kicked about adorably.

Chen Hao frantically pressed the shutter button.

Every moment was frozen in one photo after another.

When they grew old, they could look back at these and still be filled with happiness. This was the meaning of capturing memories.

A few more people arrived during dinner that evening.

Liu Xiaotian and Yan Tong arrived. Everyone raised their glasses and said one after another:

"To Dr. Jiang and Teacher Shen, a long and happy life together! And may you have a son soon!"

"No, I mean, may you have many, many, many, many, many, many, many sons!"

Shen Yu: "?"

’Just how many are they expecting me to have?!’

"Ah, anyway, it just means for a long, long time!"

"99, not 88!"

At ten in the evening, the dinner party ended.

Jiang He took Shen Yu back to the hotel.

The moment the door closed.

Shen Yu kicked off her high heels, tossed aside her overcoat, and, wearing only a form-fitting dress, turned and threw herself at Jiang He.

They had both had a little to drink and couldn’t be bothered with anything else. It was time to get a little frisky.

Kisses, hugs, caresses, and being lifted up high!

After running through the whole routine, they tumbled onto the bed.

"Dr. Jiang!" Shen Yu called out with a smile, her lips pressed against his.

Jiang He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist, asking softly, "What is it?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to say your name," Shen Yu giggled. "Hurry up and take a shower. After your shower, we’ll sleep!"

She got up and shot him a look over her shoulder, her drunken boldness making it slightly provocative.

Jiang He’s spirits soared. "What do you mean? Shower together?"

Shen Yu quickly stopped him. "No way! I’d be too embarrassed. You just wait outside like a good boy!"

Jiang He sounded very disappointed. "Alright."

Half an hour later, they had both finished showering.

Come on, let’s get wild~

This is how young people are.

Shen Yu had specifically brought her own stockings today.

Yep, white ones, nude ones, fishnets—the whole collection.

Xiaojiang immediately went into battle!

Teacher Shen seemed much more relaxed tonight than last night.

During their "work," she felt the pleasure of the "work" several times.

Three hours later.

Jiang He was getting a face full of "cleanser," unable to lift his head.

Shen Yu panted slightly. "Stop breathing so hard!"

Jiang He didn’t reply, just kept on "nibbling."

Anyone who often sleeps with their wife knows.

"Washing your face" before bed and all that is really stress-relieving.

It was a bit of a shame they didn’t unlock any new "work" positions tonight.

But that was okay.

There would be plenty of time for that in the future.

...

...

「The next day.」

After his morning workout, Jiang He and Chen Hao met at their appointed spot.

"Old Jiang, over here!" Chen Hao waved.

Jiang He walked over, sat down, and took a sip of the hot soy milk on the table. "So, tell me. How exactly did you ’win her over’?"

Chen Hao said smugly, "Old Jiang, let me tell you, Juanzi is amazing, so considerate!"

"I know. Get to the point."

"Even though we booked two rooms that day, Juanzi invited me over to her room to chat! We sat on the sofa and talked—about life, dreams, medicine—and as we were talking, I said I was thirsty. Her room happened to have some alcohol, so I opened it and started drinking. Then, with the help of the alcohol, I fell asleep!"

"And then?"

Chen Hao threw up his hands. "And then I just slept! Slept like a log until morning. Nothing happened."

Jiang He: "?"

He said, "Nothing happened? Then what did you mean in your text when you said you ’won her over’?"

Chen Hao declared righteously, "We slept under the same roof for a whole night! Old Jiang, the same roof! Isn’t that a huge breakthrough in our relationship? How is that not ’winning her over’?"

Jiang He was silent.

Chen Hao added another important detail, "Plus, when I woke up in the morning, I heard the sound of Juanzi showering in the bathroom. It sounded amazing!"

Jiang He often felt out of place with Chen Hao, simply because he wasn’t as much of a pervert.

’You could eat three bowls of rice just to the sound of her showering?’

Jiang He replayed the scene from that day in his mind.

Xu Juan had invited him over to chat, but this guy just fell asleep and shamelessly stayed in her room, refusing to leave.

’Xu Juan must have been so annoyed dealing with a guy like that.’

She probably only agreed to let him stay because she figured that while Chen Hao had the nerve, he was too much of a coward to try anything. He was no threat, so she couldn’t be bothered to deal with him.

No wonder Juanzi was so speechless... ’Is ’speechless’ her native tongue?’

...

After breakfast, the two of them headed to Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Xu Wenpei personally came to the entrance to greet them.

The moment he saw Jiang He, a smile appeared on his face. "Long time no see, Jiang He."

Jiang He also smiled. "Long time no see, Director Xu."

Although the two hadn’t seen much of each other recently, in reality, the project Jiang He was pushing forward owed much of its progress to Xu Wenpei’s help in the Capital City.

A lot of the data had come from Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

Without Xu Wenpei coordinating things, the project’s progress would have never been this fast.

"I’m very grateful for all your help with various matters during this time, Director Xu," Jiang He added sincerely.

Xu Wenpei waved his hand. "I should be the one thanking you. You’ve helped me a great deal as well..."

After a few more pleasantries, Jiang He pulled Chen Hao forward. "Director Xu, this is Chen Hao, a technician from my lab."

Then, Jiang He turned to Chen Hao. "Chen Hao, this is Director Xu from Peking Union Medical College Hospital. He’s also Juanzi’s father."

Chen Hao: "!!"

’Xu Juan’s father?! So suddenly!’

’Dammit, Old Jiang, why didn’t you tell me before you brought me here!’

Chen Hao’s mind went blank. He was instantly at a loss for words and simply gave a sharp ninety-degree bow.

"Oh... H-Hello! Hello, Sir! No, I mean, hello, Director Xu!"

Xu Wenpei didn’t understand why the young man was bowing so formally, but out of respect for Jiang He, he extended his hand and said with a gentle smile, "Hello. You must be Xiaochen, right? No need to be so formal."

Chen Hao quickly extended both his hands, grabbed Xu Wenpei’s, and shook it vigorously up and down. "Oh, hello, hello! I’ve heard so much about you! I’ve heard so much about you!"

Xu Wenpei had no idea this man was after his daughter.

He just smiled and said, "Come on, I’ll take you to the demonstration room."

As they walked, Xu Wenpei said to Jiang He, "Regarding the concept for the posterior approach, Professor Zhong is taking it very seriously. He’s already organized some students in the demonstration room to study the relevant surgical videos. You can join them and have a chat first. Professor Zhong has an early meeting today, but he’ll be over in a little while."

"Okay," Jiang He nodded.

Reaching a corner in the hallway, Xu Wenpei stopped. "It’s that room just ahead. You can go on your own. I still have a few things to take care of."

Jiang He said, "Alright, please go ahead."

Xu Wenpei nodded and turned to leave.

The moment he was gone, Chen Hao grabbed Jiang He’s arm.

"Old Jiang! What do I do?! Juanzi’s family is so powerful. How much of a bride price will I have to pay to marry her?"

Jiang He: "From what I know of Juanzi, she probably doesn’t care about the bride price. She’s not the type of person who values money."

"But what if? What if her father doesn’t approve? Would the Director of Peking Union Medical College Hospital ever think I’m good enough?"

Jiang He was speechless.

He said, "Alright, how about this? If her dad really disapproves, just ride up to his building on a souped-up scooter, pull out a pregnancy test, and say, ’Hey! Old Deng! This is your bride price, two lines. How about it?’"

Chen Hao: "..."

After a moment, he asked, "Old Jiang, can you really do that? Would it actually work?"

Jiang He patted his shoulder and said with a sincere tone, "It’ll work, it’ll work. You should definitely give it a try."

Chen Hao thought about it seriously, then shook his head. "Never mind, never mind. I feel like I’d get beaten up. I should just focus on my experiments and work on improving myself..."

As he spoke, the two of them walked into the demonstration room.

A long table was arranged in a circle in the center of the room.

Seated around the table were seven or eight young doctors in white coats.

They were all staring at the screen, commenting on the surgical steps.

"The vascular adhesion here is too severe."

"Yeah, you can’t get through from the right side at all. The superior mesenteric vein is completely compressed."

"If you try to dissect it forcefully and damage the venous trunk, the patient might not make it off the operating table."

On the other side of the long table, there was also a laparoscopic training box.

The device’s structure was simple: just a plastic box enclosed on four sides with a few holes on top to simulate the body’s trocar ports.

In later generations, more convenient methods for this type of training would exist, using 3D printing technology to create one-to-one replicas of a patient’s abdominal organs and vasculature.

However, in 2008, the application of 3D printing in the medical field was still in its infancy and hadn’t been implemented for practical use in hospitals at all.

Therefore, everyone could only study the real surgical videos on the TV to understand the anatomical logic while using this kind of basic, simple box for simulated hand-eye coordination training.

When Jiang He entered, he didn’t interrupt their discussion.

A young man closest to the screen, who looked to be in his late twenties, had a calm expression and was answering everyone’s questions.

He was clearly the core of the group.

"Brother Huang, when the chief surgeon was exploring the celiac trunk just now, did he pause for too long?"

"Senior Brother Chengjun, if it were you, how would you handle this vessel?"

This young man, surrounded and questioned by the others, was named Huang Chengjun.

Twenty-eight years old, a Ph.D. in hepatobiliary surgery at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, and also Professor Zhong Shouxian’s current most prized student.

If Peking Union Medical College Hospital were compared to a top-tier sect in a martial arts novel, then Huang Chengjun would be the undisputed Chosen One of the Sect.

Whether in theoretical knowledge or surgical talent, Huang Chengjun left his peers far behind.

Hearing his junior brothers’ questions, Huang Chengjun calmly provided an answer:

"The chief surgeon paused because there was collateral circulation bleeding deep in the surgical field. As for that vessel, if the preoperative assessment had already determined that it was invaded by more than 180 degrees, I would choose to forgo resection and perform a palliative bypass surgery directly."

His answer was concise and hit the nail on the head.

It immediately drew nods of approval from those around him.

After finishing his explanation, Huang Chengjun noticed Jiang He and Chen Hao, who had pushed the door open and walked in.

The others followed his gaze.

Seeing two unfamiliar faces, a few of the young doctors stood up out of basic courtesy.

Huang Chengjun also stood up.

Jiang He introduced himself, "Hello everyone. I’m from Southern Medical University. My name is Jiang He. I came here today mainly to observe the surgical videos and, while I’m at it, to discuss some specific issues regarding the new posterior approach surgical technique."

As soon as he said this, the demonstration room grew a little quieter.

’The posterior approach? The new concept that even Professor Zhong is still repeatedly analyzing and doesn’t dare to draw a firm conclusion on?’

’A student from Southern Medical University who looks to be in his early twenties came all the way to Peking Union Medical College Hospital to discuss this?’

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

But Huang Chengjun, standing at the very front, had a flash of interest in his eyes the moment he heard the name Jiang He.

He was no stranger to that name.

Director Xu had mentioned it, and so had Professor Zhong.

’So this is that genius from Southern China who proposed the urgent preoperative IgG4 test, avoiding a major open surgery, and was fully involved in the core concept of the posterior approach?’

Huang Chengjun felt a strange sense of excitement.

He was, one might say, extremely interested in this person, Jiang He.