This miracle doctor just wants to be fired!

At 7:20 a.m. sharp, Zhou Cheng arrived at the ward.

He was holding a cup of soy milk in one hand and a freshly printed English medical report in the other.

He barely drank a few sips of soy milk, but he had already revised the report from beginning to end.

Lin Feng sent it to him around 1 a.m. after he finished writing it last night.

Zhou Cheng woke up once at 5:40 in the morning, casually clicked on the page and read a couple of pages, and before he knew it, it was dawn.

The case itself wasn't the problem; the main issue was the way it was expressed in English.

Some sentences were translated too awkwardly. They were just describing the folding of the conduit, but they were written as if the conduit had launched an armed rebellion on the spot.

There are also some technical terms that, while correct on their own, are not accurate enough when applied to specific intervention scenarios.

Zhou Cheng picked up his pen and rewrote a line below the title: "Percutaneous Bailout Strategy for Severe Z-shaped Guiding Catheter Deformation".

After he finished writing, he stared at it for a few seconds, then crossed out "Severe".

This term is too broad and cannot accurately reflect the state in which the catheter has formed a multi-point force lock.

He changed it back to "Locked".

I had just finished writing when the office door was pushed open.

Lin Feng walked in with messy hair and greeted, "Director Zhou, good morning."

Zhou Cheng looked up at him and asked, "What time did you go to sleep last night?"

"A little after two o'clock."

"What time did you get up?"

"6:30."

Are you planning to cure your sleep deprivation with willpower?

Lin Feng pulled out a chair and sat down, stubbornly saying, "I'm young, I can handle it."

"Young people who die suddenly all think they can handle it." Zhou Cheng pushed the English manuscript on the table over. "Read it once."

As soon as Lin Feng picked it up, he saw that it was covered with countless correction marks.

In some paragraphs, almost all that remains are the prepositions he originally wrote.

He couldn't help but ask, "Director Zhou, do you think my English is particularly bad? I did study abroad, after all."

"No, medical English is different from everyday English," Zhou Cheng said. "Don't use 'very difficult' every time you encounter a special situation, and don't write 'successfully' every two lines. A research paper is not a letter of praise."

Lin Feng glanced down at the report; he had used the word "successfully" more than a dozen times throughout the entire document.

"That's a bit much."

"Delete it to no more than three times." Zhou Cheng pointed to one of the paragraphs with his pen. "Also, here, your statement that we restore the catheter shape through balloon dilation is inaccurate. The main function of a low-pressure balloon is not dilation, but to establish internal support and reduce local stress at the bend. What truly achieves repositioning is the opposing torque formed between distal loop traction and proximal push."

Lin Feng listened attentively: "Then this entire section needs to be rewritten."

"Um."

"Director Zhou, where are we planning to submit this paper?"

Zhou Cheng turned on his computer and brought up several journal pages: "If it's just a single case, we can consider submitting to journals on complications, but I don't really want to submit it now."

Lin Feng was taken aback: "Why?"

"There are too few cases. The worst thing about technical articles is that they only focus on successes without considering the limits," Zhou Cheng said slowly, leaning back in his chair. "Right now, we only know that it worked on that patient yesterday, but we don't know what angles it can be done at, what angles it can't, where the catheter folds most, or whether different materials of catheters experience the same stress. If we only publish the successful process, it's easy for others to imitate it. If the procedure is successful, it's our skill. But if it's unsuccessful, it could be a disaster for the patient."

Lin Feng nodded slowly: "So you're planning to conduct an experiment first?"

"Let's make an in vitro model first." Zhou Cheng took out several sketches, which included a model of the aortic arch and a diagram of the stress on the catheter under different folding angles. "Contact the School of Engineering and see if we can make several sets of aortic models with different arch shapes using transparent silicone. Also, collect several commonly used guiding catheters and test their deformation under different temperatures, rotation angles, and traction forces."

Lin Feng stared at the sketches for a few seconds, then asked, "When did you draw these?"

"Morning."

"What time is it?"

"Around five o'clock."

Lin Feng suddenly felt that staying up until 2 a.m. last night to write the English abstract wasn't so something to be proud of.

Zhou Cheng closed his laptop: "I have two surgeries this afternoon. After you finish your rounds this morning, contact the College of Engineering. Also, get all the cases of catheter twisting, folding, and knotting from our department over the past five years and see if there are any similar cases."

"it is good."

Lin Feng was about to leave with the report in his hand, but stopped at the door: "Director Zhou, your soy milk is cold."

Zhou Cheng glanced down at the soy milk cup, which sat quietly on the corner of the table, untouched since he entered the office.

"Could you heat this up for me?"

"Soy milk is prone to splattering when heated in a microwave."

"Then you should drink it."

Lin Feng picked up the cup without any hesitation: "Thank you, Director Zhou."

"Buy me another one." Lin Feng paused, "Isn't this the same as not giving me anything at all?"

"When did I say I'd give it to you?"

Lin Feng looked at the soy milk in his hand, and finally resigned himself to his fate and walked out.

……

During morning rounds, the patient in bed 12 was in significantly stable condition. A repeat troponin test showed normal results, and the electrocardiogram showed no dynamic changes.

The elderly man who was admitted to the outpatient department yesterday afternoon has also completed his initial examination.

After using diuretics, my weight dropped by 0.8 kilograms, and my nighttime breathing difficulties were significantly relieved.

However, a follow-up echocardiogram showed that the mitral regurgitation had progressed from moderate to moderate-to-severe, and the ventricles had further enlarged.

The old man still cares most about the green onions on the balcony by his bedside.

"Director Zhou, my daughter sent a video yesterday."

"Did you water it?"

"I watered it," the old man sighed, "but it wasn't watered evenly."

The daughter stood beside her, looking helpless: "I watered them one pot at a time, how come they're not even?"

"More on the left, less on the right."

"How much can you still tell from the video?"

"I grew them myself, of course I can tell."

After listening to his heart, Zhou Cheng checked the edema in both lower limbs: "Continue with diuretics today. Once the volume overload has decreased, we will reassess the degree of valvular regurgitation."

The elderly man nodded and asked, "Dr. Zhou, do I need surgery for this valve?"

"It's not certain yet. Let's see if the reflux improves after medication. If it remains severe, then we'll discuss the next steps."

The old man was silent for a moment: "Do I need to have my chest opened?"

"Not necessarily. Transcatheter mitral valve repair can be considered for some patients."

The old man's eyes lit up: "It can be done through the blood vessels too?"

"Only if the conditions are met."

"Then I'll try my best to comply."

Zhou Cheng smiled and said, "This isn't something you can achieve just by trying hard."

The old man smiled too.

After finishing his rounds, Zhou Cheng returned to his office and had just sat down when the medical education department staff arrived.

The woman who came was a female director in her forties, carrying a stack of documents, which she placed directly on his desk after entering the room.

"Director Zhou, these are the graduate student admission materials for this year."

Zhou Cheng glanced at it: "Isn't it supposed to start next month?"

"The doctoral entrance exams are next month, but the master's admission guidelines need to be finalized in advance." The female director sat down and opened the top form. "The department has approved you to officially recruit master's students this year, with two spots available. In addition, your doctoral supervisor qualification has also been approved, so you can recruit one academic doctoral student this year."

Zhou Cheng paused for a moment: "So fast?"

"Is it fast?" The female director looked at him. "Last year you published five SCI papers, three of which were in Q1 journals, led two national-level research projects, and won an international competition. If the hospital doesn't give you doctoral supervisor qualifications soon, people outside will say we're deliberately suppressing you."

Zhou Cheng flipped through the admission materials.

Leading research groups, performing surgeries, and writing papers are all familiar to him, but actually recruiting his own master's and doctoral students is another matter entirely.

The students are not young doctors temporarily assigned to the clinic, nor are they rotating staff who leave after completing one round of treatment.

A master's degree takes three years, and a doctorate takes at least three to four years. This means that the doctor not only has to teach the technology, but also be responsible for the research direction, the quality of the thesis, and even the future development.