Chapter 135: Something Seems Wrong (Alliance Leader Zhang Linmin Extra Update ×5)

Zhao Xiangming froze.

His vision was a bit blurry, with golden stars flickering.

Who was this person beside him? Was it the old department director who had taught him surgery hand-in-hand many years ago? No, that wasn't right; it seemed to be a Standardized Training Student.

The surgery finished, the 【Superior Doctor's Gaze】 skill ended, and he finally sobered up.

What happened to him? Was it sleep paralysis? Where was the bed?

Or was it a ghost wall?

He walked off the operating table in a daze, looked back, and saw Ji Xiang removing the arterial sheath and applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

What had he just done? As this thought crossed his mind, Zhao Xiangming didn't dwell on it; his heart felt perfectly clear.

Whether it was a ghost wall didn't matter; the most crucial thing was that the technical bottleneck that had plagued him for so many years had been broken!

When he first encountered the technical bottleneck, Zhao Xiangming had been full of spirit, feeling that if the old department director couldn't break through it, he certainly could.

But the reality of the truth soon told him that this bottleneck was very difficult to break, and could even suppress him for a lifetime.

He had pondered it countless times over the past dozen years, but every time he returned empty-handed.

The youthful spirit had faded and vanished after these repeated failures. It was fine not to have a technical breakthrough; after all, he could handle surgeries, and people from other departments had to beg him to come and save the table.

Besides, he had plenty of surgeries on hand; he didn't lack work.

Although he didn't earn piles of money like the big shots in the Circulatory Internal Medicine Department, Director Zhao was satisfied.

Contentment brings happiness, after all.

This regret seemed to have been thrown into a corner, covered in dust, and gradually forgotten by him.

Not until today, through an inexplicable opportunity, did he break through the technical bottleneck and shatter that ceiling, only then did Zhao Xiangming realize he had never forgotten about it.

He walked out of the operating room with complex emotions in his heart.

"Director Zhao, impressive!" the technician praised insincerely, "Your technical level has risen again!"

"Hahaha."

Leaving Ji Xiang's side, although that intense sense of oppression hadn't completely vanished, it couldn't offset the pride in Zhao Xiangming's heart.

He looked up and laughed loudly, feeling refreshed and unconstrained.

Director Liu watched Zhao Xiangming silently, his heart filled with countless doubts.

The surgery ended, and that damn feeling dissipated quickly. What had he been doing earlier? He had actually bowed his head to listen to a Standardized Training Student give a lecture!

What the hell... why was he hunched over, as if listening to the old department director pointing out flaws in the Medical Record he had written?

His doubts were interrupted by Zhao Xiangming's loud laughter.

"Director Zhao, what is this..." Director Liu asked.

"I've improved, see that? I've improved!" Zhao Xiangming said loudly, "The level of those directors in the Imperial Capital and Shanghai looks like nothing much now."

"!!!"

"Lao Liu, did you see my surgery just now? Look at how awesome I am."

"Not watching."

Director Liu spoke with a smile, but the Zhao Xiangming before him looked a bit blurry.

Before the surgery, he had told Ji Xiang it was an honor, but Ji Xiang had retorted directly—how honored are you?

Similar words, Director Liu could imagine coming from a top-tier domestic big shot.

For instance, Gu Lao; if he were angry, facing his own flattery, he would definitely turn around and ask him that question.

But that was Gu Lao, a top-tier big shot in domestic Urology Department.

Who was Ji Xiang? By what right did he say such things?

With a complex gaze, Director Liu looked through the Lead-lined Glass at Ji Xiang, who was applying pressure to stop the bleeding.

This kid was truly strange.

Renal Auto-amputation, he understood it, and could even explain it to the Patient in advance; he was steadier than a dog that had lived for twenty years and was long in the tooth.

Cavernous Body Puncture, an old hand like himself who had been immersed in the Urology Department for decades hadn't even heard of it, yet Ji Xiang could use it in Emergency Rescue.

Zhao Xiangming, usually arrogant and domineering, everyone behind his back said Lao Zhao's brain wasn't working right from eating too many sutures.

But Lao Zhao's level was indeed not bad; every time there was a major rescue for Hemorrhagic Shock caused by a Pelvic Fracture, didn't they need him to step in?

Rescues for bleeding after his own partial Kidney Resection also required Lao Zhao to step in.

Being begged so many times, Lao Zhao became increasingly arrogant.

Yet, this guy who was so arrogant he seemed to have a brain problem was obedient to Ji Xiang.

Added to the previous phone call, Director Liu had originally obtained the answer, but he always felt something was wrong.

Resident Chief Xiao Wu's Laser Stone Crushing also seemed to have a breakthrough; recently, he could always hear him talking about it triumphantly.

Director Liu's gaze toward Ji Xiang grew deeper, full of suspicion.

"Lao Liu, take in a few more Patients!" Zhao Xiangming patted Director Liu's shoulder hard, as if they were sworn brothers after getting drunk, "I'll do the Embolization first, and you can do the surgery in a few days!"

Director Liu wasn't that excited; he nodded, calculating in his heart to go back and ask Resident Chief Xiao Wu what exactly had happened.

Today's surgery was exceptionally smooth; originally, Director Liu had figured there would be no lunch, and it would be fast if dinner wasn't delayed.

But who could have imagined that after three surgeries, there was still more than half an hour left before lunch.

15 minutes later, he took Ji Xiang and the Patient back to the ward.

Director Zhao sat happily in the technician's seat, watching his own surgical process, completely oblivious to everything, not even saying goodbye.

Director Liu didn't speak to Ji Xiang along the way either; he vaguely felt a sense of fear toward this little Standardized Training Student.

Well, who wouldn't be afraid when encountering that kind of bloodline suppression?

Director Liu was cautious his whole life, and without the wild joy of a technical breakthrough, the bloodline suppression and DNA information transmission from being looked at by the 【Superior Doctor's Gaze】 remained unforgettable in his heart.

Back at the ward, checking the Patients, all the Patients were doing very well, with only slight discomfort, requiring no treatment.

This was the Embolization in place; Liu Zhuren knew it.

After instructing Ji Xiang to go eat and rest, Liu Zhuren cautiously watched Ji Xiang leave before coming to the Resident Chief's room.

"Xiao Wu, eating?" Liu Zhuren said with a chuckle as he saw Wu Zong quickly shoveling food into his mouth.

"Zhuren," Wu Zong said with his mouth full.

Liu Zhuren pressed his hand onto Wu Zong's shoulder, "Sit down and eat slowly, don't rush."

"You..."

"Eating too fast won't do, especially when you are the Resident Chief," Liu Zhuren spoke as gently as a spring breeze, "Haven't you noticed that every Resident Chief gains 20 pounds within a year? It's fine for male Doctors, but for female Doctors in the Internal Medicine Department... Hahaha, over these years, some have even resigned just to avoid gaining weight."

Wu Zong gave a hehe laugh.

"Take care of your health; your technical level has improved very quickly recently, and I am very gratified," Liu Zhuren said slowly while opening the window and pulling a cigarette from the pocket of his White Uniform.

Speaking of Laser Stone Crushing, Wu Zong was even more excited.

"Zhuren, I am much better at Laser Stone Crushing now!"

"Mm, when I was young, before I became Resident Chief, Lao Zhuren said that after finishing as Resident Chief, being tempered in the fire is what makes a mature Doctor. It is good that there is progress, very good."

As he spoke, Liu Zhuren pretended to be casual, lit the cigarette, and took a deep drag.

A chill went straight from his tailbone, along the two sympathetic nerve trunks, crossing one ganglion after another, to reach the back of his brain.

A burst of comfort.

(End of chapter)