Chapter 449: Consultation

Zhai Yuhan hurried to greet him, "Boss."

"Little Zhai, make a call. Ask the Interventional Department to come for a consultation," Yang Zhuren said in a deep voice.

"..." Zhai Yuhan did not understand the director's words at all.

In the materials brought by the Patient, there was an interventional outpatient medical record from Shanghai Hepatobiliary Hospital; it was clear the Patient had already seen the Interventional Department at Shanghai Hepatobiliary Hospital.

There was nothing worth referencing in the medical record; it must have been copied and pasted.

Zhai Yuhan understood copy-pasting; she often did it too.

Patients whose medical records are copied and pasted either have very mild conditions, not worth the effort or time to write a record, or their conditions are extremely severe—already terminally ill—and the outpatient Doctor does not believe there is a need to write a record.

And this Patient belonged to the latter.

It was truly annoying. Zhai Yuhan stared at Ji Xiang, having already imagined the argument that had occurred between him and her boss in the director's office.

It must have been requested by Ji Xiang, but what was strange was why her boss would "indulge" Ji Xiang so much.

As an Intern, couldn't Ji Xiang have some self-awareness!

And how could her usually strict boss be so indulgent toward Ji Xiang?

Bizarre.

Although she thought this, Zhai Yuhan did not hesitate in the slightest; muscle memory made her immediately contact the Interventional Department.

"Interventional Department? This is Hepatobiliary Surgery. May I ask which professor is on consultation duty today?"

"It is not an inpatient," Zhai Yuhan explained.

Generally speaking, for inpatients, a consultation is requested directly, and the Interventional Department is guaranteed to return within 24 hours of seeing it.

Only Emergency Rescue requires calling the Interventional Department for a consultation, and Emergency Rescue generally involves treatment for bleeding and hemostasis.

Hepatobiliary Surgery and the Interventional Department have many connections; liver cancer rupture and bleeding, etc., are the bridges between the two departments.

But for today's consultation, how should she explain it to the Attending Professor of the Interventional Department?

The sound of a Nurse calling for the Attending Professor came from the other side of the phone.

"Little Zhai, what kind of Patient is it?" Someone picked up the phone.

"Sun Jiaoshou, we are here... You know we are recording a program here; it's very annoying," Zhai Yuhan first stated her attitude, then explained, "There is a Patient who had their left liver lobe and tail lobe removed 2 years ago, and now there is a 10cm Tumor growing in the right lobe."

"The Patient already went to Shanghai Hepatobiliary Hospital, and they didn't have any good methods there. The director's intention is to ask you to come and take a look to determine if it is possible to attempt an Interventional Surgery."

"There's only one liver lobe left, and the Tumor is 10cm. How do you expect us to do it!" Sun Jiaoshou said disdainfully.

"My boss's intention is for you to take a look..."

Zhai Yuhan still wanted to continue explaining, but suddenly it was chaotic on the other side of the phone; the receiver was covered, and it seemed Sun Jiaoshou was saying something to someone.

"Little Zhai, wait a moment, we are coming right over."

Zhai Yuhan let out a long breath; her boss's "unreasonable request" had finally been completed by her. Thank goodness.

Her boss's gloomy face silently told Zhai Yuhan how big a temper he would throw if she couldn't get the consultation.

Damn it!

Zhai Yuhan's hand balled into a fist, as if she were about to smash it into Ji Xiang's face the next second.

He couldn't just ask about the medical history properly; he had to insist the Patient could have surgery, and an Interventional Surgery at that.

Do you even know what an Interventional Surgery is!

Returning to the office, the air in the doctors' office had frozen into ice. The smile was gone from Yang Zhuren's face, and he sat in his seat, seemingly thinking about something.

The camera was still recording, and Fan Dao was directing the second camera crew to another corner, looking as if he were prepared to film the coming storm from every angle.

Another hateful person. Zhai Yuhan was full of disgust inside, grumbled a few words, and walked to Yang Zhuren's side.

"Boss, the Interventional Department will be here soon."

"Hm." Yang Zhuren squeezed a sound out of his nose.

"The Camera Crew is still filming," Zhai Yuhan reminded him in a low voice.

But this time Yang Zhuren didn't make a sound, silent as a sculpture.

Now even Zhai Yuhan was extremely cautious; she could already hear the roar of the storm approaching from not far away.

In the Review Room, with Yang Zhuren's silence and the passage of time, the atmosphere finally eased a little.

Guangtou Zhuchiren asked, "Professor Shen, you all are so serious when you do rounds."

"Yes, although I didn't go to the scene, I've already been scared," a guest said, covering their chest with their hand, making an expression of lingering fear.

"Just looking at the screen now makes me feel like I can't breathe. Teacher Shen, I think Yang Zhuren looks very angry."

Professor Shen sighed; he felt the situation before him was quite thorny.

Not for any other reason, but because Ji Xiang didn't know his place and directly exercised authority at least at the level of an Attending Professor. Even ordinary Attending Professors wouldn't talk to a director like that; no one dared to directly challenge the director's authority in professional matters.

This was only because the Camera Crew was there; if they weren't, Professor Shen had no doubt Yang Zhuren would give Ji Xiang a harsh scolding, as nasty as it could get.

It was even possible he would scold Ji Xiang until he had psychological trauma or was bawling his eyes out.

It wasn't as if he hadn't experienced such things himself.

Hospitals all over the world are the same.

"Teacher Shen, a consultation is just directors from other departments coming to help look at a Patient, right?" Seeing Professor Shen not speaking, Guangtou Zhuchiren immediately started to liven up the atmosphere.

If one topic didn't work, then change to another.

Professor Shen steadied his mind, stopped thinking about other things, and began to explain the hospital's consultation system.

"Consultation refers to... generally, every department has a professor specifically responsible for consultations every day," Professor Shen said after finishing the dry details. "This is not an emergency consultation, and the Patient is not an inpatient either; this kind of consultation is not formal."

Professor Shen expressed his attitude in his words.

"Then why are they coming?" a guest asked.

"Just now Yang Zhuren had Zhai Zong make the call; I consider it must be because the Camera Crew is there," Professor Shen explained.

He did not go into too much detail; some things were inherently impossible to explain thoroughly.

As time passed, the guests in the Review Room began to chat; as guests, it was their duty to liven up the atmosphere.

Otherwise, were they supposed to sit face-to-face without speaking? That would be too awkward.

"A hospital is truly more professional and serious than other places; it makes me feel flustered," said a guest who had followed the program for three seasons. "Yang Zhuren's expression is off; I feel like he is about to lose his temper soon."

Guangtou Zhuchiren picked up on this topic, guided the conversation, and began to reminisce about little tidbits from the previous season.

The atmosphere in the Review Room relaxed quite a bit, and they chatted with laughter.

Suddenly, the camera lens shifted rapidly, and a row of figures appeared at the entrance of the Doctor's Office.

Over a dozen doctors were wearing White Uniforms, and at the lead was a middle-aged Doctor in his fifties; acting as the arrowhead, the entire team pierced through people's hearts like a sharp arrow.

A surge of immense pressure pierced through the screen and rushed toward them.

(End of this chapter)