Chapter 475: Tough Guy

"Director, you certainly have more life experience."

"The practitioners nowadays just understand the procedures at the funeral home and make a bit of money on the side," Fan Dao smiled. "Do you know how viciously they fight among themselves?"

"Fight? Isn't it just running a small business?" Fan Dao's assistant asked, puzzled.

"In such a large hospital, how many people pass away every day? This 'fortune teller' business is much more lucrative than being a doctor," Fan Dao said. "But they fight quite fiercely. A few years ago, there was a hospital near my house where two groups got into a brawl in the middle of the night; it was said there were several deaths and injuries."

"!!!"

"But now, no one dares to do that anymore," Fan Dao said. "The crackdown on organized crime, you know how it is."

"Hahaha," Fan Dao's assistant laughed. "Director, is that for real?"

"There's a lot of money in hospitals. After all, it involves birth, aging, sickness, and death—it's a big deal. It's not just the fortune tellers; in the past, even the Scalpers had gangs and factions. Can you believe it?"

Fan Dao's assistant shook his head; he had truly never heard of such things.

"Director, I can tell you're very clear on this when you talk about it."

"Heh, you're an honest kid, well-behaved since you were little," Fan Dao smiled. "When I was a kid, I was a troublemaker too. Back then, a group of older students would come to bother me every day. I ask you, what would you do if it were you?"

"That kind of thing... I don't know."

"I got beaten twice and couldn't swallow my anger. I knew I couldn't beat them—they had knives, and who knew if they were just bluffing or really dared to use them? Even if I had a hot head, I couldn't do it."

Fan Dao's assistant thought about it and still felt there was no way, he was very curious about what Fan Dao actually did.

"I filled a plastic bag with shit, sealed it tight, and put it in my schoolbag. When school ended, that group was already waiting for me at the gate. My heart was racing, but my hand touched the soft plastic bag in my bag, and I gritted my teeth and walked over," Fan Dao said very seriously.

"They had more people, but after I took out the plastic bag and opened it, everyone was stunned. No matter what they were holding in their hands, no one dared to come close."

Fan Dao's assistant gave a thumbs up.

Anyone who dares to carry a bag of shit to hit people is definitely a tough guy. Based on his understanding of Fan Dao, his own director could indeed do such a thing.

"I didn't split my focus either; I grabbed their leader and chased him. That day, everyone saw the scene of me chasing people around the school playground with a bag of shit."

"!!!"

This wasn't just vivid, it had a scent. Fan Dao's assistant vaguely smelled the scent of that bag of old shit from decades ago lingering around him. No, lingering around Fan Dao and refusing to dissipate for a long time.

"I held in a breath of rage and finally caught up to him. He had been carrying a stick, but later I don't know where he threw it. When I caught up to him, that kid just knelt down."

"Then what happened, Director?" Fan Dao's assistant asked.

"I only had this one chance," Fan Dao laughed. "If I couldn't win this time, I'd be dead. That guy saw me holding the plastic bag in one hand and holding the shit in the other, and he was completely stunned."

"In the end, I fed him a mouthful and smeared it all over his body and face. You know, those hot-headed punks who don't even blink when they see a knife are actually afraid of shit, hahaha."

As Fan Dao spoke, he burst into loud laughter.

The assistant stared blankly at Fan Dao; this was truly a tough guy!

"A few days later, that kid transferred schools and left."

"Awesome!" Fan Dao's assistant praised.

"Nothing awesome about it, I was just forced into a corner. But after that, no one in school bothered me anymore; I didn't have a single friend. However, no one dared to mess with me either. This incident had a huge impact on me; from then on, no matter how dangerous the path, I could try it."

Fan Dao's assistant felt a stir in his heart; his boss really was a tough guy.

"What kind of Patient do you think it is? Will there be material?" After finishing the story, Fan Dao looked at the ward with lingering attachment.

"Should I go take a look?"

"No need," Fan Dao said. "If they don't allow it, we don't do it; it's good that everyone follows the rules. Otherwise, even if we film it, it's a waste and can't be released."

Just as they were talking, Li Zhuren and Ji Xiang walked over in a hurry, wearing surgical scrubs.

"Li Zhuren," Fan Dao said with a face full of smiles. "You're here for a consultation too."

"An emergency," Li Zhuren smiled and walked quickly into the ward.

These doctors, including Ji Xiang, are all like scumbags, Fan Dao's assistant thought to himself.

"Fan Dao, do we do many similar surgeries in our department?" Ji Xiang asked, looking at the task in the top right corner of his vision.

This was a very difficult task, as could be seen from the reward of 2 Free Attribute Points.

When he arrived, Ji Xiang had already heard Li Zhuren briefly explain the Patient's condition—a 76-year-old male Patient with Gastrointestinal Bleeding, location unknown, medication ineffective, hemoglobin already dropped to 40g.

"Not many. Xiao Ji, do you know where the risk of this type of surgery lies?" Li Zhuren asked seriously.

"The risk lies in whether we can perform a Surgical Operation immediately to remove the necrotic intestine."

"Yes, but also no," Li Zhuren said. "The key to performing this surgery is whether you can have a Surgeon you trust."

"Trust?" Ji Xiang didn't understand; he looked at Li Zhuren with a face full of confusion.

"Silly!" Li Zhuren raised his hand and tapped Ji Xiang on the head, as if Bodhi Patriarch were tapping that monkey.

"This is Huashan Jielu; if there were any other way, they wouldn't let us do it. How should I put it? If we finish the surgery and the Gastrointestinal Surgery department can't remove it, this is definitely Medical Malpractice, and the kind that leads to a prison sentence."

Ji Xiang was silent.

What Li Zhuren said was the same as what the System NPC said, but Ji Xiang hadn't understood this point just now in the System Operating Room.

Now that Li Zhuren emphasized it the same way, he finally took it seriously.

In the words of the System NPC, performing such surgery is like having one foot inside the door and one foot outside.

In Ji Xiang's imagination, shouldn't this be the way it is? Everyone helping each other, working hand in hand.

But reality is different from imagination.

"Lao Li, come take a look!" A chubby doctor saw Li Zhuren, sucked back the saliva at the corner of his mouth with a "slurp," and grabbed Li Zhuren's arm, pulling him inside.

"Xiao Ji, this is the Deputy Director of our Gastrointestinal Surgery, Zou..."

"What time do you think it is? Go take a look at the Patient and get them on the table quickly," the short, fat, drooling Deputy Director Zou said hurriedly. "There's no other way. You take a look, confirm it can be done, and hurry up to get started."

Li Zhuren's pace quickened a bit more as he hurried to look at the data and the Patient.

Ji Xiang followed behind Li Zhuren. The short, fat man had sweat on his forehead and was panting after walking just a little fast; one look and you could tell his lung capacity wasn't good.

"Slurp." The short, fat man sucked in some saliva before speaking. "Lao Li, let's do it."

"Let's do it!" Li Zhuren reviewed the Patient's data as fast as he could and said, "The Family Member knows, right? You guys take the Patient to the Hybrid Operating Room first, and I'll go talk to the Family Member."

"Slurp~"

(End of chapter)