Chapter 1261: 1223 Salute You, a Real Man (Alliance Leader sueyee12 Bonus Chapter 5)

Su Yun frowned, looking toward where the sound came from. Director Kong also looked in the same direction—the pediatric surgery department.

The voice was somewhat muffled, but it was definitely an argument, with insults—no need to elaborate.

Encountering this kind of thing in the hospital always annoys people, especially in pediatrics.

If an injection doesn't draw blood in one try, the family will be unhappy. With a short-tempered person, they'll unleash a string of curses; with an even shorter temper, they might even start a fight.

So no matter which hospital, which department has the highest skill in nurses giving injections? Definitely pediatrics, especially newborns.

But their injections really hurt; habitually, once the needle tip enters the skin, they push it upward.

Neonates are like that—thin skin, thin vessel walls. Compared with normal adult anatomy, there's still a difference, but if you did this on an adult, you'd have to endure the pain.

Pediatric nurses are highly skilled, yet their injections hurt—this is widely acknowledged.

Director Kong sighed and said, "I'm heading back to my department. Are you going back?"

We're all old hands; when it's none of our business, it's best to stay out of it and let each handle their own doorstep matters. Even if we rushed in, we might not be able to help. Besides, this is pediatric surgery, and the Medical Department is here—why should we worry ourselves?

But young people aren't necessarily like that; their hot blood hasn't cooled yet, so they always want to go see what's happening when something like this occurs.

Su Yun hesitated a moment, then said, "Director, I hear that it sounds just like how the patient's family was speaking when they were pushed onto the stage earlier."

"Huh?" Director Kong merely gave a soft hum, without saying more.

"You go back first; I'll take a look. Something's up with Fugui'er's side—I'll report to you right away." Su Yun said.

"Be careful yourself; if things turn physical, keep your distance." Director Kong urged, "Go find security right away, and then contact the Medical Department as soon as possible."

Su Yun watched the security guards rushing quickly up the fire escape, and nodded.

Director Kong had nothing else to add; young people have their own way of handling things, and being old, he didn't want to add unnecessary trouble.

Watching Director Kong's waist bend slightly as he walked away, like an old man staggering through wind and snow, Su Yun sighed and turned toward the pediatric surgery entrance.

He didn't go inside, but stood at the doorway, looking around.

Sure enough, it was the grandfather of the patient who had just been pushed away, pointing at the nose of a pediatric surgery doctor giving instructions and cursing.

That doctor was in his thirties, obviously already slicked over by life's grease.

He didn't argue; he just wanted to go back to his office. But his white coat was grabbed by the old man, and several buttons popped off.

What's going on? Su Yun felt a bit puzzled.

"It's all because you're too slow—otherwise my grandson wouldn't be like this!" the old man angrily said.

Security quickly arrived and separated the doctor and the old man.

Su Yun immediately went to the pediatric surgery doctor's office, grabbed the doctor who was about to make a call, used his body to block the old man's line of sight, and went out to the fire escape.

It was utter chaos; the old man didn't even notice the pediatric surgery doctor leaving, merely shouting hoarsely that the delay in pediatric surgery caused his grandson's condition to worsen.

Arriving at the fire escape, the pediatric surgery doctor held his phone, had just connected the call, and gave Su Yun a mouth shape of thanks.

"Director?"

"Oh, could you let the director hear the call?"

"Director, the child's grandfather refuses to sign, saying we delayed the rescue, causing the condition to worsen."

"Okay, I'll contact the Medical Department."

After saying that, he hung up and began dialing the Medical Department.

After making the call, he then took the cigarette Su Yun offered. Regardless of whether it was dirty, he plopped down on the steps of the fire escape and took a puff.

"Cough cough…" A puff of smoke made him choke and cough repeatedly, his face flushing red.

"You don't even know how to smoke and yet you're smoking." Su Yun snatched the cigarette, flicked it with his finger, sending the butt to the ground, and stomped it out.

"I feel stifled inside; I don't want to do this anymore." The pediatric surgery doctor's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyelashes trembling, and he spoke in a quivering voice.

"Don't worry—there aren't many pediatric doctors to begin with. I salute you, a real man, for daring to work in pediatrics." Su Yun tried to ease the atmosphere, which was also a form of comfort: "Tell me, what's going on? During the full staff consultation, I still thought the family was quite cooperative."

"Sigh." The pediatric surgery doctor sighed, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

"It's not like you just misspoke, you damn bastard." Su Yun laughed and slapped his shoulder.

"Come on, how could that be possible? After all these years as a doctor, could I still misspeak?" The pediatric surgery doctor said: "I explained the pre‑op situation to the patient's family, described the postoperative condition, noting that we might need to resect about 50 cm of intestine, and that postoperative nutrition might not keep up, so money for this aspect must be spared."

Su Yun clicked his tongue; this was already said quite gently. If it were someone else speaking bluntly, who knows how the patient's family would react.

"And then? Nothing wrong with that."

"Then the family pulled me aside and tried to stuff money into my hand."

"Yo ho, how much?" Su Yun chuckled.

The pediatric surgery doctor, upon mentioning this, felt a bit better: "Five hundred? I feel it's not thick."

"Did you take it?"

"Definitely can't accept it—the patient's in that state, being resuscitated in the NICU; if I still took money, wouldn't that be just asking for trouble?"

"Give you money so you can operate properly?"

"No." He said gloomily: "He wants me to give the child a shot—just kill him outright."

"…" Su Yun, after all, is still young—not a weathered old monster like Director Kong. The drastic change in the patient's family left him slightly stunned, but only for a moment before he understood what was going on.

"He said the child's parents are… well, this child was never wanted to begin with; keeping him is just a burden."

"What about the child's parents?"

"The child's father never came back, and the mother left for the South Side a few days after finishing her postpartum month." The pediatric surgery doctor grew more glum as he spoke, his white coat half‑open, collar standing up, feeling uncomfortable. He simply tore open the white coat, and the remaining buttons clattered down the fire escape steps.

Su Yun sighed, not knowing how to comfort him.

The patient's family's mindset is easy to understand: at first they definitely wanted to go all‑out to save the child. Live or die, it's a all‑or‑nothing deal—no matter the cost, they'd grit their teeth and get through it.

But upon hearing that postoperative nutrition might be problematic, they immediately thought the child would be disabled after surgery, and wanted the doctor to give him a shot to kill him outright—one death settles everything, no burden on others.

The hospital certainly wouldn't do that; it would inevitably still give its all to rescue.

So it came down to the final step.

Such things aren't rare, nor are they commonplace—they're just par for the course.

Take a break, don't rush back. Su Yun said, "The loss right now is unbearable."

Thanks.

I'll go to the Operating Room to have a look, dragging my Boss along—damn, you better not go on stage!

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A few days ago in the group, an old Alliance Leader... uh, he became fond of it during the New Year, not meaning his age. His lover works in pediatrics and felt wronged.

Pediatrics is like that; the patients' families' thoughts are also like a needle at the bottom of the sea, especially hard to fathom. This case was, when I was in school, a Title: Teacher gave the lecture.

The changes in patients' families' emotions are logical, very good Understanding. Finally all pressure will fall on the pediatric doctors.

Speaking frankly, seeing a child cry makes anyone angry. But pediatric doctors are also very anxious, after all, children, especially newborns, cannot describe their symptoms themselves and can only rely on experience to judge. This intertwining of expectation and pressure leads to countless incidents.

How many experienced pediatric doctors have been driven to resign by a slap, a barrage of beating and scolding?

Now many cities' pediatric Emergency Departments have closed; recently I heard they want to lower standards, recruiting pediatric and Emergency Department doctors.

Zheng Lao Ban, a steel-straight man, can wear Lead clothing and do Shou Bing for three days and nights straight, yet he's unwilling to work in emergency.

Pediatrics is harder than emergency.

Saying I've gone off topic, I also won't persuade or comfort people. I can only use my feeble writing to tell a story, expressing the hardship of pediatrics.

Hope for peace, everything will get better.