Chapter 1264: with translation of chapter title

Zhu Liangchen's mood was terrible, looking at the black stool in the specimen cup in his hand, he stared blankly.

The patient who underwent gastric fundus artery embolization finally felt slight pain relief today; he wasn't sure if the ischemic pain had eased or if it was a reaction from the pain pump and oral analgesics.

But it was only slight improvement; soon after, black stool appeared.

Because he hadn't eaten for several days, the stool was all retained feces, not much, and dark.

Hearing from the patient's family, Zhu Liangchen immediately had the specimen taken for routine stool and occult blood tests. Before sending it for testing, he held the specimen cup and examined it carefully.

Actually, there's no need to look longer; his years of rich clinical experience told him this black stool was due to bleeding.

Shiny and shiny, the foul-smelling feces carried a faint bloody odor.

Damn it, where did this bleeding come from? Zhu Liangchen stared at the specimen, speechless, wanting to cry but no tears.

This new technique isn't something just anyone can pull off. How did I get obsessed and want to perform gastric fundus artery embolization?

Actually, what he doesn't want to face is that competitive streak inside him.

How come Zheng Ren, a young doctor, can do a surgery I can't? As for TIPS Surgery, no need to say—it's a top technique that has troubled Interventional Medicine Discipline for years. Zheng Ren must have had some dumb luck to pull off this difficult procedure.

But it's just a gastric fundus artery embolization weight-loss surgery; can't I even handle that?

Impossible!

Before and after the surgery, he pondered countless times and repeatedly communicated with Xiao Hua Nei Ke doctors, confirming the surgery was flawless.

Hmm, he himself considered it flawless.

However, postoperative complications occurred just as Zheng Lao Ban had predicted.

Damn it! Zhu Liangchen was depressed, troubled, and helpless.

The little nurse sending the specimen stood aside, watching Zhu Liangchen stare blankly, also helpless. What's wrong with the director today? Staring blankly at the routine stool specimen, what's the point of looking? You could just taste it to see if it's salty or bland.

After a few minutes, Zhu Liangchen handed the specimen to the little nurse to send for testing, then he went dejected to glance at the patient.

Blood pressure remained stable; there's no major issue now.

But no problem now doesn't mean tomorrow……tonight……no, it can't even guarantee no problem an hour later.

Lower gastrointestinal bleeding, once it occurs, is extremely rapid and requires surgery. If that's the case……

Zhu Liangchen immediately dared not think about the consequences.

At this point, face or no face no longer matters; figuring out what's happening and getting the patient better quickly is what counts.

He comforted the patient's family with a couple of words, tried to act normal, returned to the office, picked up the phone, and called Director Kong.

Director Kong hesitated a bit, then said nothing. He neither complained nor scolded, nor gloated; he just asked him to send the images first, and also send the case summary, then told him to bring the images himself.

This was essentially like carrying thorns to apologize.

Zhu Liangchen felt a slight bitterness in his mouth.

He felt his tongue coating had grown in a few minutes; he really wanted to brush his teeth thoroughly now to clean the coating.

But he had no time.

The patient could start massive bleeding at any moment; we can't wait, not even a minute.

What's the point of bowing and admitting fault? I'm going to apologize to Director Kong, not to Zheng Lao Ban. Zhu Liangchen told himself he must be sure of this.

Perhaps only thinking this way would make him feel a bit better.

He called his deputy chief in, asking him to watch the patient. If nothing happened, report the condition via WeChat every half hour; if something happened, call to report anytime.

After arranging his family affairs, he grabbed the images and rushed out.

"Director Zhu, you're busy," a soft voice said.

Hua Ying Ying wore a professional suit, neat and beautiful, her figure just right, full of mature charm yet with a hint of youthful purity.

Even if you can't have her, just looking twice is pleasing to the eye; although you can't tell if she's salty or bland, it still makes you happy.

But today, Zhu Liangchen didn't have that mood.

A few days ago, the imported supplies company frequently used by the Hepatobiliary Ward II of Di Du changed its manager; sales rep Tang Manager, who had been in the business for about ten years, said he was fired just like that, and his successor was this Hua Manager with lingering charm.

"Mm, busy," Zhu Liangchen said, carrying the images as he hurried out.

"Director Zhu, let me give you a ride; you're handling urgent matters, having a driver would be better," Hua Ying Ying said with a laugh.

"No need," Zhu Liangchen directly refused.

He clearly understood that Ward I, Zhou Chun Yong's side, had completely defected, switching to the consumables Zheng Ren often uses from Longwind Micro-creation.

What about our side?

If this matter were settled by Zheng Lao Ban for him…… Zhu Liangchen truly had no heart to keep arguing.

Not to mention learning the new technique, just cleaning up after himself has happened repeatedly; does he have to do it a third time?

No matter how pretty Hua Ying Ying is, she can't be eaten as a meal; besides, there's a yellow-faced wife at home. Even if she were edible, one would still have to consider one's career.

Standing up to Zhou Chun Yong is nothing, but standing up to Zheng Lao Ban, Zhu Liangchen truly feels powerless. That young man seems like a mountain; if you take him as a backer, he's quite stable. But if you treat him as an opponent, it's like Mount Tai crushing you—who could bear that?

By then, maybe I'll have to switch to Longwind Micro-creation consumables; as for Hua Manager, I'd really feel embarrassed.

At this point, better not ride in her car.

No matter how comfortable the car seats, how fragrant the perfume, or how that ambiguous closeness tugs at one's heartstrings, it's all illusory.

See if Zheng Lao Ban can solve the problem; if he can, I'll need to re-plan my future path.

Zhu Liangchen jogged all the way, quickly disappearing from Hua Ying Ying's sight.

Hua Ying Ying didn't understand, but guessed it might be some family matter, perhaps something unsavory.

She had left Longwind Micro-creation, wanting to join Bo Sheng International, but failed. Soon, Bo Sheng International was acquired by Longwind Micro-creation; this news gave her a sense of defeat like the 1949 defection revolution.

But life must go on; one wrong decision can't make one waste a lifetime.

After the New Year, after many twists, she came to this multinational company. Then she tried her skills and snatched this fatty piece of Di Du's hepatobiliary department.

It's just regrettable that she only got half of it; the other half was tossed by the former manager.

Hua Ying Ying had just taken office, preparing to stabilize Ward II, looking for a chance to breach Ward I's gap, to see if she could recover lost ground.

Watching Zhu Liangchen disappear, Hua Ying Ying's professional smile on her face remained as warm and sweet as ever.

So sweet.