Chapter 1300: with translation of chapter title

Science and Education Department's Department Head's office, a person wearing White Coat was reporting the situation to Section Chief Mao.

"Monitoring clinical operation medical records, discovered that the patient used a Spring ring, lacking manufacturer label, violating clinical laws and regulations." The person held a copy of an ongoing case file, speaking seriously.

"Um, I know." Section Chief Mao suppressed the joy in his Inner Mind, lightly said: "You may go."

That person bowed, turned and left.

Science and Education Department is a good place, not busy, still has various cash flows. Whereas the case room is a particularly terrible place.

Especially the case room of 912, every day has to handle hundreds to thousands of people copying medical records, busy to the point of chaos. Many patients don't bring complete documents, unable to copy medical records. Moreover, being out-of-town patients, one can encounter one or two people sitting on the ground crying and shouting, scolding the case room staff each day.

Being transferred from the case room to the Science and Education Department, even if just a low-level clerk, is something many people dream of.

Section Chief Mao looked at the materials in his hand, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She's not stupid, but she didn't think of using this material to topple a rising star……MD, Zheng Ren is now neither a director nor a Team-leading Professor, nothing at all!

I actually would develop a sense of fear; Section Chief Mao realized this, and involuntarily sighed.

He is merely a clinical doctor, yet I actually can't kill him, and have to cautiously curry favor—this seems strange no matter how you look at it.

But there's nothing to be done.

In hand is evidence of Zheng Ren's ignorant, violating operation. If it were another person, his medical license could be directly revoked!

But now, I still have to take this document to curry favor. Just currying favor isn't enough; I also have to figure out how they would accept this goodwill.

What the hell is all this! Section Chief Mao cursed in his heart.

The state stipulates that consumables used during surgery must have the manufacturer and various labels affixed to the intraoperative anesthesia nursing record sheet.

Zheng Ren this kid really has guts, using an unknown Spring ring, with no paperwork at all. What on earth is he thinking?

Section Chief Mao looked at the printed surgical records and various documents, gradually becoming lost in thought.

Just a patient with a rectal foreign body, using a Spring ring? It's simply bewildering.

If it were someone else, Section Chief Mao would surely think they were crazy for wanting to make money. As long as the consumables are expensive and the kickbacks are high, they'd use them indiscriminately, regardless of suitability.

But Zheng Ren……he isn't short of money.

These past few days in contact with Doctor Mei Ha'er, Section Chief Mao continually feels an unreal, illusory sensation.

Those who accompanied Doctor Mei Ha'er before and after, over twenty people have paid tuition, wanting to learn TIPS Surgery.

Tuition is three hundred thousand US dollars per person, really daring to ask for that.

In a turn, tens of millions of yuan are in hand—this isn't making money, it's practically a money-printing machine.

In clinical practice, bending over to do surgery, day and night, a lifetime would hardly earn that amount.

Moreover, nationwide, the number of people who could possibly earn that amount is absolutely no more than 500.

Not for making money, could it be for healing and saving lives?

Thinking of these four words, Section Chief Mao's mouth curled with a hint of disdain. Medicine has already been pushed onto the market, becoming a commodity.

In a business model, if goods don't seek profit but only talk ideals, they'd likely have gone bankrupt and liquidated long ago.

Healing and saving lives? Impossible; there must be some behavioral pattern unknown to me here, discovered by Zheng Ren, which he is secretly carrying out.

Section Chief Mao once again confirmed that what he wants to do is not to use this to topple Zheng Ren, but to find his Weakness, making him wary of me.

Don't put on a righteous front; let everyone sit down and talk properly—things that benefit everyone aren't they?

After thinking for a long time, Section Chief Mao picked up his phone and called one of his trusted subordinates.

"Xiao Cao, come to my office."

After a simple sentence, Section Chief Mao put down the phone.

10 seconds later, a knocking sound came from the door.

"Come in." Section Chief Mao said.

A woman in her thirties walked in, with big loose waves. She was obviously very reserved and careful; upon entering, she didn't look left or right, as if afraid to see something she shouldn't, and went straight to Section Chief Mao's desk, her waist slightly bent, wearing a respectful demeanor.

"Take a look at this data, then quietly go to the ward to find the patient's family to understand the situation." Section Chief Mao said.

Cao Gan Shi carefully picked up that document and began to read it bit by bit.

"This is for the protection of Boss Zheng, not to target him." Section Chief Mao wanted his smile to appear more gentle and more influential.

Cao Gan Shi nodded repeatedly, the big loose waves swaying continuously, like sea waves, making people feel dizzy watching.

"Just remember this point." Section Chief Mao said: "Seize the time, tonight go find the materials, tomorrow settle this matter, the day after tomorrow at seven in the morning I'll be at the unit, I want to hear a full report."

Cao Gan Shi felt bitter inside.

Such a task that only gives a direction is the hardest to do. Leaders in their hearts have no clue, just randomly letting subordinates do it.

Basically, no matter what I do, I won't win favor.

No task target, just a strict time limit……Well, I'll just wait to be scolded the day after tomorrow morning, she thought despondently.

Having received the order, Cao Gan Shi left the door, the more she thought, the more worried she became.

What identity should I go with? An agency staffer? Or go through clinical to understand the situation? Probably would only get official jargon.

But if I go as a private individual, secretly, whether I can gain the trust of the patient's family is another matter.

Damn it!

Cao Gan Shi cursed in her heart.

Forget it, the patient is in Gastroenterology Surgery, still staying in ICU; I'll just pose as the patient's family to find out the situation.

Patient's family? No way! Cao Gan Shi spat at the First Time.

Is it that the leader fell ill, dying, and I go take a look? Or have I contracted AIDS and syphilis, heart failure, liver failure, kidney failure……

She secretly thought to herself.

However, it can't be now; the doctors haven't gotten off work, if I really loiter outside the ICU, who knows who I might run into.

Once exposed, the subsequent work would become difficult.

Cao Gan Shi weighed the pros and cons, and finally had no choice but to anxiously sacrifice her rest time, preparing to inquire about the situation.

Truly, an incompetent general wears out ten thousand troops.

Any talk of protecting Zheng Lao Ban is just hot air. Cao Gan Shi had long heard of the showdown at the dean's office meeting that day.

After Zheng Lao Ban gave them a cold stare, all they could think about was getting revenge—what kind of person is that?

Although they griped inwardly, Cao Gan Shi knew perfectly well whose subordinate they were and who fed them.

No matter how difficult, it must be done—there's no doubt about that.

She called home, told her lover to pick up the child after work, then sat at her desk and carefully thought over the main points and what kind of materials the leader required.

It's definitely dirt—would protecting Zheng Lao Ban still want to grab his little braid? That's the standard playbook; leaders don't want to show themselves as too devious and cruel.

All the dirty and tiring work is done by oneself—this must not be mistaken.

Cao Gan Shi thought to himself.