Chapter 1481: 1434 Find Time to Try

Zou Yu sat obediently in the car, holding one posture for a while, feeling as if there were needles beneath the seat cushion.

But, knowing her father well, she endured it for a long time without moving.

Doctor Wang, the anesthesiologist from Harmony Nurture Hospital, sat in the car, reporting on the rescue.

"Mr. Zou, to be frank, when I first heard the diagnosis, I didn't believe it." Doctor Wang said: "Placental allergy is extremely rare; although Doctor Zheng's analysis still makes sense, I think proceeding directly with surgery is inappropriate."

Zou Jia Hua clasped his fingers together on his legs, listening attentively.

"Master Song's C-section went smoothly; the baby has been sent to the neonatal ward. At that point, the condition was stable, and from an anesthesia and ICU perspective, there was absolutely no need to monitor in the Operating Room."

The doctor recalled the events of an hour ago, feeling somewhat emotional.

At that time, the events in the Operating Room were bizarre and extraordinary; even now, knowing what happened, looking back, it still seems unbelievable.

"Later, a dispute broke out in the Operating Room; Doctor Ho almost came to blows with Doctor Zheng's assistant. Uh… actually, he was the one who got hit." Doctor Wang said this, still feeling a lingering fear.

"Fortunately, Doctor Zheng insisted, and even though Master Song's condition was stable, he kept the endotracheal tube and used a ventilator to assist breathing for a while. During the argument, the ventilator and the monitor alarmed simultaneously. Thinking back now, it was truly terrifying."

Recalling this experience, he felt he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

Facing the sudden severe anaphylactic shock, the ICU doctors displayed outstanding skill and rich … MD, he thought, inwardly cursing himself.

At the time I was dazed—why did a severe anaphylactic shock erupt so suddenly? It had even reached the brink of death.

If we speak of outstanding skill and rich clinical experience, only Doctor Zheng and his assistant deserve such praise.

Doctor Wang doesn't understand the principle, and even now he hasn't figured it out.

Following standard rescue procedures based on bodily memory, the speed was not slow either.

But at that moment, Doctor Zheng stepped forward, bearing the dignified air of a senior physician, and began directing the rescue.

Because of the earlier argument, at first nobody wanted to follow his orders.

More importantly, he is a doctor from a public hospital in Di Du!

"But simply and directly using force to tell everyone to obey orders honestly, or else, like Doctor Ho, they'd end up crouched in the corner of the Operating Room, covering their faces and silently crying."

Losing face completely.

However, when the rescue ended, although he still harbored some resentment deep down, he knew Doctor Zheng was right.

After the acute phase of the violent anaphylactic shock passed, if there had been no endotracheal intubation, no ventilator-assisted breathing, no calm and composed rescue, and several critical judgments, Master Song would likely have died at Harmony Nurture Hospital.

The consequences were too severe to imagine.

Doctor Wang recounted the events, glossing over the part where Doctor Ho was hit, and focused his attention on Doctor Zheng, whom Mr. Zou seemed to value greatly.

This is not empty flattery; it's the plain truth.

That bearing of a senior physician was practically perfect.

Although he looks so young.

Doctor Wang has practiced medicine for 23 years and has never encountered such a confident senior physician. Every detail of the rescue was under his control; any slight slip in operation would be pointed out.

Although he had struck Doctor Ho, afterward he still returned to a simple and peaceful demeanor.

No one wanted to be told their rescue skills were lacking, so quickly, under Doctor Zheng's direction, the scattered doctors and nurses in the Operating Room were molded into a machine.

After a tense, breath‑holding rescue, Master Song's acute anaphylactic shock was finally corrected.

The surgery and rescue were declared successful.

"That's how it happened." Doctor Wang said slowly, unconsciously letting out a faint sigh, and added: "Mr. Zou, Doctor Zheng has rich clinical experience; I really don't know why he works in a public hospital."

What troubled Doctor Wang most was Doctor Zheng's employment at a public hospital.

The clearer it became how formidable Doctor Zheng's abilities were, the less he understood why he worked in a public hospital.

Zou Jia Hua nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Mr. Zou, there's something I'm not sure whether to say or not," Doctor Wang said hesitantly.

"Please go ahead," Zou Jia Hua replied, keeping a polite smile on his face.

"After the rescue, Doctor Zheng and Doctor Su left. I vaguely heard Doctor Ho say, he…" Doctor Wang said, hesitating.

"How is he?" Zou Jia Hua asked with a smile.

"He was struck by Doctor Zheng earlier; perhaps he's still resentful, and he said he wants to sue Doctor Zheng for intentional harm."

"Thank you." Zou Jia Hua smiled slightly, treating it as if nothing had happened, "There won't be any problem."

He changed the position of his hands.

Zou Zhi appeared, holding a red envelope, and handed it over to Doctor Wang with a light, carefree manner.

Doctor Wang knew the conversation was over. He politely took his leave, carrying the heavy "red envelope," and returned to his own car.

Everything felt like a dream, except the red envelope in his hand was so real.

He felt fortunate that he hadn't rushed forward to blame Doctor Zheng's diagnosis and treatment at the time.

"Otherwise, the person slapped into the wall wouldn't have been Doctor Ho—it would have been me."

Really, they're sick!

Doctor Wang finally gave this evaluation.

Both Doctor Zheng and Doctor Ho are sick.

Doctor Ho is sick, Doctor Wang thought to himself.

"Mr. Zou holds Doctor Zheng in high regard; he just saved Master Song, and yet you, having been hit, are acting foolish—why keep insisting?"

But that has nothing to do with me.

"Doctor Zheng is also sick—his skill is so high, yet he works in a public hospital; what else could it be if not illness?"

"But his ability is truly high."

"The rescue and treatment team at Harmony Nurture Hospital is very strong; Doctor Wang himself had once worked independently at the Mayo Clinic. If it weren't for Harmony Nurture offering more pay, he estimates he would already hold a very high position at the Mayo Clinic."

Looking back, no matter who had directed the rescue, it would not have succeeded.

"Only the presence of Doctor Zheng could turn Master Song from danger to safety."

This is fate!

Master Song, his condition back then was extremely severe!

Doctor Wang sighed, thinking to himself, it's no wonder Master Song became a honored guest of many top-tier wealthy and an imperial feng shui master.

People think it's obvious who is trustworthy and can cure their own illness.

If there is an Opportunity later, I will definitely get close to Master Song.

The engine roared like a beast, and Doctor Wang pressed the accelerator to the floor.

Although he had already knelt, he still couldn't let go of the words 'Public Hospital'.

Is it really possible to improve one's Technique at a Public Hospital?

Should I find some time to give it a try as well?