Chapter 1565

Su Yun's face was dark as if rain were coming.

Am I supposed to guard the door? Am I a guard dog?! Damn it!

"Sister Lin, please help Mr. Noel with the admission paperwork." Zheng Ren called Lin JiaoJiao directly.

He didn't explain why; although he spoke politely, his tone left no room for doubt.

The 120 ambulance arrived at 912; the gurney wasn't pushed to the emergency resuscitation room but straight to the operating room.

Lin JiaoJiao wasn't unhappy either; at least that's how she appeared.

She ran back and forth, fronting the hospitalization fees for Mr. Noel.

Money is trivial; as long as Boss Zheng is happy playing, anything goes.

But Lin JiaoJiao was also curious; seeing Su Yun's grim face, she didn't press for details.

Curiosity killed the cat; Boss Zheng was adamant this time, not even telling Su Yun, so why should he tell me?!

In interpersonal relations and conduct, Lin JiaoJiao handles things exceptionally well.

Zheng Ren pulled Noel straight to the interventional surgery room; Lao He was already ready, and he took Zheng Lao Ban's personal call asking him to set up the tray very seriously, as if he had already seen sunshine, bright and clear.

After lifting the patient onto the operating table, Zheng Ren sheepishly explained to Director Kong: "Director, the patient has some issues, privacy-related."

Director Kong smiled faintly.

"We need to operate immediately; other matters..."

"It's fine, I've got this side." Director Kong didn't ask why, smiling: "Does that mean I also can't watch the surgery from inside?"

Zheng Ren nodded helplessly.

"All right." Director Kong turned away with a grin, saying, "Hurry up and do it; this surgery isn't within our treatment scope. If Neurology finds out, the lawsuit will definitely go to Director Yan."

Zheng Ren stood firm.

In the hospital, each department's scope of treatment is regulated. Wanting to operate on patients unrelated to one's own ward will surely upset someone.

Just as Neurology Intervention performing organ intervention would provoke Director Kong to show up and yell at them.

Previously, when doing heart surgery, the patient was in a special ward—that was an exception.

Director Kong walked out of the operating suite with his hands behind his back; on the lead‑glass side, Professor Rudolf Wagner had already begun disinfecting.

He had intended to leave, but seeing Su Yun also not going into surgery, not even entering the operating suite, he stood at the doorway.

"Huh? Su Yun, why aren't you going in either?" Director Kong asked.

"The boss said it's a secret, no admittance." Su Yun replied irritably.

This time, Director Kong became interested.

Keeping it from oneself could be seen as a youthful mindset; Director Kong didn't mind much. Boss Zheng has the ability—letting things slide on our side is perfectly normal.

But Su Yun not going in means this affair is strange.

He simply stayed put at the door and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"This afternoon Sister Lin and I went to the community hospital; I contacted Zou Yu of the Zou family in Xianggang, who had installed the screen. The patient was an engineer from the manufacturer; when we arrived, he was just beginning to show cerebral infarction symptoms."

"Then what?"

"The patient initially refused treatment, not wanting to discuss it, and didn't even want to be hospitalized." Su Yun said: "The boss said it involved personal privacy. Coincidentally, Fugui'er and the patient are fellow countrymen, both German, so I brought Fugui'er to another room to talk with the patient."

"Su Yun, what do you suspect the illness is?" Director Kong's expression turned serious.

"Acute cerebral infarction, with subjective, neurological, and physical symptoms already present. The diagnosis is uncontroversial; the key is that they won't let us look, which is infuriating."

Mysterious and secretive—surely they're up to something shady! Su Yun still felt it wasn't enough, so she complained.

"What I'm asking you is, what personal issue do you suspect?" Director Kong ignored Su Yun's complaint and asked again.

"Who knows, there are all kinds of strange things." Su Yun said: "I'll consider it—it's not AIDS, and it won't be syphilis. I can only think from a personal privacy angle, but we just met; I can't figure out why."

Director Kong also started to ponder, but he still couldn't figure it out.

"Director, are you on door duty?" the head nurse walked by, saw Director Kong and Su Yun standing at the doorway, and made a joke.

"Zheng Lao Ban is in surgery, I'm waiting here." Director Kong searched his lifelong memory, but nothing matched Zheng Ren's behavior. He gave a casual reply, never imagining what the head nurse would think.

The head nurse's heart jumped—has Zheng Lao Ban become that awesome?

The surgery was well done, that's true.

But even the department head isn't allowed to watch—this attitude is too big.

In the past… it seems I've never encountered a doctor with such arrogance in my decades of medical career.

And Director Kong too—he's been driven out, not even allowed to watch the surgery; why isn't he angry? Is this the Director Kong I know?

The head nurse knew something was up, but didn't want to get involved. Since Director Kong had greeted her and was still standing at the doorway watching, the less she knew about this, the better.

A few minutes later, a doctor walked out of the operating suite.

Zhao Wenhua hadn't spoken in the department for a long time; he carried out his idea—work diligently and don't provoke Zheng Lao Ban.

He realized that as long as he didn't actively provoke Zheng Lao Ban, that medical team seemed to pose no threat to him.

Why go through all this trouble? Zhao Wenhua's mindset gradually stabilized, and he returned to a normal life.

Today he had a relatively heavy surgery load, and only finished at this time.

Is Zheng Lao Ban fast at surgery? There's nothing to compare, and Zhao Wenhua subconsciously didn't bother comparing.

Rumor has it that side was doing a puncture on Lao Li of the Engineering Academy? It has nothing to do with me.

The six TIPS phase-two surgeries are done? Hmm, that's nothing to do with me.

After completing the three liver cancer interventional embolization procedures at hand, Zhao Wenhua walked out.

Looking up, he saw Director Kong and Su Yun standing like door gods at the operating room entrance.

What the hell is going on?

Zhao Wenhua froze.

He remembered when he first started working, there were professors and directors with bad tempers; when an assistant had a problem with the instrument tray, they would throw things, yell and scream. In serious cases, they would even drive out students or junior doctors, making them stand at the doorway as punishment.

This is a humiliation!

Many doctors can't stand this humiliation; quite a few even quit in anger. And the fate of those hot-tempered professors and directors is also quite tragic.

The hard cannot last long, the soft cannot be guarded; what the ancients said still makes sense.

Zhao Wenhua looked at Director Kong and immediately dismissed his own thought. No matter who gets driven out, Director Kong wouldn't.

In 912, Intervention Department, no matter what immortals stand behind one, no one dares to treat Director Kong this way.

He climbed step by step to the position of chief director; in terms of the ability to have gods fight behind his back, he is only one or two geometric levels above the team-leading professor.

Director Kong is old and disdains to contend with others; a peaceful retirement is what he most wants.

A tiger napping doesn't mean you can treat him like a Hello Kitty.

If the tiger really wakes up, it becomes an endless deadly situation; the one likely to die is the provocateur.

Zhao Wenhua understands this point clearly and distinctly.

So regarding Zheng Lao Ban's provocation, he only dabbles and stops, never attempting deeper probing.

Who knows where Director Kong's bottom line lies? If things go badly, I might not even be able to become the team-leading professor of 912.

But… Director Kong stands right before me, neither near nor far, quietly.

Like a patient's family waiting outside the operating room.

And Su Yun—this nefarious guy isn't Zheng Lao Ban's assistant, is he? What mistake did he make today that he's not even allowed into the operating room?

Is it an internal feud within the medical team?

This is quite a big joke; Zhao Wenhua feels it strange inside, but still puts on a smile and walks over.

"Director, are you busy?" Zhao Wenhua greeted.

Director Kong grunted with his nose, still pondering what the matter was.

Zhao Wenhua got turned away at the door; he found it somewhat funny, and his curiosity grew. He asked: "Director, why are you standing at the door? Go inside and sit."

"Zheng Lao Ban won't allow it." Director Kong replied offhand.

Holy crap… MD! Zhao Wenhua confirmed a suspicion in his mind, and was suddenly shocked.

Look at what I used to say—now you've become arrogant and overbearing! It's simply outrageous!

Zhao Wenhua thought to himself.

Young people, with a little ability, start sticking their tails up.

How long have you been in 912? At most a little over a month, less than two. And you dare to drive out Director Kong?!

Arrogant!

Overbearing!

Contemptuous of everyone!

Zhao Wenhua suddenly felt a sense of pity and sympathy, even an illusion of sharing the same feeling.

"Director, this…" Zhao Wenhua didn't know how to describe it.

"It's excessive, right." Su Yun slightly lifted his head, his gaze shooting from the black hair in front of his forehead.

Zhao Wenhua stared for a moment, not daring to respond.

"It's definitely excessive! Old Zhao, this time I'm on your side." Su Yun nagged, "What's the matter? Doing a surgery, driving me and Director Kong out—truly clueless about one's own weight."

"…" Zhao Wenhua's heart stirred—could this be an internal feud in the medical team?

Su Yun is quite capable; should we poach him for our medical team?

His brain raced, beginning to weigh the feasibility.

"Today he's monopolized a treatment room; before long, the whole operating room will be his alone—what people!" Su Yun nagged.

Zhao Wenhua can be certain—definitely the medical team is having internal conflict!

This is a big deal.

Actually, someone like Su Yun definitely wouldn't stay long in the second-in-command position of a medical team.

After all, given his ability, he'd rather be a chicken's head than a phoenix's tail—this is what many people think.

Just go out, lead a team, have your own say—the better, the better. No matter how you say it, it's definitely better than staying in Zheng Lao Ban's medical team, being ordered around.

If it were an ordinary person, that would be fine, but Su Yun… he's gloomy and ruthless, with high ability. Even without mentioning thoracic surgery, he can jump straight into interventional surgery.

Zhao Wenhua thought about it, but immediately extinguished the idea of recruiting him.

Someone like that, I can't afford to use!

"Director, when you have time you should lecture him a couple of times…" Su Yun kept nagging, when a voice came from behind.

"The surgery is done, Su Yun, take the patient away."

"Oh, okay!" Su Yun immediately changed his expression, smilingly turned and went inside to help Professor Rudolf Wagner lift the patient.

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Note: Cited from Thiswomanlived24yearswithoutknowingshewasmissingherentirecerebellum. JOSHHRALA, 28JUL2016.

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