Chapter 1614: 1562 Arrangements in the Dark (Alliance Leader Orange Little Tangerine Bonus Chapter 1)

Doing this was somewhat awkward, but Manager Zhou finally had some courage.

Amid the thumping and clanging sounds, Manager Zhou's surgery was finally finished.

"Manager Zhou, your surgery is simply barbaric and brutal!" Su Yun laughed.

Manager Zhou didn't speak, thinking you haven't seen anything more barbaric than this. Today he was being cautious, fearing side effects, so he did it conservatively.

Look at your inexperienced appearance.

Manager Zhou only muttered that to himself, but didn't dare say it out loud.

"You bled 50 ml during the operation, more than a thoracic surgery—impressive! If I'd known orthopedic surgeries were done like this back then, I would have chosen orthopedics." Su Yun laughed.

Manager Zhou wanted to curse someone.

Removing a Kocher needle that's been in place for over three years, wrapped in callus—is a little bleeding abnormal?

How could I be looked down upon?!

But he still didn't have the guts to say it.

Others' pericardial fibrous plate detachment surgery hardly bleeds. Although this surgery is the most basic thoracic procedure, …

Everything compares as higher-level and more traumatic than his own surgery.

Being inferior in skill, there's really nothing to say.

As Manager Zhou's orthopedic surgery ended, Zheng Renhe and Su Yun flushed the pleural cavity again, found no active bleeding, and closed the chest.

The surgery ended.

Zheng Ren looked at the removed Kocher needle, hesitated a moment, turned and stepped down, tore off his sterile gown, and said, "I'll go explain things to the patient's family."

"Chief... Chief Zheng, don't forget to ask me where the surgery was performed." Manager Zhou kept worrying whether he would be struck by lightning.

Zheng Ren nodded, took the pathology basin, turned and walked out of the operating room.

"Manager Zhou, don't be so timid." Su Yun laughed.

After the surgery, Su Yun's temper eased a little, comforting Manager Zhou's anxious heart.

"Brother Yun, you don't know." Manager Zhou sighed and said, "A patient died here just a couple of days ago."

"……" Su Yun remained silent.

The psychological shadow, it turns out, arises like this.

"Is it the patient who suddenly died while settling the hospitalization bill?" Chu Yanran, who had been sitting on a small round stool observing various data, tranquil and lovely, immediately followed up when she heard Manager Zhou mention it.

"Ah……" Speaking of this, Manager Zhou let out a listless sigh.

"If you have something to say, spit it out—you're annoyingly vague." Su Yun said disparagingly.

"There was a cervical spine patient admitted for surgery. We were preparing to launch cervical spine surgery, happened to encounter a relevant patient, and invited a professor from the Imperial Capital. His surgery was truly beautiful." Manager Zhou said.

"Post‑op recovery was good too; the patient was up and about the next day. Brother Yun, I never imagined cervical spine surgery could involve such minimal trauma."

Manager Zhou requested wound dressings and applied them to the patient.

"I thought the surgery was a success and had already written the promotional copy. Afterwards, the ordinary people of Hai Cheng needing cervical spine surgery wouldn't have to go to the Imperial Capital; they could get it done right at home." Manager Zhou's words carried deep regret.

"Heh." Su Yun snorted derisively: "According to international classification, cervical and lumbar spine surgeries belong to neurosurgery, right? Are you orthopedics folks still treating it like carpentry work?"

This guy, whenever he catches onto something, just throws in a couple of retorts.

Anyway, since he's targeting Manager Zhou, it's no big deal!

However, regarding such a major issue involving departmental surgical techniques, at the 912 Hospital or any large tertiary hospital in the Imperial Capital, Su Yun wouldn't dare say that.

If he really picks a fight, it becomes a blood feud worthy of killing parents—never‑ending.

The orthopedic doctors earned this big chunk of surgery because neurosurgery is incompetent; it has nothing to do with Su Yun.

In Hai Cheng, Su Yun knows that throwing a jab at Manager Zhou won't cause any trouble.

Manager Zhou, after being jabbed, lowered his head again.

"What happened to the patient afterward?" Su Yun asked curiously.

"The patient had no side effects; all physical exams were fine, neurological reflexes normal, no breathing difficulty. Ten days post‑op, discharge procedures were handled. First they took photos with the banner, everyone was happy and harmonious."

"But who would have thought that during discharge, the patient dropped dead right at the window?" Manager Zhou said, tears nearly spilling.

Su Yun grew sombre.

This is a classic case of bad fate.

Unless an autopsy is performed, nobody knows the patient's true cause of death.

Either it was a sudden cardiac illness, or some especially rare postoperative complication. I'm not very familiar with cervical spine surgery, so I can't comment.

But ordinary families generally won't consent to an autopsy; it's a traditional Chinese notion that's hard to change.

It turns out that because of this incident, Manager Zhou is as jumpy as a startled bird; encountering a distal migration of the Kocher needle makes him panic like crazy.

"Our City First Hospital's cervical spine surgery probably won't get off the ground for another ten years." Su Yun sighed.

When we first launched cervical spine surgery, we ran into this rare situation. The psychological shadow affects not only Manager Zhou but also falls on the Orthopedics Department Head.

Sticking faithfully to familiar procedures and trying to avoid trouble is the normal person's choice.

As for Hai Cheng patients with cervical spine problems… go to a higher‑level hospital. The farther, the better—anyway, City First Hospital won't touch it again.

What a pity, Su Yun thought.

Every clinical technique's rollout and promotion has arrangements made by fate in the unseen.

A seemingly trivial little matter may ultimately influence the decisions and choices of hundreds or thousands of patients.

"After a few years, when your director gets a bit older and less involved, I'll introduce you to a professor from the Imperial Capital's orthopedics department." Su Yun pondered, then said, "Whether we should expand or not, we must expand—people die during surgery in the Imperial Capital too. It's a matter of probability, right? Was that patient autopsied?"

Manager Zhou was a bit dazed, but he knew Su Yun meant well.

"No, the family didn't say anything either; they were probably just dazed. A perfectly fine person goes to handle discharge formalities—how can they just say 'gone' and be gone?" Manager Zhou couldn't stop thinking about it, his spirits somewhat listless.

It seems this inexplicably sudden‑death patient really dealt him a heavy blow.

"Clean up a bit, send the patient to the ICU." Su Yun said.

"How long after the surgery can I come out?" Chu Yanran asked.

"Estimated, you can be transferred out in two days." Su Yun said, "The surgery has been done, there's not much bleeding; the rest is just observing the condition to prevent worsening of upper gastrointestinal bleeding."

"……" Wang Zong realized he had forgotten something.

The patient's chief complaint is nausea and vomiting, accompanied by upper gastrointestinal bleeding.

Upon finding a more serious condition, I just forgot about it completely. If not carefully instructed and given appropriate medication, I'm afraid that in a few days the upper gastrointestinal bleeding will become severe, the patient will vomit a mouthful of blood, and the surgery will have been for nothing.

Still not careful enough.

Wang Zong nodded solemnly; afterwards, tasks such as writing the medical record still need to be handled by myself and the on-duty doctor.

Keep a close watch, don't let Zheng Lao Ban's efforts go to waste.