Chapter 1692: 1635 I Want to Use My Own People to Set Up the Operating Table

Director Ma waited anxiously.

He had already cursed Lin Ge and Zheng Ren to high heaven in his heart, and even Director Tian was included.

They're all a bunch of trouble-making good-for-nothings!

Why hasn't President Liu replied? Is he arguing with the 912 side? Thinking of this, Director Ma's anxiety grew a bit more.

This is putting himself on the fire to roast.

The Affiliated Hospital and 912 will surely end up in name only, but if the hospital investigates, responsibility for mishandling will fall on me and I can't escape it.

Damn it!

Even a simple consultation can stir up so much trouble.

Where can I go to reason!

Director Ma paced back and forth, his impatient expression written on his face; the space around him within three meters seemed to form a barrier, with the words "No entry for outsiders" written on it.

After waiting about ten minutes, the phone finally rang.

Director Ma felt his heart rate quicken; was he about to receive a loud scolding from President Liu, or something else?

In short, the outcome won't be good.

As for extracting the bullet via intervention, that's too fantastical—no need to even consider it; the president would certainly not agree.

Who should we consult next?

Is it Xiehe or Fuwai...

"Director Ma, Doctor Zheng's surgery application has been approved by the hospital; get ready on your end," President Liu said in a low voice.

""

Director Ma remained silent.

"Tell me the specific time of the surgery, and I'll go see it myself," President Liu continued.

""

Director Ma remained silent; he hadn't yet recovered.

"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?" President Liu thought the signal was bad.

"President, I'm here, I'm here," Director Ma replied hastily, "The signal is a bit poor, but it's fine now; I'll prepare the surgery according to your instructions on my end."

"You heard me but didn't speak." President Liu was displeased, "Get ready and tell me the surgery time."

Having said that, President Liu hung up the phone.

Director Ma stared at his phone in disbelief, finding it hard to imagine how President Liu made this decision.

Intervention to extract the bullet?

Thrombectomy requires 24 hours, at most 48 hours—how could we possibly extract the bullet?!

But the president's order—he didn't have the guts or the inclination to defy it.

Carrying a heavy heart, Director Ma walked into the office.

"Director Ma?" Director Tian's white coat fluttered, like a swordsman's—white as snow, flying against the wind.

"Prepare for surgery. Boss Zheng, are you ready to do it today or tomorrow?" Director Ma asked.

"Let me first check the patient and ask about the fasting time." Zheng Ren said, "If time permits, the sooner the better."

Director Ma looked at Director Tian and said weakly, "Director Tian, have someone take Doctor Zheng to see the patient."

A team-leading professor, noticing the awkwardness, quickly went up and escorted Zheng Ren to see the patient.

Lin Ge followed behind Zheng Ren, hopping along, chatting idly with a grin, showing no trace of tension.

After they left, Director Tian asked, "Director Ma, how could you agree to do the surgery?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Director Ma retorted angrily, "President Liu approved it—go ask him if you have the ability."

"No matter who approved it, intervening to extract the bullet—that's not a joke, is it?" Director Tian urged anxiously.

"If you had the skill to locate the bullet, would we still be mulling it over here?" Director Ma's mood worsened; he already imagined the surgery failing, and he was sure to be made the scapegoat.

Director Tian was provoked a few times, his anger flared. But since he couldn't find where the bullet was—an objective fact—he stayed silent, merely seething at himself.

Soon, Zheng Ren and Lin Ge returned, walking and saying, "The patient has a clear heart murmur. The diagnosis is fine; the surgery carries some risk, and I'll explain it to the patient's family shortly."

"Do we need any special equipment?"

Director Lin, the surgery is very difficult." Zheng Ren said seriously, "If we choose open-chest, it's hardly difficult. But intervening to extract the bullet doubles the difficulty. If possible, I want to bring my own people to perform this surgery."

Lin Ge's heart gave a jolt.

Boss Zheng is really petty!

With his grudge-holding nature, I like it!

Without giving him a good face, performing the surgery would be a big production; it definitely wouldn't be done quietly.

I don't need any of you people from the Affiliated Hospital at all!

Is this Boss Zheng leading his men in a sweep of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital?

Tsk tsk, impressive.

Hearing Zheng Ren say that, Lin Ge felt more confident.

"Alright, I'll go negotiate." Lin Ge said, "Boss Zheng, I'll arrange a car for whoever you need to see..."

"No need, Yi Ren will drive over directly. Or Xiao Feng also has a car—no need to bother the hospital." Zheng Ren took out his phone and said, "The patient still has one hour before fasting; I'll contact someone to bring the patient in forty minutes."

Zheng Ren finished speaking and went out to make a call.

……

……

Lao He administered anesthesia for three surgeries, the last being a gastroenterology procedure; afterward he pulled Feng Jianguo into the changing room to brag.

After performing two such major surgeries with Boss Zheng in Nanyang, not finding someone to boast to felt like walking at night in fine clothes—deeply unsatisfying.

Lao He embellished the story, leaving Feng Jianguo bewildered, but he didn't question it, merely sighing.

Zheng Lao Ban is that impressive? Hard to imagine.

Thinking of the tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital, Feng Jianguo felt neither envy nor excitement, only a sense of regret.

It turns out the person who inserted my colon stent a month ago is actually the tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital—could I boast about that?

Uh...

Lao He's phone rang.

He glanced at it, his hand trembled slightly, and he immediately answered the call.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what are your orders?"

"It's fine, the Shou Bing just ended; I can flexibly schedule on my end." Lao He heard Zheng Ren say that and immediately perked up.

"Alright, stay ready, switch to general anesthesia anytime, extracorporeal circulation—I got it!"

"I'll go… oh, okay, then I'll wait for the call."

After saying that, Lao He hung up.

"Shou Bing?" Feng Jianguo probed.

"Go to Capital Medical University Fu Yuan for the free‑floating bullet; Zheng Lao Ban will remove it interventially." Lao He said proudly, as if he had performed the Shou Bing himself.

Feng Jianguo stared for a moment, wanted to say something, but ended up with a bitter smile.

He thought it impossible, but since Zheng Lao Ban had said it… he decided not to question it; surely he'd be proven wrong later, just hoping it wouldn't be his own face that got slapped.

"Lao He, you've finally come through." Feng Jianguo sighed.

"Look what you're saying." Lao He said proudly, "My luck has always been bad, but I've just turned it around. Old Feng, what's the use of just having skill? In our 912 team, in anesthesia, who's better than me? Worthless! Now we're still running the small shift."

Feng Jianguo knew Lao He was speaking the truth.

"I've got to go, I need to hurry and change, then head over for that Shou Bing." Lao He laughed.

"Come back and tell me how the Shou Bing went."

Sure~