Chapter 1768: 1707 The More I Talk, the More Afraid I Become

Cui Zhiying's surgery was in the Gan Dan Wai Ke, and it was about to end. He sat to the side, leaning against the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.

His assistant was observing and monitoring various data on the patient's head.

"Lao Cui, everything okay?" Lao He came in, asking with a chuckle.

"Hmm, the surgery will be done in another half hour." Cui Zhiying raised his head, his eye sockets dark, looking listless overall.

"Why are you so tired? At your age, you still diligently pay your grain tax—watch your old back." Lao He joked.

"I haven't rested well these past couple days; I'm getting older, and even a night shift of two or three days doesn't let me recover." Cui Zhiying looked at Lao He, feeling a bit sentimental, "Lao He, your luck has been really good lately."

Lao He knew what he meant, also feeling sentimental, and said with a smile, "Come on, let's go smoke a cigarette."

Cui Zhiying checked the amounts of anesthetic, the monitor, and the micro-pump, gave two instructions, and then went with Lao He to the Zhibanshi.

"Lao Cui, something happened the night before last?" Lao He shut the door, without pleasantries, went straight to the point.

He knew Cui Zhiying was a person of a rather reserved temperament, decent skill, and if he wanted to pry information from him, half an hour definitely wouldn't be enough.

Upon hearing Lao He's question, Cui Zhiying's face changed slightly.

But he quickly realized, given the relationship between Lao He and Zheng Lao Ban, that it wasn't anything strange.

"Ah, Lao He, don't mention it." Cui Zhiying let out a deep sigh.

"Don't worry, I won't gossip. Besides, the patient didn't have any incident—you've passed this test." Lao He handed Cui Zhiying a cigarette with a smile, saying, "No matter how big the issue, isn't it still smaller than what happened to me a couple days ago?"

Cui Zhiying knew about Section Chief Mao's paralysis; if it were him… just thinking about it made his heart tremble a bit.

Medical accidents—who in clinical work hasn't bumped into one? To avoid accidents, the only way is not to work. Those who work are basically guaranteed to have an accident!

If something happens, just admit defeat. Cui Zhiying later judged that, that night, if it weren't for Zheng Lao Ban, the probability of a major incident would have been at least about fifty percent.

Afterward, he would surely be suspended, at least for a year.

But after a year, he could still return to work. After all, it's like driving: if you make a mistake you go to prison and can never practice medicine again—under those circumstances, the medical profession would probably have no one left.

This is his situation; on Lao He's side, however, it's Section Chief Mao of the Science and Education Department. Moreover, all the evidence at the time pointed to Lao He's mistake—if it weren't for Zheng Lao Ban turning the tide, Lao He would probably be finished now.

The subtle difference in between, Cui Zhiying understood it especially clearly.

He looked at Lao He, feeling sentimental, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

Lao He has been unlucky his whole life, finally his luck turned. As for me… I could never climb up to Zheng Lao Ban's high branch.

"Lao Cui, tell me, what was the situation that day?" Lao He asked with a chuckle: "I'm not trying to rub salt in your wound; let me be clear. This isn't just about me recently being half‑joined to Zheng Lao Ban's medical team—I need to know what Zheng Lao Ban can and cannot do, his level."

"If it weren't for Zheng Lao Ban's big help, I wouldn't be able to do anything on my end, and I'd feel guilty." Lao He spoke bluntly.

"Lao He, I really envy you, you have such a good eye!" Cui Zhiying sighed, "Following Zheng Lao Ban, even if you know nothing, you…"

"Don't drag it out—what good is knowing nothing if Zheng Lao Ban wants me to do something?" Lao He quickly said, "You have no idea how fierce the competition is in Zheng Lao Ban's medical team."

"How fierce is it?" Cui Zhiying didn't believe it, knowing Lao He's level. He's just a bit stubborn; otherwise he'd have risen earlier.

"Never mind other things, do you know who Zheng Lao Ban's anesthesiologist is over in Hai Cheng?"

"Could it even be an academician serving as the anesthesiologist?" Cui Zhiying doubted, starting to argue.

"A pair of twin sisters who just graduated as graduate students!" Lao He said exaggeratedly, making a pained expression, "Lao Cui, you say—if it were you, would you rather have an old geezer as the anesthesiologist or those twin sisters? You say, you say!"

"…" Cui Zhiying stared for a moment.

"I've seen the photo—those looks could land a movie role." Lao He sighed, "So, my all‑out effort isn't just to cling to Zheng Lao Ban's thigh, right? Lao Cui, I'll be frank—I've also been sleeping poorly lately."

"Your matter already has a conclusion—the pathology came out saying it's definitely endometriosis, right? So why are you still sleeping badly?" Cui Zhiying exclaimed in disbelief.

"This is a huge favor—I'm asking you: if it were someone else, who could give that diagnosis? With Section Chief Mao and all the hospital directors backing me, I directly slammed the table at the hospital-wide consultation and said it wasn't Lao He's fault."

Cui Zhiying continued to sigh, "Damn it, how did I not realize back then how formidable Zheng Lao Ban was?"

Never mind anything else—just that drive of his is worth following him for a lifetime.

"Lao Cui, I've indeed filled in for Zheng Lao Ban a few times. But these little things—can they outweigh this favor? To put it bluntly, if I don't improve, Zheng Lao Ban wouldn't even glance my way." Lao He said.

"No way, Zheng Lao Ban is a decent person."

"Twin sisters! I don't know about you, but if it were me, I'd have to request them no matter what I said. You tell me—Zheng Lao Ban is begging for two people; what could Director Yan say?" Lao He went on saying this, and gradually he himself started to feel afraid, believing it more and more.

If at first there was still a hint of putting on an act, by now his heart had already begun to tremble.

Director Yan suffered a myocardial infarction, he himself didn't even know—it was Zheng Lao Ban who directly hauled him into the resuscitation room, performed an ECG, and finally confirmed it.

Afterward, it's said they also performed a thrombectomy; after a few days of postoperative rest, Director Yan has recovered.

These past few days, all the department heads in the hospital have gone crazy!

Yet nobody dares say Zheng Lao Ban is wrong—that was a direct order from Director Yan.

Nursing staff are always short, no matter when—Zheng Lao Ban really has god‑like methods, directly bringing in an entire elite team.

That's the backbone—all are candidates for head nurse; just pick a few new people… if there are no newcomers, have the nurses undergo further training, and in an instant you can expand into a larger nursing cadre.

If even that many nurses can be brought in, is it really hard to want two anesthesiologists who just graduated as graduate students?

Getting into 912 is indeed difficult, but however they put it, they're still graduate‑school graduates, so it's not too far‑fetched. Director Yan now trusts Zheng Lao Ban completely—this doesn't even count the Nobel Prize project he's shouldering on his shoulders.

Getting into 912 is indeed difficult, but no matter how you say it, they are graduate school graduates, so it's not completely unreasonable. Director Yan now basically trusts Zheng Lao Ban completely, and this doesn't even take into account that Zheng Lao Ban is still shouldering a Nobel Prize project.

I'm basically a pill myself!

This is my pill!