Chapter 1995: 1925 Blinding Flash (Monthly Ticket 50000 Bonus ×100)

"Lao He, what's with those two girls, why are you frowning?" someone asked after watching the video, surprised.

"Sigh..." Lao He let out a long sigh.

"Why are you acting like you're dying? Speak up."

"Yeah, Lao He, you're getting weirder and weirder."

Lao He shook his head and said, "This is Zheng Lao Ban's exclusive anesthesiologist in Hai Cheng."

Upon hearing that, the private room fell silent instantly.

Exclusive, anesthesiologist, twins, sister flowers, splits, youthful beauty.

These words instantly filled everyone's minds.

In a snap of the fingers, everyone understood Lao He's meaning.

No one said anything more about Lao He.

Facing such a competitor……if you could call them a competitor, Lao He really had no chance.

Not to mention chances—if it were me as Zheng Lao Ban, I wouldn't even glance at Lao He. What's there to look at in a damn old coot?

It was just that pair of sister flowers that caught the eye.

What's more, Zheng Lao Ban is young and vigorous, full of energy. Who's better is obvious at a glance.

An awkward silence lasted nearly a minute as the short video looped, the Chu family sisters' lovely figures appearing repeatedly on the phone.

"Lao He, it's fine." Someone began to comfort him, "He's so young, probably just an undergrad."

"Graduated with a master's in critical care from a top national institute."

Lao He said somewhat bluntly.

"That's also fine, you have plenty of experience; many things aren't something a fresh grad would know." Classmates continued comforting Lao He, "Ultra-low temperature cardiac arrest— they definitely wouldn't know that."

"But Zheng Lao Ban can." Lao He lowered his head, feeling truly torn inside.

"……" Everyone looked at each other, clueless.

Critical care medicine, anesthesia specialty—what would a general clinical doctor do with this stuff!

"Recently, there was an emergency case with airway deformity." Lao He said softly, "The anesthesiologist inserted the endotracheal tube into the esophagus."

"Uh……"

"Zheng Lao Ban saved them, using a fiber scope—reportedly completing the intubation for the airway deformity in under ten seconds."

Upon hearing Lao He say that, everyone fell silent.

They were all experts, knowing what his words meant.

Fiber bronchoscope, under ten seconds.

"Lao He, was it an intern or someone with shaky hands who messed up?" someone asked.

"No, it was an old doctor who, upon seeing the patient, suspected a deformity but still got it wrong."

There's nothing more to say—just that Zheng Lao Ban is highly skilled.

They mourned for Lao He in silence, the atmosphere truly awkward; the person holding the phone opened the next video.

"Huh? This is……" He lifted his phone; on screen, a handsome young man sat in a chair, his black hair fluttering over his forehead, full of energy.

"Zheng Lao Ban's assistant, a few years ago hailed as the rising star of Di Du Cardiothoracic Surgery." Lao He answered woodenly.

"Tsk tsk, handsome guys and beautiful girls—is Zheng Lao Ban preparing to switch to showbiz?"

"Here it comes!"

The protagonist isn't Su Yun; it's still the Chu family sisters.

In the video pretending not to know each other, the Chu family sisters walked side by side up to Su Yun.

Su Yun secretly stuck out his leg, seeming to try to trip them.

The instant their feet touched his leg, the Chu family sisters did a forward somersault, the ice cream in their hands not dropping, spinning like a windmill, blinding everyone's eyes.

Watching this clip, everyone fell silent.

Comfort Lao He? Fat chance.

Wanting to comfort, but not knowing what to say.

Thinking about when surgery happens, Zheng Lao Ban's side is like a youth idol drama—all lovely figures, only Lao He this damned old coot……it's just too eyesore.

Even these classmates' hearts harbor the thought of removing Lao He and replacing him with that pleasing pair of sister flowers.

With that figure, those moves, this youthful beauty—no wonder Lao He is frowning.

"Can they even get into 912? It's hard to stay on after a doctorate."

Still, someone was thinking of Lao He, helping him find reasons, excuses.

"Recently, Zheng Lao Ban saved our Director Yan's life." Lao He said, saying it, nearly crying.

Zheng Lao Ban is simply too capable!

"What's going on?" the classmates asked in turn.

Lao He recounted everything that night in detail, and everyone continued to stay silent.

Young, capable, with a Nobel Prize project in hand—this is definitely a budding future academician.

Never mind needing two anesthesiologists; even if…… before anyone could think of anything, Lao He added a final remark.

"Zheng Lao Ban went to Director Yan to request staff, supporting the community hospital's own nurses, leaving half there."

This time, no one felt sorry for Lao He anymore.

This guy is doomed!

When the time comes, that pair of sister flowers will come straight to 912 Hospital—Lao He won't have a thing to do with it!

……

……

Zheng Ren watched the Chu family sisters, under Su Yun's direction, record one short video after another, and found it quite interesting.

Xie Yiren wasn't around; she is a photographer.

The Chu family sisters wore the latest clothes, with tall model figures, attracting passersby to glance back repeatedly.

Their faces radiated a joyful glow, and the more they played, the happier they became.

Meanwhile, at Haicheng First Hospital Emergency Department, Wang Zong was already busy as a dog.

An ambulance brought back a young male patient, 23 years old, needing emergency rescue due to breathing difficulty and weakness of movement.

Usually this situation is spontaneous pneumothorax; Wang Zong didn't think much of it. The young male patient has a high incidence of spontaneous pneumothorax, and with chest tightness and shortness of breath, the diagnosis is still fairly clear.

When the patient arrived, they took an image and sent him straight to the thoracic department.

Tonight there were few patients; Wang Zong knew Zheng Lao Ban would return to see Director Pan, but seeing he hadn't come, by ten o'clock he prepared to sleep.

However, the doctor from the 120 emergency ambulance directly called him.

The patient's breath sounds were clear in both lungs; there was no pneumothorax!

Wang Zong was a bit puzzled, but cautiously got up and called the thoracic department, summoning Director Cao Guozhen.

The two waited anxiously for the 120 emergency ambulance; Wang Zong also checked the emergency rescue equipment thoroughly, even preparing the intubation kit, lest the patient's breathing and circulation stop suddenly, causing a frantic scramble.

The shrill alarm sound drew near from afar, like a bugle call.

Wang Zong focused, standing at the entrance of the emergency passage, with a stretcher beside him.

The ambulance pulled up smoothly and quickly at the door; Doctor Song jumped out, anxiously saying, "Wang Zong, the patient's blood oxygen saturation is low; I've been squeezing a rubber ball all the way."

Wang Zong glanced at the vehicle's ECG monitor; blood oxygen saturation 89%.

Although it looked okay, he knew they were definitely using pure oxygen. If not necessary, 120 emergency doctors would not intubate in the ambulance.

After all, the ambulance jolts; direct intubation could cause secondary injury.

After saying just that, everyone hurriedly pushed the patient off; the stretcher rumbled, rolling over the marble floor, making a roaring sound.