Chapter 2883: with translation of the chapter title

2789.2681 Could it be a swindler? (Alliance Leader Heaven extra chapter 5)

Xiang Heping was watching the doctor under him give his old master general anesthesia.

The old master was diagnosed with acute appendicitis; if Shou Bing wasn't done, there might be complications such as appendiceal perforation. Anesthesia methods are not limited to continuous epidural; general anesthesia is also one.

But his hand was shaking so badly he couldn't operate normally, so he could only call in a top anesthesiologist under him via a frantic call to perform general anesthesia.

The Shou Bing went smoothly, just an appendectomy. It seemed all misfortune had left; when Director Ou opened the lower right abdomen, the appendix obediently "popped" out.

The entire Shou Bing took even less time than the anesthesia; Director Ou, from opening the skin to stitching the last stitch, finished the Shou Bing in a full 15 Minute, took off the sterile gown, and looked at Xiang Heping with a pitying gaze.

Such a tiny Shou Bing ended up like this; he must be feeling awful.

Director Ou sighed, patted Xiang Heping's shoulder to comfort him, but he didn't speak; whether the Orthopedics Department would go up to perform a larger Shou Bing or send him back to the ward was entirely up to this special "patient's family member".

Xiang Heping stood in the operating room like a puppet, watching the Shou Bing end.

"Director, what should we do next?"

"Wake up." Xiang Heping tightly gripped his phone in his hand, and so far no one has replied to him.

Such talk of human warmth and coldness, of worldly vicissitudes, is not something Xiang Heping is qualified to say; at the county hospital he is someone who can call the wind and summon the rain, but in the entire medical world he is an extremely insignificant transparent person.

Being able to attend the annual meeting and meet a few anesthesiology staff from top-tier tertiary hospitals is already the limit.

Still That Saying||Term, knowing others means they should also know you, or it doesn't count.

The message was sent; as for whether they reply, that depends on mood. I'm nobody; I knew it before, and now I know it even more.

The idea of waiting a bit now dominates Xiang Heping's mind; what if there's nothing? Even if there is, doing a second-stage Shou Bing half a month later would also be fine.

He thought it over, finally understanding what Orthopedics Department Director Zhang really wanted to say—most people have no problem!

Then let's send him back; Xiang Heping let out a deep sigh.

His own old master woke up, fully recovered, was placed on a cart; Xiang Heping put his phone in his pocket and pulled the cart all the way to the ward.

Listening to family members inquire about the Shou Bing's condition, Xiang Heping inexplicably felt a surge of irritability. He dared not say something had happened; various emotions mingled together, his mind in a tangled mess like a ball of yarn.

As they lifted the person onto the bed, the phone's voice call rang wildly.

Xiang Heping felt some disgust; who the hell is this, causing trouble at this time? His son isn't in Langshan; could it be him? Really annoying, disturbing me at this moment!

Gently placing his old master on the bed, Xiang Heping could hardly conceal his inner anger, picking up his phone wanting to loudly scold his own little brat.

But the instant he picked up his phone, seeing the name marked on WeChat, Xiang Heping froze outright.

The characters "912 Lao He" appeared before his eyes.

Xiang Heping never expected that Lao He, whom he had never even spoken a word to, would actually reply to him, and even eagerly call him directly.

He hurriedly lowered his head and rushed out of the ward, answering the voice call while walking.

"Teacher He, Teacher He, Greeting Greeting."

Xiang Heping hurriedly expressed his gratitude first.

"Oh, please wait a moment."

Facing Teacher He's inquiry, Xiang Heping hurriedly went to a secluded corner of the fire escape, standing in the dark looking at the busy medical staff beyond the transparent glass, a sense of bewilderment rose in his heart.

However, this bewilderment vanished in an instant; he hurriedly picked up his phone and said, "Teacher He, when I was administering anesthesia today..."

He carefully recounted the entire Shou Bing process, even reporting the model numbers of the consumables used, fearing any omission. The details were somewhat tedious, but he didn't feel it.

"I'm from Langshan Xian Yiyuan, yes, yes, that's Langshan County next to Di Du!"

"Um..."

"Oh oh, okay okay, I..."

After exchanging a few words, Xiang Heping hung up the phone, glanced at it, and saw several messages he hadn't noticed. Probably Teacher He sent a reply when he was sending his old master back to the ward; since he didn't respond, Teacher He anxiously called to ask about the situation.

What did the legendary Lao He just say? Zheng Lao Ban is rushing over to perform an Interventional surgery to see if they can extract the Catheter broken in the epidural space.

Interventional procedures are supposed to go into Blood Vessel, right? How can they even get into the epidural space? This sounds a bit unreliable.

Could I have misheard?

Or maybe I remembered the number wrong, and what I just experienced was just a prank?

The request to pick up Zheng Lao Ban and the legendary Lao He was rejected; Xiang Heping blankly sent his location over, staring blankly at his phone.

After a full little under ten Minute, Xiang Heping still stood full of suspicion in the Fire Escape, pondering.

By now he had gradually regained a bit of his senses, no longer as panicked as when the incident just happened.

Could it be that I've encountered a swindler!

Is Zheng Lao Ban, who's won a Nobel Prize, being overly enthusiastic? Xiang Heping wondered, standing in the Fire Escape, surrounded by darkness, yet able to see people in the hallway either busy or whispering to each other.

It really could be a swindler, Xiang Heping thought.

Putting myself in his shoes, back when I saw Teacher He at the Di Du anesthesia conference, he was surrounded by a crowd. And Teacher He was merely Zheng Lao Ban's anesthesiologist; if it were Zheng Lao Ban himself, shouldn't he be even busier?

I didn't invite him, yet he came running over? It would make more sense if no matter how I begged, I couldn't get him to come.

No! It's definitely fake; that side even asked whether this side's DSA machine has CT function, saying they need to do a CT first before extracting the broken epidural anesthesia catheter.

The more detailed the account, the more it sounds like a swindler.

Xiang Heping dubiously picked up his phone, pondered for a long time, and dialed a classmate engaged in vascular interventional work.

"It's me, Heping."

"Ask you something: if there's a foreign object in the vertebral epidural space, can it be removed via Interventional surgery?"

"Don't ask so much; I just want to know if you have a similar Shou Bing technique."

"I just know there isn't; this isn't based on a paper I read online—I find it completely unreasonable."

"Alright, hanging up."

After a brief understanding of the situation, Xiang Heping hung up the phone.

"It's probably nonsense, definitely nonsense, absolutely nonsense!" Xiang Heping thought, it's simply impossible.

At that moment, the phone vibrated; he picked it up and saw it was a reply from an Anesthesiology Department director at Di Du.