Chapter 2920: 2720 Grasping the Last…… Blade

"I'm fine." Director Miao said.

"Director, could you come take a look?" Director Liu said softly, "The patient's condition is stable now, but I'm still worried..."

"Sure." Director Miao agreed without hesitation, as if he were still the director of the 912 Urology Department.

After hearing Director Miao's agreement, Director Liu felt reassured.

After ending the video call, Director Liu watched the patient lying steadily on the operating table and let out a long breath.

Those few minutes just now were truly terrifying.

Instinctively, Director Liu greeted Director Miao with a call—just a lingering impression, thought, and awareness from years past.

When uncertain, he would turn to Director Miao; though this habit faded with Director Miao's retirement, in a critical moment Director Liu still felt as if he were grasping at the last……

Was it a straw or a blade? Director Liu paused.

After the rescue succeeded, reality returned. What if Director Miao took the chance to strike back? The thought entered Director Liu's mind and, once arisen, could not be erased.

At that time, Director Miao left the familiar department due to the jumping incident—an accident nobody anticipated.

When the leadership was vacant, Director Liu seized the opportunity, avoiding endless grief and instead immediately securing the acting director post through various channels.

Originally he viewed Director Miao as his biggest rival; at that time Director Liu was merely acting director, knowing that if Director Miao recovered and returned, his directorial dream would be shattered.

Yet fate followed desire: Director Miao, disheartened, unexpectedly chose outright retirement.

But Director Liu's hold on the position was shaky; just now, a moment of timidity saw the patient suddenly exhibit an unfamiliar condition near death, and he instinctively grasped at the last— a blade.

Now thinking about it, the patient should be fine—but what about me?

Director Liu felt somewhat lost.

Given that Director Miao has retired, if he were rehired, would the several team-leading professors, previously suppressed under him, now rally around him and oppose me?

Such scheming thoughts flickered through Director Liu's mind.

Yet he could think no further; Director Liu sat dazed on a stool in the corner of the operating room—one moment forgetting urgent matters, the next thrust back into deceitful reality, feeling his mind a little foggy.

Although the patient's condition was stable, Director Liu only had a vague grasp of gas embolism and was unsure what complications might arise.

Forget it; better to wait for Director Miao's return and then decide.

Director Liu felt a bit weary; actually being a team-leading professor would be nice—at least pressure-free. Running weekend flying‑knife gigs and earning some hard‑won cash beats the constant anxiety of staying in the department.

"Director Liu, what should we do next?" Lao He asked, glancing at the patient on the operating table and then at Director Liu.

"Wait a bit; let's talk after Director Miao arrives." Director Liu said.

Lao He chuckled. Some are suited to be director, some aren't; Director Liu falls into the latter— not thick‑skinned nor ruthless enough, a traditional‑sense good person.

Never mind; it's nothing to do with me. Anyway, at the crucial moment Zheng Lao Ban thought of me, and Yun Ge'er called—once again proving my standing in the Medical Team.

It would be fine to stay quietly beside Zheng Lao Ban as a dedicated anesthetist; Lao He fished a USB drive from his pocket and plugged it into the USB port.

I too am born not a leader; better to study the business and follow Zheng Lao Ban's lead.

As the song "Good Luck Come" played, Lao He gradually grew cheerful.

At first he resisted the song "Good Luck Come"; one or two listens were enough, but having to hear it every surgery soon grew tiresome.

But after the Red Bridal Dress incident, Lao He found the song "Good Luck Come" pleasant no matter how he listened—it was practically the perfect BGM for surgery, with nothing more fitting.

Even now, not hearing it feels off for going into surgery. Even without sharing Zheng Lao Ban's stage, Lao He has grown accustomed to looping "Good Luck Come."

Seated before the operating table, Lao He looked at the anesthetist, then at the patient's ECG monitor and ventilator, and said, "Xiao Xiu, turn off the pure oxygen and lower the concentration."

Sitting in front of the Operating table, Lao He looked at the anesthesiologist, then also looked at the patient's ECG Monitor and ventilator, and then said: "Xiao Xiu, shut off the pure oxygen, decrease the concentration."

"Lao He, you don't think there'll be cerebral hypoxia, do you?" the anesthetist asked.

"It shouldn't; if there were a problem you'd be resuscitating nonstop. I glanced at the rescue meds—no issue likely." Lao He said with a smiling squint.

"Could an air embolus in the left ventricle cause a cerebral infarction?" the anesthetist asked timidly.

That question hit Director Liu's heart like a hammer.

"It probably won't. I just checked the patient's reflexes—the embolus hasn't reached the brain yet. Wait a bit; when Director Miao and Zheng Lao Ban arrive we'll know." Lao He voiced his thought but firmly refused to take responsibility.

"That scared me." The anesthetist sat on the round stool beside the operating table, panting, "Good thing Director Liu decided quickly and called Director Miao right away."

Lao He looked at the anesthetist, knowing he too was a bit dazed, wondering if such remarks could be made in front of Director Liu.

He glanced again at Director Liu, seeing him lost in thought in the room's corner, unsure what he pondered, and laughed to change the subject.

"Do you know why I'm willing to listen to this song 'Good Luck Come'?"

"Huh?" the anesthetist blinked; Lao He's abrupt topic shift left him momentarily unable to grasp it.

"When Zheng Lao Ban does surgery he uses a dedicated BGM; although I think he hardly listens to music, his operations never err. Playing this song truly wards off all evil!" Lao He laughed, "Recommend it!"

"Um..." the anesthetist paused, carefully listening to the cheerful melody of "Good Luck Come." Indeed, that's how it is—during surgery, patients, families, doctors, and nurses all seek a good omen.

Just for that omen, "Good Luck Come" is an outright winner.

"Next time I'll play it too, Lao He; I'll copy your USB drive later." the anesthetist said.

"Just download it online yourself; this one's Zheng Lao Ban's exclusive." Lao He said.

After a few words, the atmosphere in the operating room gradually eased.

After chatting a few sentences, the atmosphere in the Operating Room gradually relaxed.