Chapter 37: 0036 Urgent……Acute Myocardial Infarction!

0036 Urgent……Acute Myocardial Infarction!

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Zheng Ren didn't know that his Shou Bing had caused the country's largest medical professional website to already crash.

He was in a good mood, walking out of the laparoscopy operating room.

Cen Meng anxiously waited in the hallway; with his rank, he wasn't qualified to enter the meeting room. He could only wait in the hallway, anxious and irritable.

Seeing Zheng Ren walk out, Cen Meng was stunned for a moment.

In his imagination, a high-level, unfamiliar surgery that City First Hospital had never performed before—even if Zheng Ren did it, it would be quite a strain; it shouldn't be this fast, right?

Cen Meng thought he understood Zheng Ren, knowing exactly what surgery he would perform. But in recent days, Cen Meng found he could not see through Zheng Ren.

Surely he messed it up, surely!

Thinking that Zheng Ren's surgery had gone wrong, Cen Meng's heart jumped.

His anxious and irritable mood improved a bit, he began to feel pleased, a gentle smile appeared on his face as he walked toward Zheng Ren.

"Chief Zheng, are you lacking any surgical equipment? Or do you need an assistant? I said I would assign you a doctor from the laparoscopy room, but the patient's side refused anything." Cen Meng displayed his "goodwill", also indirectly expressing his hope.

He really hoped Zheng Ren's surgery had gone wrong.

"I'm done, that's why I came out." Zheng Ren smiled.

"Done… done?" Zheng Ren's words fell on Cen Meng's head like a bolt from the blue.

Although he had some mental preparation, completing such a surgery so quickly—something he had never seen, nor even heard of—Cen Meng's psyche collapsed in an instant.

Zheng Ren walked past Cen Meng, seeing his dull expression and lifeless eyes, he casually patted his shoulder and said: "Otherwise what?"

Having said that, Zheng Ren walked into the meeting room.

Zhou Jinxi's agent still held a phone in hand; seeing Zheng Ren walk in, she wore an expression of disbelief.

"Doctor Zheng, did it go smoothly?" she asked carefully, afraid to hear any bad news from Zheng Ren.

"Smoothly, the removed appendix is in the operating room; take a look and then send it for pathology." Zheng Ren walked over to Director Pan, exchanged a glance, and sat down.

The president and vice-president were both very surprised, but they concealed it well. The Director of Medical Affairs began organizing personnel to move Zhou Jinxi; as he left, he gave Zheng Ren a deep look.

While everyone went to see the patient, Director Pan whispered: "How was the surgery?"

"Smoothly, definitely no problem." Zheng Ren understood and gave Director Pan a clear answer.

Director Pan's honest face showed a fox-like cunning smile as he said: "Go rest; once I'm done here, I'll definitely get everything that's needed."

Zheng Ren nodded.

"You've worked hard." Director Pan stood up, saying before he left.

What's hard about it? What's hard about a nine-minute surgery?

At the same time, Zheng Ren heard a "ding-dong" sound in his ear, and the system's mechanical female voice spoke.

【Emergency Task: Die for a true friend completed, host gains 30 skill points, 300 Experience Points.】

System is a bit stingy; I spent 3200 Experience Points to buy equipment, but the reward is only 300.

【Time used: 1:12:36, host gained 13644 Experience Points.】

Secretly cursing the system's stinginess, another reward came. Zheng Ren froze for a moment; without calculation, at a glance he knew this was the remaining seconds from the task's required time minus the consumed time.

1 second = 1 Experience Point, and it can still be done like this!

His spirits soared, Zheng Ren felt his future was bright.

Suddenly he remembered: the suturing device he bought from the System Mall was still in the operating room.

Instantly, Zheng Ren's body hair stood on end.

This is a treasure worth 3200 Experience Points; Zheng Ren immediately bolted like a rabbit. Although he had unexpectedly gained over 10,000 Experience Points, his belongings absolutely cannot be wasted.

The patient transport cart had already left the operating room; Zhou Jinxi woke from general anesthesia, everything stable. His agent was looking at the metal basin in Director Pan's hand that held contaminated waste, which contained exactly the removed appendix.

Although he didn't know the details, it didn't stop Director Pan from speaking fluently about how the appendix becomes edematous, where there are signs of rupture, and what would happen if surgery wasn't timely, blah blah.

The heads of General Surgery Department One and Two, Director Liu and Director Sun, stood aside with grim expressions; especially Director Liu, who looked like a powdered corpse, pallid, without a trace of blood.

The agent was also frightened; she listened to Director Pan's explanation while muttering things like "good thing the surgery was done."

After Director Pan finished speaking, the patient transport cart had long left; the laparoscopy room hallway was empty, with only a few people remaining.

The agent smiled, approached Zheng Ren, bowed slightly, shook hands warmly, and asked: "Doctor Zheng, when do you estimate little Zhou will recover?"

"He can get out of bed tonight, walk slowly after two days. The runway show three days later should not be delayed. But he must watch his diet; for the next few days he should mainly have liquid food, and avoid overly strenuous activity."

Not delaying the final three days later!

The agent got from Zheng Ren's mouth the news she most wanted; the dark clouds dispersed, her spirits soared.

She handed over a business card with both hands, saying: "Doctor Zheng, you truly have miraculous healing hands. This is my card; when you come to Modu, give me a call, and don't be formal."

"You're welcome." Zheng Ren took the card and put it away.

Her nails were too red, her lipstick too bright; Zheng Ren didn't like it.

As the agent left, the empty hallway only had Zheng Ren, Director Pan, and the two heads of the General Surgery Department.

Director Pan wore a full smile, the expression of a victor, yet he didn't bother to display a victor's grace.

He approached Director Liu, Director Pan extended a finger, waved it in front of his eyes, and said: "From now on, the Emergency Department will handle emergency surgeries related to General Surgery specialty; you won't do them anymore."

Overbearing, leaving no room.

Not a negotiation, but a notice.

The two directors lowered their heads, unwilling to see Director Pan, once pleased, become arrogant with that "petty person's face."

But, it wasn't over yet.

Director Pan then extended a second finger, speaking slowly: "Given that General Surgery doesn't take on emergency surgeries, and medical staff numbers are surplus, I will apply to the hospital to transfer some personnel from General Surgery to bolster the Emergency Department team."

Cutting off the fuel beneath the pot! This is trying to exterminate the line!

Director Pan's demand touches the core interests of General Surgery.

The two directors jerked their heads up; Director Sun pleaded, saying: "Director Pan, I haven't offended you; this matter needs further discussion."

Director Liu's hands trembled slightly as he stared directly at Director Pan; he knew he could not retreat, for behind him lay a ten-thousand-zhang abyss.

"I disagree." Director Liu directly refused.

"You disagree?" Director Pan raised an eyebrow, killing intent leaking out, "Do you still want to save face?"

You…

Still…

Do you still want to save face…

So simple, crude, and direct.

"If you can't perform the Shou Bing, yet still want to monopolize resources, I'm asking you: do you still want face!"

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The two directors of the General Surgery Department were scolded into a daze—was this them being scolded? How many years had it been since anyone had scolded them?

"Collecting patients from nearby towns and tripping them up—I won't even mention that; our appendectomies are well done, we're not afraid of your petty tricks. You can't even handle the work, yet you hog the toilet without defecating, and you've smashed the sign of the City First Hospital." Director Pan let out a cold snort.

Zheng Ren had already taken his equipment out of the laparoscopy room, somewhat puzzled, wondering what had just happened.

"Are you pretending to be a veterinarian?" Director Pan, his ire raised, switched into a scolding mode, lecturing Director Liu as if teaching a grandson: "You still have the cheek to call yourself Hai Cheng's top surgeon—your character is lacking, your diagnosis is lacking, your surgery is lacking—on what basis do you claim to be the top surgeon?"

"Shameless!" Director Pan's final angry reprimand echoed in the hallway.

Director Liu felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head; the receding backs of Director Pan and Zheng Ren faded from color to black and white. He felt dazed, the sensation from the recent scolding reminding him of when he was a junior clinical doctor, being reprimanded by a director, feeling tense…

His chest grew increasingly oppressive, the black-and-white vision before him began to blur; he tried to press hard on his chest with his hand, but he couldn't move a muscle.

He felt his lips begin to tighten, sharp pains stabbing his chest region, as if a knife were thrust in and kept twisting and churning.

His consciousness was almost a blank, save for Director Pan's final reprimand echoing in his ears—"Shameless!"

The last of his consciousness fled, Liu Tianxing went limp and collapsed with a "Bang!"

Director Sun came to, turned Liu Tianxing over, and immediately recognized it as an acute myocardial infarction.

"Save him!" Director Sun shouted shrilly while administering aid.