Chapter 534: 526 Catering to Preferences (Alliance Leader Drunk in Red Dust Extra Chapter 4)

Hai Cheng, City Second Hospital, Intervention Department, Wang Qiang is busy.

After Gao Shaojie left, Wang Qiang's side started getting busy.

What Teacher Gao needs is what Wang Qiang's efforts are directed toward.

The medical system, this kind of sect inheritance, with the passage of time after reform and opening-up, has gradually been established.

For example, a doctoral graduate from Peking Medical University, if fortunate enough to be assigned to Xiehe, the first lesson is being told—you Peking Medical graduates have weak foundations, you must work harder. Strive, struggle, otherwise you will be left far behind by Xiehe's colleagues.

This is still Peking Medical University; even those from Huaxi who go to Xiehe are the same, let alone other small medical schools.

Locally, it's largely the same.

Wang Qiang voluntarily tied himself to Gao Shaojie's war chariot; this binding is somewhat loose, so even if Gao Shaojie meets defeat and sinks in the sands at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, it won't greatly affect Wang Qiang.

Therefore, for Wang Qiang, this matter brings a hundred benefits and no harm.

But the problem is that it's too loose; Teacher Gao won't pay much attention to Hai Cheng City Second Hospital.

Wang Qiang knows this; he strives to gauge Teacher Gao's psychology and needs.

Now, Teacher Gao Shaojie needs a TIPS surgery, and I do as well.

When their interests resonate, a tremendous energy is released.

These days Wang Qiang has done nothing else; taking advantage of Cheng Lixue recuperating at home, he has monopolized all department resources.

He has kept detailed records of various data from postoperative TIPS patients.

What surprised him was that the TIPS surgery performed by the inpatient chief of the Emergency Department at City First Hospital resulted in exceptionally good postoperative recovery.

The high-difficulty, high-mortality TIPS surgery has become as simple as an appendectomy.

Three days after surgery, the patients could no longer stay still.

Nothing wrong, the ascites has receded—who would still want to stay in the hospital? The problem faced by City First Hospital will also be faced by City Second Hospital.

Previously, for end-stage liver cirrhosis with refractory ascites, patients wouldn't go home even if asked. What would they do at home? Swollen to the point they can't even lie down; better to stay in the hospital, pushing diuretics quickly.

Nowadays, after Zheng Ren performs the surgery, the speed at which patients' ascites recedes is incredibly fast; watching their bellies visibly shrink, patients and their families are delighted beyond measure.

But then come complaints and disdain.

In a small ward of over ten square meters, three patients are housed, along with at least three caregivers. The foul air and noisy environment make it almost impossible for patients to adapt.

Details that were ignored before surgery have now become major problems.

Wang Qiang wants to retain more data, but this is not a research center, and he cannot stand guard at the department door with a wooden stick to prevent patients from going home after their IVs.

Then, the only option is to check blood work each morning, which can be considered leaving a trace of the patients' recovery.

Moreover, Wang Qiang mobilized all resources to begin seeking new patients requiring TIPS surgery.

Teacher Gao is also doing this on his side, which Wang Qiang knows.

This is the icing on the cake, and it could let Teacher Zheng avoid the fatigue of travel; Wang Qiang guesses this would align with Teacher Gao's wishes.

At first, Director Zhang said that City Second Hospital could have as many end-stage liver cirrhosis patients as it wanted; that was bragging.

But as an infectious disease hospital of a prefecture-level city, we really don't need that many hepatitis B patients.

Especially now, patients communicate via WeChat groups; once a drug or a place shows exceptionally good therapeutic effect, the news spreads like a virus, and within days many people know about it.

Wang Qiang seeks sources of illness through his acquaintances, even through patient groups.

All efforts are rewarded.

In just a few days, Wang Qiang has gathered six patients who need TIPS surgery.

Six—just barely enough.

Wang Qiang doesn't want to do too many at once; he has his own ideas, wanting to frequently invite Teacher Gao and Teacher Zheng to perform surgeries.

After handing the patients to the junior doctors to write medical records and perform preoperative checks, Wang Qiang, dragging his fatigued body, comes to his own director's office.

No longer needing to watch Cheng Lixue's facial expression gives Wang Qiang a sense of pleasure.

Sitting in the boss's chair, Wang Qiang lights a Yuxi cigarette, takes a satisfying puff, and calls Gao Shaojie.

"Teacher Gao, is it convenient to talk?"

"It's like this: we have a patient here who underwent Teacher Zheng's previous TIPS surgery and now needs a second-stage operation."

"Hmm-hmm, I'm afraid you might forget; this isn't just idle talk."

"Right, Teacher Gao, I've also found six more patients with end-stage liver cirrhosis. Yes, they all meet the indications for TIPS surgery."

"Okay, I..."

"Oh, that's fine; then we'll wait until you arrive to discuss further."

After saying that, Wang Qiang heard the dial tone on the other end, smiled, and hung up.

His efforts have finally been rewarded!

This point, Wang Qiang can confirm from Gao Shaojie's excited tone. Moreover, Teacher Gao does not hide it, saying he will contact Zheng Ren and, if surgery is needed, will come over immediately.

Regarding Zheng Ren, although Wang Qiang has lowered his stature, he still feels awkward about fawning over a doctor under thirty.

Especially Zheng Ren's effeminate-looking assistant, sharp-tongued and quick to sneer, makes Wang Qiang genuinely annoyed.

As long as he clings to Teacher Gao's thigh, Wang Qiang, smiling, seems to see a beautiful, bright future amid the smoke.

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Zheng Ren returns to the office; before his buttocks even settle, the phone rings.

He picks up the phone, sees it's an unknown number, and feels less urgent.

As long as it's not the Emergency Department, no matter who calls, there's no need to be overly anxious.

"Hello?"

"Oh, okay. Have the patient's preoperative checks been completed?"

"Mm, good. Then bring the images tomorrow; I'll take a look first."

After saying a few simple words, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"Boss, you've been getting busier lately," Su Yun said jokingly.

"Well, the patients who underwent TIPS Surgery at Eryuan last time need a second-stage surgery," Zheng Ren said, "They've also prepared six more patients, bringing the films tomorrow."

"Do more, and then let that side know I need permission to review all patient data," Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren felt a bit embarrassed.

"Boss, big brother, writing a paper!" Su Yun complained: "You don't know how those foreign reviewers look, especially toward our papers—if there's the slightest mistake, they'll nitpick. They're all just fault‑finders; if you don't prepare the data thoroughly, you're just asking to be slapped in the face."

Zheng Ren raised his hands in surrender.

This isn't really a big deal; the director of the Second Hospital of the City looks easy to talk to.

At worst, we can list them as the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth authors on the paper.

Although it's useless internationally, they'll still be pleased.

After all, their names will appear in a top international journal.

Just after hanging up, the department's landline rang again.

Zheng Ren worried.