Chapter 563: with translation of chapter title

"Speak!" Ma Quan's voice was somewhat low, and the voices of the arguing finance boss and sales director suddenly dropped.

They are old brothers who together conquered the world back then; they can feel Ma Quan's anger in his heart.

This anger is surely directed at me, but it hasn't been vented. I don't know which unlucky soul is calling at this moment……

"What? Have me come over?"

"What a joke!"

"Get lost!"

Ma Quan erupted like a volcano, spewing endless anger.

As his age increased and his status rose, Ma Quan seldom swore anymore. The two directors exchanged a glance and quietly ended their argument.

Ma Quan angrily hung up, threw his phone onto the desk, making a "bang" sound.

"Nonsense!" Ma Quan said angrily.

"Director Ma, who made you angry?" a subordinate asked concernedly.

"Hey!" Ma Quan didn't speak; he suddenly froze, as if recalling something.

"Director Ma? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you need a doctor?"

"Director Ma?"

Ma Quan's secretary saw his condition was off and hurriedly inquired.

"I'm fine." Ma Quan waved his hand, "Don't speak."

The large conference room fell into dead silence; everyone stared at each other, not uttering a word.

After ten-odd minutes, Ma Quan slowly stood up and picked up his phone. Every movement was very slow, as if in slow motion.

"Check if there are any airplane tickets to Hai Cheng before 8 p. m. tonight." Ma Quan said, his expression somewhat strange.

Hai Cheng? Where is that?

Among those present, few had known the city's name a few months ago. But recently, that name has been flickering in and out of existence at Longwind Micro-creation.

Regarding the policy leaning toward Hai Cheng, many in the company have subtly expressed dissatisfaction.

Is Director Ma going to abandon the board, which is crucial to the company, and rush to Hai Cheng?

The secretary didn't ask why and immediately checked.

"Director Ma, there are no airplane tickets today." the secretary said.

For a third- or fourth-tier city like Hai Cheng, there aren't daily flights to Di Du,

"Then let's drive." Ma Quan, now back to normal, said calmly, a stark contrast to the furious Ma Quan just minutes ago.

Having said that, Ma Quan dialed the phone.

"Feng Xu Hui?"

"I'll go to Hai Cheng after the noon meeting disperses, let's meet at City First Hospital."

After saying that, Ma Quan hung up.

Many mid- and high-level executives at Longwind Micro-creation were astonished for no reason; what's wrong with Director Ma? He was summoned by a phone call from a regional manager who barely has any sales.

This whole affair reeks of strangeness.

"Keep arguing." Ma Quan said coldly.

……

……

Feng Xu Hui's heart was like riding a roller coaster, plunging to the bottom of the valley, then soaring high in the next instant.

His hand holding the phone trembled slightly, his back and palms drenched in sweat.

Although he had once threatened to resign, actually making the decision to quit is not that easy.

When Feng Xu Hui was berated by Ma Quan, he felt utterly hopeless. Yet he didn't expect that a few minutes later, Director Ma would call, saying he would drive over directly.

This is practically the most bizarre plot.

After finding life in desperation, Feng Xu Hui's mind gave rise to a strange, fantastical notion, making him ever more convinced of the immortal's guidance he received in Di Du.

Returning to the operating room, seeing Zheng Ren skillfully complete the TIPS surgery, Feng Xu Hui's heart gradually steadied.

Cling to Chief Zheng's thigh, for sure!

If I can't even manage to cling to a thigh, what else can I do!

On Zheng Ren's side, the surgery posed no difficulty; pre-op film review had already excluded patients lacking surgical indications. Moreover, with the new method of determining puncture points, Zheng Ren is becoming increasingly proficient.

Four TIPS surgeries, each averaging less than half an hour. The second-stage surgeries are likewise, generally proficient.

Proficient surgery, superb technique, not only gave Feng Xu Hui confidence but also strengthened Director Kong's conviction.

Sure enough, after eleven o'clock, all the TIPS surgeries were finished.

"Bring the Budd-Chiari syndrome patient over." Zheng Ren said.

After saying that, he suddenly realized something, "Right, did the patient get the pre-op briefing?"

"……" Director Zhang gazed, blissfully oblivious, completely forgetting this matter.

"What Budd-Chiari syndrome? The TIPS surgery is what matters."

"As for Wang Qiang, this patient belongs to Cheng Lixue; it has nothing to do with him."

Seeing the expressions of Director Zhang and Wang Qiang, Zheng Ren gave a wry smile. He felt like he was trying to shave a head with a hot pole—this matter is tough to handle.

"Teacher Zheng, how about we grab a bite at lunch?" Director Zhang laughed, "The pre-op briefing oversight is my fault; I'll arrange someone to take care of it right away."

Zheng Ren hesitated a moment; after all, this isn't City First Hospital. If he bypassed Director Zhang to insist on surgery, wouldn't that be too arrogant, overbearing, and inviting resentment?

He sighed and said, "Director Zhang, it's not that I insist on surgery; Budd-Chiari syndrome looks particularly severe, but interventional surgery can actually cure it."

"……" Although Director Zhang specializes in interventional procedures, he doesn't know much about Budd-Chiari syndrome.

Such a rare disease—you might not see a case in half a lifetime; what's there to study? If one does occur, aren't there still superior hospitals in Di Du and Modu?

Having that energy, it would be better to study common diseases more.

Gao Shaojie saw the situation, knew Zheng Ren's thoughts, and exchanged a glance with Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang hesitated a moment, but then thought, this is a good opportunity to completely embarrass Cheng Lixue. He smiled and said to Director Zhang: "Director Zhang, why don't you go get a meal? You've been busy all morning. As for the patients, I'll take care of that."

Director Zhang nodded and warmly invited Zheng Ren to go have a meal.

Zheng Ren was exhausted and hungry; relying solely on his righteous vigor couldn't keep him going.

Director Zhang's attitude toward Zheng Ren shifted once more.

Being able to perform surgery is a skill, but not a great one.

Those who can do surgery but are suppressed and left without operations often end up living in misery, or being sent to a farm to raise rabbits—such cases have occurred.

But that's merely being capable; it certainly doesn't match the level of this City First Hospital Emergency Department Inpatient Chief standing before us.

You see, in just a few days, they didn't even bother going to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital in the provincial capital; they made a triple leap straight to the imperial capital.

People like that, even without flattery, must leave some goodwill; later, when our paths cross again, they will surely come to ask for help.

At noon, we ate in the hospital's small kitchen cafeteria.

Although repeatedly ordered to shut down, the small kitchen cafeteria, like the City First Hospital, had shrunk back and forth several times. Yet the guests valued by the hospital director were still served an extremely lavish meal.

No alcohol was served, so the atmosphere was a bit lacking. Yet Director Zhang, who is sociable, talked about many odd stories from the medical field, and everyone chatted happily.

As they chatted, a faint snoring could be heard.

Director Zhang turned his head and saw Zheng Ren slumped in the chair, asleep.