Chapter 59: 0058 Bronze‑Level King

Zheng Renyi wrote the operation record while recalling the just‑finished operation process.

The system operating room training yielded huge gains. Moreover, Zheng Ren felt that as his overall skill level improved, it also had an impact on a particular operation.

Should I invest all 930 saved skill points into general surgery skill?

Zheng Ren felt a little torn, but in the end chose to wait.

Director Pan was very satisfied with Zheng Ren's operation; after the patient woke from general anesthesia, the side effects were not serious, and even the pain was not strong.

Back then, forcibly bringing Zheng Ren here was a wise decision; Director Pan smiled proudly.

But building the emergency center cannot rely on just one doctor. Even if Zheng Ren were as strong as iron, how many nails could he twist?

The better Zheng Ren performed, the heavier Director Pan felt the burden on his shoulders.

The patient was stable; Zheng Ren guarded the emergency department while Director Pan hurried to the medical department.

The goal was naturally to have personnel; Zheng Ren's surgery today had an equipment nurse as assistant—saying that out loud would be slapping himself in the face.

They came to the medical department, striding confidently; these days the director of medical affairs has been driven crazy by Director Pan.

Upon seeing Director Pan's silhouette through the glass window, Director Zhou of the medical department felt the sky darken.

From the hospital's perspective, transferring doctors to the emergency department from any office inevitably offends a powerful director.

After all, every clinical department is short‑staffed now; moving one person is extremely difficult.

The key is that the doctors themselves do not want to go there.

The emergency department is like Siberia—a place of exile for criminals.

Seeing Director Pan return to the medical department again, the director pulled at his hair in frustration.

If this continues, Director Zhou believes Director Pan will surely treat the medical department as his own home.

Just thinking about seeing that square‑faced face every day at work, the director of medical affairs shuddered.

"Director, this is the information you requested."

The director of medical affairs' eyes lit up—how had he not thought of her?

"Little Chang, how long have you been in the medical department?" The director of medical affairs, taking advantage of Director Pan not yet being there, quickly acted on his sudden idea.

"Five months, with one more month left before I can go back," replied the person whom Director Zhou called Little Chang.

Little Chang's name is Chang Yue; she is twenty‑five years old, about 1.62–1.63 meters tall, and wears black‑rimmed glasses.

This should be a carefree youth, but she looks somewhat mature for her age. She is a bachelor's graduate from a third‑tier provincial college; at City First Hospital, such doctors are least favored and have few promotion opportunities.

After graduation, by a fortunate coincidence, she came to City First Hospital and was assigned to the obstetrics and gynecology department as an inpatient doctor.

A few months ago, a female patient in the obstetrics and gynecology department bled after a miscarriage and was admitted; the person accompanying her was a male lover, caught on the spot by her husband.

The man, cuckolded and losing his reason, on the spot slit the woman's carotid artery with a fruit knife; blood sprayed straight onto the ceiling, and everyone present fled in fright.

As the blood‑stained fruit knife–wielding man left the ward, everyone was stunned. Little Chang, however, remained unusually calm, talking with him about ideals, life, and society until the police arrived.

That person finally gave up resistance, crying with snot and tears streaming.

At that level of conversation, he could be called a king.

By rights, Little Chang should have been praised; but things turned out otherwise.

Among the frightened patients, one accidentally disturbed her fetal qi while running out, causing a miscarriage.

The patient's family sued the hospital, demanding one million in compensation.

In the end, because Little Chang was the on‑call doctor that day, she took the blame; after a reprimand, she was suspended for six months.

Such absurd blame‑shifting is common in the hospital; the only difference is that different people end up taking the fall each time.

Little Chang also considered herself unlucky; without crying or fussing, she smiled as she reported to the medical department.

The tasks assigned to her she completed well; she could be called a brick—moved wherever needed.

The director of medical affairs originally wanted to keep Little Chang in the medical department, but after probing twice, she laughingly refused each time.

Returning to obstetrics and gynecology was no easier; those who passed the blame felt guilty but would not hesitate to kick her.

This dark side is nothing new to the director of medical affairs.

In that case, how about transferring her to the emergency department?

"Little Chang, your disciplinary period is almost over. What are your plans next?" the director of medical affairs said gently, with a kind expression.

"I'll just keep doing clinical work; I can't do anything else," Little Chang replied lightly.

"Whether obstetrics or gynecology, it will be no easier from now on."

"You're right," Little Chang said, fully aware of her situation.

"I have an idea—why not try the emergency department?" said the director of medical affairs, who could no longer see Director Pan's silhouette beyond the transparent floor‑to‑ceiling window, cutting straight to the chase.

"Emergency department?"

"Director Pan has recently set up an emergency center; I think going there would offer great development," said the director of medical affairs earnestly. "Director Pan is unlike others—he came from the military and is fiercely protective of his own. If you had encountered that incident, Director Pan would never have passed the blame onto you."

"……" Little Chang fell silent, deep in thought.

Her eyes are not large, but her double eyelids are especially prominent, giving the impression that the double eyelids are bigger than the eyes themselves.

Her eyelashes are long, fluttering with a sprightly air. Yet she is cold toward people; even when facing the director of medical affairs who could decide her future, her words are respectful but her expression shows no trace of flattery.

Not only is there no flattery, there is even a hint of indifference.

"How about it? Director Pan is practically a deity. Moreover, with your education, if you want to make a breakthrough, it's best to go to a newly established department," said the director of medical affairs, who kept tempting her like a wolf tempting a little rabbit.

The little rabbit smiled: "Even if I wanted to go, I still have a month of disciplinary action left, don't I?"

"Don't worry about that," said the director of medical affairs, seeing Little Chang relent. He waved his hand: "Whoever has an opinion, let them come feel the medical department. Otherwise, send them to the emergency department."

Overly pleased, the last sentence came out a bit blunt, leaving the director of medical affairs slightly embarrassed.

Just then, Director Pan burst in.

Seated boldly on the medical department's sofa, he asked: "Director Zhou, any sign of the person I want?"

"Ha ha, Director Pan's timing is perfect," said the director of medical affairs, covering his embarrassment with a laugh: "Little Chang has already agreed to go to your emergency department."

"Xiao Chang?" Director Pan glanced at the girl standing before him, somewhat dissatisfied.

He wanted a male doctor who could perform Shou Bing, not a female doctor.

The medical industry has always used women as men and men as livestock. With one less able-bodied livestock, Director Pan naturally wasn't pleased.

However, Xiao Chang's matter had spread widely in the hospital; Director Pan had also heard of this female doctor and admired her greatly.

Director Pan did not refuse, continuing to ask: "Is one enough?"

"This year's residency students, as long as they agree to stay, I'll give them all to you—what do you think?" the Director of Medical Affairs drew a big pie.

The two tangled for a while; Director Pan deepened the impression on the Director of Medical Affairs that if he didn't give him a doctor, he would come every day to cause trouble.

Afterwards he said: "Xiao Chang, pack up your things and follow me to the emergency department."

Xiao Chang responded obediently.

There wasn't much stuff; shouldering his bag, he followed Director Pan.

Until he could no longer see Director Pan's figure, the Director of Medical Affairs sighed. Today he'd managed to get through—what about tomorrow?

Hope Xiao Chang does an outstanding job, enough to temporarily satisfy Director Pan's demands.