Chapter 858: 844 Pinch Him to Death (Alliance Leader cws6682 Bonus Chapter 1)

Young man, arrogant and overbearing, he indeed needs to know how dangerous medicine is—Zhao Wenhua thought to himself.

Blood mist filled the air; the entire operating room was in chaos.

Two nurses and an anesthetist were frantically rescuing and administering drugs, letting blood drip down, drenching the person from head to toe.

But in the operating room, only Zheng Ren stood like a statue at the surgeon's position, motionless.

Zhao Wenhua sneered, no matter how high his skill, Zheng Ren is after all a young man lacking sufficient clinical experience; he must have been dumbfounded by this situation.

This gush of blood meant the blood pooled in the stomach had been emptied, and negative pressure would draw more venous blood. The patient, already near death, likely had only one or two minutes left for rescue.

Moreover, the patient was agitated, constantly convulsing; under these conditions, a TIPS surgery could not be performed at all.

One or two minutes passed in an instant; this operation failed.

Seeing Zheng Ren standing blankly beside the operating table, letting blood drip onto his sterile surgical gown, Zhao Wenhua's eyes narrowed.

Although the patient died during surgery, and it had little or nothing to do with the surgeon, I must bring this up at tomorrow's morning meeting.

Young man, arrogant and overbearing, if I don't give him a couple of lashes to discipline him, I fear his tail will flip up to the sky.

Is this also a form of caring for the young?

But this weight isn't enough; I still need to work harder to find a handle, preferably to completely press this clueless little brat to death and drive him back to his northeastern hometown, so I won't have to see him wandering before my eyes every day, annoying me.

Zhao Wenhua's thoughts flashed like lightning, with countless ideas spreading out in his mind.

Director Luo's brows knit tightly; when he saw the patient on the operating table spit a mouthful of blood onto the ceiling, his heart turned completely cold.

It's over, too late……

Now, there's nothing left to do.

Like this situation where a mouthful of blood sprays onto the ceiling before his eyes, Director Luo, after decades in medicine, has encountered it over a hundred times.

Not a single patient could be saved……

Forget it, it seems Zheng Lao Ban isn't omnipotent either. It's a pity I made the call a bit late; if I had called a few minutes earlier, perhaps Zheng Lao Ban could still have done something.

Director Luo let out a soft sigh, turned and was about to open the sealed front door when he saw a petite, lovely figure just push open the sensor door and rush in.

Let's go rescue; although the chance of success is low, we still have to do something.

Director Luo didn't even notice that someone inside was stepping on the line, and rushed straight in.

The ceiling's on fire—who could still worry about that bit of radiation?!

Zhao Wenhua also wanted to go in just for show; since everyone was rescuing, standing outside in the control room always felt wrong.

But the moment he was about to move, he suddenly noticed that the screen in front of the operating console kept moving!

The patient spat a mouthful of blood onto the ceiling, a rain of blood filling the air, drawing everyone's attention; even Director Luo and Zhao Wenhua failed to notice that the surgery was still underway.

In the usual sense, when a patient shows this condition, the surgery cannot possibly continue.

Hmm, just the usual meaning.

The person standing inside is Zheng Ren, a Nobel Prize candidate!

Zhao Wenhua looked astonished at the screen; on it, a stent was rapidly advancing along the guidewire.

He froze, his body holding a strange posture—his right side lunging toward the operating room while his left side remained still.

So bizarre.

But Zhao Wenhua didn't realize how bizarre his own posture was, because he saw an even more bizarre scene.

The patient's spasms and convulsions were especially severe; often the screen showed nothing of the guidewire or stent's position. Only at rare moments when it could be seen did one catch the black shadow of the stent racing forward nonstop.

He……could it be that, while the patient was vomiting blood and a mouthful sprayed onto the ceiling, the puncture actually succeeded?!

This……

This is impossible!

Someone who doesn't know how to do a TIPS procedure might not be surprised, thinking this is just what should happen.

But who is Zhao Wenhua? He is the team-leading professor at a top-tier national tertiary hospital, a doctor eyeing the chief's seat, a strong performer who averages about a hundred successful TIPS surgeries a year.

The patient lay still, yet even under calm conditions the chance of a successful TIPS puncture is tiny—let alone when the patient had just been vomiting blood.

In a calm state, Zhao Wenhua attempted eight punctures, all ending in failure.

And yet Zheng Ren supposedly succeeded once while the patient was vomiting blood and violently agitated? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

It's that Zheng Ren got dazed—little Zheng Lao Ban was scared stupid!

Young man, he's still not steady enough; it looks like he hasn't had enough rescue experience. At the moment the blood shot onto the ceiling, he went completely blank, not knowing what to do.

He even forgot the steps of the surgery.

Zhao Wenhua sneered, I was just thinking about what leverage to find—sure enough, as the heavens grant wishes, the leverage fell right into my hands.

No puncture succeeded, yet they went straight to placing a stent! How much does one stent cost? How much kickback should Zheng Lao Ban take?

This is simply a heaven-sent opportunity!

If we find the right media, the headline 'Black-hearted doctor implants a stent in a corpse'—would its impact be enough?

Zhao Wenhua sneered, his thoughts lightning-fast; he had already considered using some means to inform the patient's family. If the family had no connections, he could still stay behind the scenes, using the media to contact them.

The headline I just thought of seems not enough. But it's fine—I have plenty of time to devise a shocking, eye‑catching title that can provoke public outrage.

The surgery wasn't successful, yet they still want to charge for a stent.

If this is dug into deeply, it will surely ruin a doctor's reputation and career.

Director Kong isn't home, no one to shield this kid from disaster! Take this chance to stir up a big fuss! Even if Director Kong returns in a few days, he'll be left helpless!

In the snap of a finger, Zhao Wenhua had already made up his mind.

He didn't move, didn't rush in to join the rescue; he just stood coldly before the operating table, watching the patient's convulsions grow weaker.

It's obvious the patient is already at death's door.

Perhaps in a dozen seconds, perhaps in a minute, the patient will meet his final death.

I've already done my best, Zhao Wenhua comforted himself. To righteously crush an opponent, one must first occupy the high ground, thereby gaining a psychological advantage.

Emergency TIPS Surgery, I attempted it myself, my skill also peaked, but ultimately it was not successful.

It's just that the patient had bad luck; it's unrelated to me.

But Zheng Ren, Young Zheng Lao Ban, placed a stent in a patient vomiting blood heavily and on the verge of collapse—this damn, is a doctor from a backwater town gone crazy?

Zhao Wenhua snorted coldly; within a few seconds he had taken the moral high ground, looking down on Zheng Ren. High skill, so what? He could pinch you to death with a casual flick!