Chapter 60: The Tweezers Went Missing After the Surgery

Because it was still early, Zhang Hao kept honking the horn all the way, driving the car quickly to the front of the Big Leader's house.

"Screech!"

With a hard slam on the brakes, Zhang Hao brought Factory Director Yang's car to a dead stop on the spot, leaving long, pitch-black tire marks behind before it finally halted.

"We're here, Factory Director Yang." Zhang Hao let out a breath, tilted his head, and looked back at the backseat in confusion.

"Bam!"

With a sudden slap against the steering wheel, Zhang Hao cursed loudly: "As the director of a factory with over ten thousand people, can't you do anything right?! If you didn't get in the car, why did you have me come here? Isn't this just wasting time? Damn it."

Gripping the steering wheel, Zhang Hao released the handbrake again, shifted gears, and sped off.

Since Factory Director Yang was unreliable, he would just go off to attend to his own business.

Factory Director Yang stood at the gate of the Rolling Mill, staring longingly in the direction Zhang Hao had left, praying that the other party would realize he hadn't gotten into the car; a small breeze blew past, carrying an indescribable sense of desolation.

In the Hospital, He Yuzhu, in a half-dreaming, half-waking state, breathed heavily while being pushed toward the operating room.

His mind was filled with that nursery rhyme.

"Quick, the patient has lost a massive amount of blood and urgently needs a transfusion, go to the blood bank!" The doctor, with the help of a nurse, quickly changed into surgical scrubs, checked He Yuzhu's body, and gave the order.

A nurse ran out.

The doctor continued to work.

"Disinfect!"

"Hemostatic forceps!"

"Tweezers!"

"Scalpel!"

"Wipe sweat!"

"Hammer!"

"Chisel!"

"Pliers!"

Lying on the operating table in a half-dreaming, half-waking state, He Yuzhu suddenly opened his eyes, his mouth opening and closing as if saying something.

Fortunately, the nurse nearby noticed in time and alerted the doctor who was performing the surgery.

"Director, the patient is awake and talking."

"Huh? What is he saying?" The doctor paused and signaled; the nurse hurriedly removed the oxygen mask covering He Yuzhu's mouth, and the doctor leaned his ear in.

"Anes, cough, cough, anesthetic, you, hiss, don't you use anesthetic for surgery?"

Finally, He Yuzhu forced himself to finish the sentence, then tilted his head weakly and lapsed back into unconsciousness.

"Oh no, Director, the patient's heart rate has dropped significantly!"

"Prepare the defibrillator!"

After a flurry of activity, He Yuzhu's heartbeat returned to a steady rhythm; the lead surgeon hurriedly had the nurse wipe his sweat again, administered anesthetic to He Yuzhu's leg, and then continued working with the hammer, chisel, and pliers.

It wasn't that the doctor was being stingy, but seeing that He Yuzhu was already unconscious, he had operated with the mindset of saving every second, skipping the anesthetic since it would have required waiting time to take effect.

Furthermore, for such a severely injured patient, some pain stimulation was actually good to prevent him from never waking up during the surgery.

The wounds on the shoulder and abdomen were quickly treated and the bleeding stopped, and the nurse was busy with the tense suturing; however, on the leg, while no tendons, muscles, or blood vessels were damaged, the bullet was wedged right against the bone, surrounded by dense arteries and nerves, and the doctor was so cautious that he couldn't get it out.

He could only keep wiping his sweat, gently probing with the hammer in his left hand and the pliers in his right.

Perhaps he had accidentally touched a nerve, which was why He Yuzhu had suddenly woken up just moments ago.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, the bullet was finally extracted by the doctor and dropped into the tray beside him; everyone in the operating room let out a sigh of relief.

The doctor, pale-faced, sat down on the floor, gasping for air, his hands and legs trembling uncontrollably.

The nurse, unfazed, casually used tweezers to pick up the handkerchief used for wiping sweat and continued the tense suturing.

Finally, the light outside the operating room went out; Ma Hua, Ma Jian, and the others, who had been waiting at the door and praying continuously, stood up one after another, looking at the doctor who walked out, and asked nervously while wringing their hands: "Doc-doc-doc-doctor, how is he?"

"Two pieces of news, one good and one bad," the doctor said, removing his mask and looking at the crowd.

"What's the good news?" Ma Hua asked quickly.

"The good news is that the surgery was very successful!"

"Phew, that's good, that's good," Ma Hua sighed in relief.

"I told you so, Deputy Director He is such a good person, how could anything happen to him?" Ma Jian also revealed a smile.

"Then what's the bad news, Doctor?"

"It wouldn't be that the surgery was successful but the patient died, would it?" Xu Damao, who had suddenly arrived after hearing the news among the crowd from the Siheyuan, suddenly spoke up.

Immediately, everyone glared at him, and Xu Damao shrank his neck, not daring to speak further.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting! Don't you see who the lead surgeon is?! Go ask around all of Sijiucheng, who hasn't heard of the miracle doctor Wu Shizhi?" The nurse, pushing the sleeping He Yuzhu out from behind, couldn't help but snap at him after hearing Xu Damao's words.

Xu Damao hid behind the crowd and muttered to himself: "Wu Shizhi? You've lost all ten fingers and you're still acting high and mighty, to hell with you." But the voice was very soft and was not heard by everyone.

He Yuzhu was pushed into the intensive care unit, the nurse went inside, and the others were blocked outside.

The doctor looked at the situation inside, then walked out and continued: "The patient was severely injured; fortunately, he has a strong constitution, but the massive blood loss and three gunshot wounds have seriously damaged his body, so..."

"So, does damaging his body mean he can't perform his marital duties?" Xu Damao interjected from the back.

The doctor looked at the shocked crowd, glared at Xu Damao with annoyance, took a few deep breaths, and said in one go: "So, in the future, when the weather changes, he might be more accurate than the weather forecast, and he needs a long period of recovery; he cannot do heavy labor for a year, understand? Alright, the patient has been injected with medication and is sleeping, do not disturb him."

After finishing, the doctor turned and went back into the ward.

On the other side, a novice doctor tremblingly removed the kidney from the Security Section Chief's abdomen and incidentally extracted the bullet.

"Phew, success!" The old director outside the operating room also unclenched his tightly gripped hands, wiped his sweat, and let out a long breath; fledgling birds must eventually fly high, fortunately, the takeoff was successful, he really hadn't taken the wrong student, and then, dragging his numb legs, he left the spot.

After the tense suturing, the Security Section Chief was pushed out and sent to another ward monitored by security officers.

The novice doctor, filled with immense joy, didn't even bother to change his clothes, and with trembling hands, ran to his master's office to share his feelings.

Inside the operating room, the nurse carefully cleaned the operating table and checked the surgical instruments.

Suddenly, a soft sound of surprise escaped from the young nurse's mouth.

"How is a pair of tweezers missing? Where did it go?" The bewildered nurse searched the entire operating room but could not find it, so she hurriedly ran out; she suspected that a doctor, in their haste to share the joy of the success, might have taken the tweezers and forgotten to put them down.

After some questioning, in the old director's office, this one old man and two young people were suddenly filled with terror.

"Don't panic, don't panic, let me think again." The young doctor rubbed their head in pain and squatted down.

After a full hour, the young doctor, having recalled the surgery memory in its entirety several times, stood up with a look of despair, forced to admit that they might have truly left the tweezers inside the Security Section Chief's stomach.

"Sob, Teacher, I have let you down, wuu wuu." As they spoke, the doctor tore at their own hair and wailed loudly.

"It's alright, child, I was the one who decided to let you be the lead surgeon for this operation, so all responsibility lies with me." The old director patted the young doctor's shoulder, his body radiating an extraordinarily brilliant light.

This apprentice of his was a rare talent; whether in theory or practice, they were always perfectly first, especially in medical research regarding bones and blood, which even he himself could not surpass.

He was already old, but the apprentice was still young; he could not let a nervous mistake during their first time ruin their entire life. The medical field needed such talented newcomers!

The old director straightened his apprentice's clothes and wiped their eyes with his hand, his face full of kindness.

"Remember, child, you have enough talent, but your temperament is lacking. In the future, Master cannot stay by your side; you must be cautious, cautious, and even more cautious! We cannot tolerate the slightest bit of carelessness. If we make even a small mistake, what the patient loses is their life. Do you understand?"

"Master! No, that won't do, I made the mistake and I will bear it myself, I cannot implicate you..."

"Alright, let's go, we are going to fix the loophole." The old director smiled and walked out in the lead.

Arriving at the Security Section Chief's ward, because the public security officers had already given notice that they needed to interrogate and take statements, the amount of anesthetic injected was not much, and the Security Section Chief had also groggily woken up; for such a heinous criminal, now was not the time to be concerned with human rights.

"I am very sorry, due to a work error, this patient requires a second surgery." The old director arrived at the ward and apologized with an apologetic look.

He was a doctor; he would not concern himself with whether the patient would be executed by firing squad immediately, as his mission was to treat illnesses and save lives.

"Huh?" The Security Section Chief was stunned and hurriedly asked: "What error? You need to explain clearly."

"That's right, if it's nothing important, then there's no need to do it; after all, this person will likely be eating a lead bullet anyway." The public security officer, holding a notebook and pen, also suggested.

"Cough, cough, there might be a pair of tweezers left inside his stomach..." The old director still sheepishly explained.

"Hiss, ah? Ouch." The Security Section Chief immediately felt the wound where he had been injected with anesthetic begin to ache.

The second surgery was quick, but the reopened wound did not reveal the missing tweezers; the old director breathed a sigh of relief, took the opportunity to check his apprentice's surgical technique, and stitched the wound back up.

"Apologies, it was our mistake; the tweezers were not inside." The old director, face flushed, apologized to the Security Section Chief—who was now drooling, his face twisted by the anesthetic, and unable to move his body—and pushed him out.

Inside the operating room, the old director searched carefully and finally found the tweezers in the pile of blood-stained cotton in the trash can, unable to help but secretly curse the nurse.

The Security Section Chief returned to the ward, his tongue thick and slurring, making "mm-hmm-hng-hng" sounds incessantly; it was unclear whether he was praising the doctors of this Hospital for being conscientious and responsible...