Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Faulkner came over to Yun Hua with the intention to perform surgery.
If it were not for surgery, who would spend so much money to invite him to come over? Faulkner still knew his own value very well.
He was not a talented surgeon who could earn a large amount of USD by consultation. At least in the Mayo Clinic system, Faulkner was not outstanding. Even when he left Mayo Clinic, Faulkner was not very reputed.
If he were, he would have long left Mayo Clinic.
The fixed pay rate of Mayo Clinic could only be considered as pocket money for those surgeons who had become well-known until they published some books of their own.
For these surgeons, Mayo Clinic was a platform for talented surgeons to achieve self-actualization. Seeking success, and making goals for themselves were the goals for these talented genii.
Faulkner once thought that he would eventually enter this field on the premise that he would have solved his financial problems during that time… Then, he divorced his wife and started to pay for alimony. Later on, he saw his ex-wife and a secondhand car dealer who was twenty years younger than him spend his money…
“Let us take a look at your operating theater first.” Faulkner requested.
He really wanted to earn money. If Yun Hua Hospital could really put up a show that they were forced to ask him to save the patient, he would force himself to perform the surgery and receive a large amount of money, as stated in the agreement. Naturally, that would be the best if that happened…
However, that was if the surgery he saved was successful.
If they truly created a situation for him to perform the surgery to save the patient’s life and he still failed, not only would it be a joke, it might even end up as something bad for his reputation.
Hospital Director Bo looked at Faulkner, smiled, and said, “Mister Faulkner, you’re truly professional. However, all operating theaters are quite busy right now, and it might not be convenient to go in now.”
He was not someone from Yun Hua Hospital, and he did not want to do the job of introducing the operating theaters to Faulkner.
“The most important thing for a surgeon is preparing an operating theater. Also, I’d like to give a try to the instruments and devices as well,” Faulkner insisted.
There was a high requirement for both parties in order for him to enter the operating theater of another hospital at the last minute and perform surgery to his heart’s content. But in reality, there was a possibility that there were many things lacking for him to be able to operate at his will. A surgery that was not prepared based on the doctor’s habits may result in the surgery coming to a stop if he was forced to wait for the anesthetist to settle the necessary for him even after the nurse had brought him a pair of curved forceps.
Hospital Director Bo was certain that Faulkner must have misunderstood by now. He stressed again, “Mister Faulkner, our surgery plan is fixed, and Ling Ran will be the chief surgeon. Your main task during this surgery is to check what is missing…”
He said this in Chinese, and the interpreters used two minutes to translate the phrase “check what is missing” into English and German. They truly showed an average standard for high-quality translation.
Faulkner smiled faintly. “It is truly the right choice to use a young Chinese doctor as the chief surgeon.”
Hospital Director Bo sighed. “Whatever you say.”
He had finished doing his job, anyway, and now, Lao Yongyong was the one who needed to deal with people like Faulkner.
Faulkner still chattered on in English, “I always come to Asia, and I know about your tradition. East Asia, in particular, has a tradition where young people must bear the responsibilities of the old people, is that true? This is what you call respect for the older generation, right? I like your tradition. When we are at our age, young people truly need to show us more respect…”
The interpreters had to translate his words on the spot, and they were in a bit of a mess with how busy they were.
Hospital Director Bo looked at the interpreters in disdain and thought, ‘How dare you offer such a high price for yourselves without even being able to translate respecting the old and loving the young properly? These interpreters can earn money so easily. Should I just quit my job and become an interpreter?’
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Ever since Operating Theater 1 of Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center was rebuilt, it was now the largest, and the operating theater was equipped with the most advanced instruments. When doctors from other departments would like to perform a public surgery to show off, they would come and borrow the operating theater from Huo Congjun.
For nurses and anesthetists, there were many unavoidable problems when they worked at Operating Theater 1. First of all, the box of secrets in the operating theater would be opened. That meant that the steps taken and movements made would be recorded down, ready for everyone to see.
While no lawsuits or penalties had been issued ever since Operating Theater 1 of Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center was built, but who knew what would happen in the future?
For adult doctors and nurses, even though they might just be at risk of embarrassing themselves, everyone would still not want to admit their wrongdoings.
However, when a normal doctor or nurse faced Operating Theater 1, which was worth millions, they had no right to speak. They could only do their tasks obediently and kept being reminded themselves that there might be a bad old man or nasty b*tch above them!
When Hospital Director Bo brought the three foreigners to enter the visitation room, the preparations at the lower floor were completed.
Faulkner was not satisfied with the tight schedule arranged, but the preoperative preparation and patient consultation were well done. Faulkner could only lower his head to read the information given to him and quickly understand the situation.
The sound of heavy breathing could be heard from the intercom.
Then, an uproar was heard from the visitation room.
Faulkner looked up subconsciously and saw a doctor with a nice body figure, who was handsome and had an elegant demeanor enter the operating theater.
“Don’t tell me that you guys got an actor to act over here.” Faulkner looked at Hospital Director Bo in surprise. Then, he suddenly muttered to himself, “Impossible. If there is such an actor, he would soon be famous. What did he do for him to be here?”
Hospital Director Bo felt amused and replied, “This is Doctor Ling Ran.”
“So… You guys decided to sacrifice him? Did he offend anyone? Yes. There’s no need for you to translate this line.” Faulkner knew Hospital Director Bo could speak English. So, he wanted to gossip a little using English.
Hospital Director Bo laughed. “He’s not a sacrifice.”
“Oh, I get it,” Faulkner said, but he could not help but sigh. Then he spoke to the other two foreign doctors in English, “East Asians are usually crueler, especially toward their subordinates. A failed surgery might mean nothing to them.”
Dobin, who was from New York, looked at Faulkner calmly. He never intended to help. The fees he accepted, which were his invitation fees and the fees for his appearance in the whole process, was according to this standard—he just needed to show his face and do nothing else.
However, the German, Corbert looked down with a serious expression and said to Hospital Director Bo, “If you don’t continue with the surgery, then you will need to be very careful at the starting stage of the surgery. You have to especially comply with the standards of cancer-free operations.”
Corbert and Hospital Director Bo were old friends, and he had come over to China for more than five times. He did have the thought that he would take action if there was a need for it.
What else could Hospital Director Bo say? He could only nod and agree with what Corbert said. After all, it would be better to have a few backups than none, right?
Hospital Director Bo thought of his young girlfriend and suddenly, he understood her a little more.
“Let’s start.” Ling Ran, who was on the ground floor, suddenly spoke. Then, he bent his body slightly to make a long incision on the patient’s abdomen.
When the three foreigners who just came saw this, they could only say this in their hearts, ‘What the heck? If you don’t know how to perform the surgery, it’s fine, but don’t just carelessly cut into the patient!’
