No matter how unexpected the circumstances were, Feng Xuhui still fulfilled his duty as a professional manager.
Under his guidance, Zheng Ren and Su Yun successfully located Professor Pei’s car.
It was an inconspicuous Hongqi designed between ten to twenty years ago.
Upon spotting Zheng Ren from afar, Professor Pei got out of the car and greeted him, “Little Zheng, over here.”
“Professor Pei, that’s too polite of you.” Zheng Ren quickened his pace, a sign of respect for his elderly comrade.
“You really gave me a troublesome issue to deal with.” Professor Pei smiled in mock outrage.
Zheng Ren responded with an embarrassed smile.
He had met Professor Pei by chance through nothing but professional ties. When he had asked the control tower to contact the professor in a desperate gambit, he was betting on the benevolence of a senior doctor with decades of medical experience.
Sure enough, he had won.
It had been thanks to Professor Pei’s kindness and his… the System’s accurate diagnosis.
“Doctors encounter all kinds of accidents all the time, and we should remain unaffected by common practices in current society and help those in need.” Professor Pei tapped Zheng Ren’s shoulder and smiled earnestly. “How absurd is it that patients can’t be treated outside one’s place of practice?!
“Little Zheng, I’m very satisfied with you.”
Professor Pei was referring to a case from a few years ago where an obstetrician had conducted a delivery on a train, but had been prosecuted by the family after its success, the reason being that a medical practitioner’s place of practice did not include a train or the whereabouts of the train at that time.
In the end, the issue ended in compensation and the revocation of the doctor’s medical license.
From that moment on, most doctors and nurses turned a deaf ear when there was a broadcast on the train looking for medical personnel.
That was how far social behavior had degraded.
Obviously, Professor Pei was unsupportive of this approach.
How could a doctor leave a patient unattended?
This was how he validated Zheng Ren’s good deed.
“It’s my job,” replied Zheng Ren with a smile.
“Professor Pei, do you think Chief Zheng should go to the hotel or the hospital first?” Feng Xuhui said. He had been waiting quietly the whole time. “I’ve booked a hotel room for him.”
“He’ll stay in the hospital guest house.” Professor Pei waved his hand and entered the car, signaling for Zheng Ren to sit in the back. Meanwhile, Su Yun helped the chauffeur load their luggage into the trunk before getting into the passenger seat.
Feng Xuhui was nearly in tears.
In order to make the young doctor with great potential feel at home, he had even paid the booking fee for a room in a five-star hotel.
However, he had failed to expect…
A guest house…
It was a term so historic that those born after the year 2000 had never heard it before, and the name itself carried a distinctive rustic weight that could take one back thirty years.
Poor Chief Zheng. He had to stay in a guest house instead of a five-star hotel.
However, there was no way he would visibly express that thought.
Feng Xuhui put on a professional smile and watched as the black Hongqi left the area before getting into his car and following it.
In the Hongqi, Zheng Ren sat upright and chatted with Professor Pei.
“Little Zheng, I hadn’t expected your diagnosing skill to be so good,” Professor Pei said with a smile, “Not everyone can diagnose an aortic dissection, let alone the specific severity.”
“I’ve seen two similar cases and read literature about it,” replied Zheng Ren politely.
“How sure are you?” asked Professor Pei, curious.
“Eighty percent?” replied Zheng Ren after a few moments of hesitation. There was no way he would express his absolute confidence even though the diagnosis provided by the System had to be correct.
If Zheng Ren put himself in another’s shoes, he would never have believed that anyone could accurately diagnose type I aortic dissection based solely on their own experience, on a plane, and without any diagnostic equipment.
“You’re confident.” Professor Pei gently tapped on his knees, as if deep in thought. After a while, he said, “The reason I believed your judgment was because I’ve seen your skill at surgery.”
Su Yun’s ears twitched, obviously focused on the conversation between Professor Pei and Zheng Ren even though he was on his phone in the passenger’s seat.
Zheng Ren nodded.
“It’s good that you’re confident. You know, I asked for a huge favor by deploying the air ambulance. If the diagnosis was wrong, those old men are going to laugh at me.”
In a sense, medical practitioners were almost the same as tech nerds with one notable difference—a tech nerd only had to face a computer, but medical staff had to deal with all sorts of people.
Even so, they showed reverence for anyone with greater skill.
Those who could provide an accurate diagnosis and appropriate treatment plan were undoubtedly worthy of worship by countless people.
On the other hand, idiots who were full of themselves but could not properly diagnose a condition would be denigrated.
As for those who did not value skill… They went to hospital management.
Professor Pei had expressed his thoughts very clearly. Zheng Ren thought about it and asked, “How’s the patient now?”
“His blood pressure is well-controlled, and he is undergoing a 64-slice CT scan now,” replied Professor Pei.
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At the same time, in a CT room of a random hospital,
A white-haired, senior professor was attentively observing the image on the screen and ignoring the subtle noise of the machine in front of him.
A doctor in his thirties hung up his phone, entered the room and said softly, “Master, the patient has safely arrived at the ward.”
“Begin preoperative preparations,” the old professor said calmly, still staring at the screen.
“The diagnosis is confirmed?” The young doctor was astonished. Only the ordinary spiral CT films were displayed on the screen as 3D reconstruction of the 64-slice CT scan was still running in the system software.
“It should be type I aortic dissection. The tear has been effectively controlled, thanks to its timely diagnosis and treatment,” the old professor said. He then pointed at a section of the film, adding, “You can see some subtle changes here.”
The young doctor frowned as the old professor’s words went against his knowledge of medicine.
“When will your senior finish surgery?” asked the old professor.
“There are three elective cases today. He’s on the second surgery as we speak.”
“Tell him to postpone the elective cases,” the old professor said, “Finish this emergency case first, and I’ll guide the operation when preoperative preparations are complete.”
“Is it an elephant trunk surgery?” The young doctor was excited; he was very interested in the largest operation in cardiothoracic surgery.
“Yes.”
At that moment, the 3D image of the CT scan finished being constructed and its films began displaying on the screen.
There was a tear on the aorta five centimeters away from the heart.
The tear was approximately three to four centimeters long, which was not a serious condition and still within a controllable range.
“Old Pei really guessed it correctly,” the old professor mumbled.
