Chapter 58: They’re Simply a Bunch of Good-for-nothings

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: They’re Simply a Bunch of Good-for-nothings ... "Good!" Zhang Hongde didn’t dare delay any longer, patting Xia Rou on the shoulder, "Doctor Xia, please start the acupuncture immediately. Rest assured, even if anything goes wrong, you won’t bear any responsibility." Xia Rou carefully checked the patient’s condition again, and cautiously said, "Right now, I can only use the silver needles to slow down the patient’s heart rate and blood pressure, to delay the spread of the virus, and try to gain a little more time." Zhang Hongde immediately nodded, "Okay, start the acupuncture quickly." Xia Rou took out the silver needles and carefully inserted them into the acupuncture points near Li Junkai’s heart and arteries. The results were immediate; the data on the life signs monitor began to decrease and stabilize at a very low level. It was like an animal entering hibernation, reducing signs of life to endure the harsh winter. At this moment, a group of people in white coats came rushing into the emergency operating room. All the experts who could make it from the special expert group had arrived, totaling seven or eight people, led by the deputy leader Hong Fuquan. Currently, Li Junkai’s condition is relatively stable. The group of experts exited the emergency operating room and went to the conference room to start a consultation. Xia Rou, knowing she had the least seniority, was at the back and was about to enter the conference room when Yan Xiaobao called out from behind, "Rourou, I’m here!" "Shh—don’t speak, let’s look at the situation first." Just as Xia Rou was about to lead Yan Xiaobao into the conference room, Hong Fuquan, sitting at the conference table, glanced at the door and said coldly, "All unrelated personnel, please leave and close the door." Zhang Hongde immediately stood up and introduced, "This is Divine Doctor Yan, whom I specifically invited..." "Divine Doctor?" Hong Fuquan sneered, glancing dismissively at the young Yan Xiaobao, "What era do we live in now, where there still are so-called ’Divine Doctors’? Zhang Hongde, you are the dean of Fu’er Hospital, why are you regressing?" "Divine Doctor Yan’s medical skills, I have personally witnessed, are beyond modern medical concepts," Zhang Hongde smiled gently, "Let him sit in as an observer." Hong Fuquan sneered again and said nothing in response. This Hong Fuquan is the dean of the Binhai Medical University First Affiliated Hospital. Though his seniority is a bit lower than Zhang Hongde’s, his connections are stronger, which got him the dean’s position. To balance things and appease public opinion, the leadership let Zhang Hongde be the leader of the Binhai Medical University Special Expert Group, in charge of administration and personnel, while Hong Fuquan was the deputy leader in charge of operations. In short, the entire Binhai Medical Industry knows that Hong Fuquan and Zhang Hongde are arch-rivals. Furthermore, Hong Fuquan has a strong personality and is somewhat overbearing, while Zhang Hongde is rather calm and steady. Yan Xiaobao didn’t care who was who, only having eyes for his Rourou. He sat beside Xia Rou and asked her, "Rourou, where’s the patient? Quickly take me to treat the patient, so I can heal him and we can go home and sleep!" "Shush!" "Shush!" "Shush!" Dozens of gazes immediately focused on them. Xia Rou blushed deeply, lowered her head, and coquettishly murmured, "Don’t speak now, wait a bit!" "Oh..." Yan Xiaobao reached under the conference table and held Xia Rou’s delicate hand, "Rourou, why is your face so red, do you have a fever?" Xia Rou frowned forcefully, "Don’t speak!" "..." Yan Xiaobao obediently shut his mouth, but continued holding Xia Rou’s hand. Xia Rou was afraid he might say something inappropriate, so she didn’t move, allowing Yan Xiaobao to joyfully play with her soft, fair hand. "Everyone has seen the test reports and the patient’s condition. Any opinions?" Hong Fuquan solemnly asked, presiding over the consultation. After the question was posed, the conference room fell silent; no one made a sound. Hong Fuquan frowned, about to speak again, when Mrs. Li suddenly stood up and angrily pointed at the experts, "Is this the so-called Special Expert Group? A bunch of useless noodles! So many people, researching for so long, and not a single fart comes out, utterly ridiculous!" Li Desheng looked grim, not stopping his wife’s near-tantrum behavior. He knew his wife wasn’t ordinarily like this, but with their son’s life at stake, she couldn’t control her emotions. "Mr. Li, Mrs. Li, this..." Zhang Hongde spoke to mediate, "Our preliminary diagnosis is a viral infection, but this virus is one we’ve never encountered before, likely a new variant, so we..." Before Zhang Hongde could finish, a nurse rushed into the conference room and reported, "It’s bad, the patient’s life signs are weakening..." "Whoosh—" everyone immediately got up and rushed to the emergency operating room. Hong Fuquan was the first to reach the operating table and check Li Junkai’s condition. He then noticed dozens of fine silver needles inserted in Li Junkai’s acupuncture points and immediately shouted angrily, "What is this mess?" The ER department head, Sunx Jianqiang, explained that after Li Junkai’s heart stopped and they resuscitated him, Zhang Hongde had Xia Rou use silver needles to control the heart rate and blood pressure, among other things. "Utter nonsense!" Hong Fuquan turned and scolded Zhang Hongde and Xia Rou, "Emergency surgery is the domain of Western medicine. Letting this young female traditional doctor mess around recklessly is irresponsible chaos! If Mr. Li has any mishaps, can you bear the responsibility?" Zhang Hongde calmly argued, "Previously, the patient’s heart rate and blood pressure were well above critical levels, very dangerous. I believe using traditional Chinese acupuncture to control the situation and buy time for consultation was not a wrong choice." "You’ve gotten the patient to this state and still don’t see the mistake? The life signs are already below the threshold, if this continues, he won’t survive!" Hong Fuquan sternly shouted at Xia Rou, "Quickly remove those damned needles!" "Hey!" Seeing the old man yelling at Xia Rou, Yan Xiaobao immediately protested, "Speak nicely to my Rourou, or be careful or I’ll deal with you!" "Deal with me? Hahaha!" Hong Fuquan laughed in anger, "Kid, no one has ever dared to talk to me like this! It’s absurd that Zhang Hongde calls you a Divine Doctor, and you actually believe it! Try laying a finger on me!" "Xiao Bao!" Xia Rou quickly held Yan Xiaobao’s arm. If she had been a second slower, Hong Fuquan’s old face might have been wrecked. After stopping Yan Xiaobao, Xia Rou calmly said to Hong Fuquan, "The patient’s heart rate and blood pressure have decreased since before. I can adjust the number of needles to bring it to a stable level..." "No need!" Hong Fuquan impatiently waved his hand, "Remove those needles immediately and get out!" ... [Please bookmark, recommend, reward, and support!] ... The most uptodate novels are published on (f)reewe(b)novel.com