This miracle doctor just wants to be fired!

He stopped at the door and glanced back at Zhou Cheng.

"Don't feel indebted to me about becoming an academician anymore."

"But……"

"If you really feel indebted, then take good care of the cardiology department."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door and went out.

Just then, a nurse came over to confirm a patient's preoperative plan. He took the medical record and asked about kidney function and contrast agent dosage as he walked. His voice quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor, as if the results announced that afternoon had never changed his work.

Lin Feng stood by the door for a long time, and finally sighed softly, "Director Zou just meant that he's making arrangements for both of us."

Zhou Cheng looked down and opened the review report. "You're in charge of management."

"You're in charge of pushing forward," Lin Feng said for him, then pulled out a chair and sat down. "So the hard work is still mine."

You can refuse.

"If you refuse now, who will deal with the administration, academic societies, patients' families, and those people who write anonymous reports every day after he retires?"

Zhou Cheng did not answer.

Lin Feng looked at him and suddenly said, "Actually, Director Zou is right."

Which sentence?

"His failure to be elected this time may not be entirely because of you. Even if it had an impact, it shouldn't all be attributed to you."

"I know."

"You know it just by saying it."

"What else do you want?"

"Don't start thinking about how it will affect other people's opinions before making every decision. That's not like you."

Zhou Cheng flipped to the conclusion of the report and read it again.

The final result of the multicenter review was consistent with the earliest assessment.

Complications arise from a combination of factors, and correcting a lack of judgment is an important aspect that can be addressed through training.

After the implementation of the new curriculum, the proportion of surgeons performing additional procedures when the basic goals were achieved decreased significantly, the referral rate for complex cases increased, and severe vascular injuries no longer occurred in concentrated cases.

This data is not perfect.

The sample size is still limited and the follow-up period is not long enough to prove that the new training system has solved all the problems.

This is enough to show that the public disclosure of the error did not ruin the project; on the contrary, it allowed it to move from personal experience to a verifiable and correctable clinical approach for the first time.

Zhou Cheng picked up his pen and added a sentence to the last paragraph of the submission instructions.

The purpose of this study is not to prove that a technology is always correct, but to verify whether a technology can be rebuilt after an error is discovered.

After finishing writing, he saved the file and sent it to all team members.

……

By the time the email was sent, it was completely dark outside.

The news of Zou Liqian's failure to be selected will be discussed in the hospital for several days.

Some people felt sorry for him, some felt indignant on his behalf, and some would connect this outcome with the recent turmoil, offering explanations that could never be verified.

The person behind the scenes still has no name.

The forces that fueled the controversy were not thoroughly investigated after the election of academicians concluded.

Zhou Cheng was ultimately unable to find out who had submitted the material first, nor was he able to prove which competitor had benefited from it.

The other party is familiar with the rules and knows how to ensure that each participant bears only a very small portion of the responsibility.

When all the actions are connected in a line, the starting point of the line has already been hidden.

But Zou Liqian did not let him remain trapped there.

The list of academicians has been finalized, clinical work is still ongoing, and the project must continue.

The real response to that uproar is never about finding someone and arguing with them.

Instead, it's about ensuring the revised technology is tested on more patients, so that the next generation of doctors learns both how to move forward and when to stop!

……

At 7:20 a.m. the next morning, Zou Ligan appeared in the ward as usual.

He stood beside a heart failure patient's bed, and after listening to the resident physician's report, he suddenly glanced behind him.

"Where is Zhou Cheng?"

The nurse said, "He went to the catheterization lab to see patients in emergency surgery."

"Where's Raymond Lam?"

"In a meeting with the medical department."

Zou Ligan nodded and picked up the medical record at the foot of the bed.

Neither of them were by his side, but the department continued to operate at its original pace.

He glanced down at the patient's fluid intake and output records for a moment, a slight smile slowly spreading across his lips before he quickly suppressed it. He looked up and asked the young doctor behind him, "Why is this patient continuing with diuretics today?"

The young doctor paused for a moment, then looked down at the medical records.

Zou Liqian didn't urge him; he just stood there and waited.

He hasn't retired yet, but he's already started handing over some things.

……

Zhou Cheng's multicenter review study was eventually submitted to Circulation.

When the submission system completed the final confirmation step, it was already 11:23 p.m., and only Zhou Cheng and Zhao Sisi remained in the office.

Li Mingyuan was on duty with the emergency interventional team that day.

In order to complete the follow-up data for the last few patients, Chen Yu went to two communities under the city's jurisdiction in the afternoon and did not send the compiled documents back to the work group until after nine o'clock.

Zhao Sisi sat in front of the computer, rechecking the author sorting. She refreshed the page several times to confirm that the status had changed from "not yet submitted" to "submitted." Only then did she lean back in her chair and let out a long sigh.

"Finally, I cast my ballot."

Zhou Cheng opened the local file and checked the submitted version against the original version again. He confirmed that the PDF generated by the system had no missing pages or charts before shutting down the computer.

Watching his actions, Zhao Sisi couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, do you review every submission after you've submitted it?"

Zhou Cheng nodded: "Yes, the system sometimes swallows images."

Do you think you have a chance of winning?

"have no idea."

"Not even a probability?"

"Can your model calculate that?"

"cannot."

"Then go back to sleep."

Zhou Cheng picked up his coat and left the office with her.

A light was still on at the end of the corridor, where the night shift nurse was checking the blood test results for the next morning.

As the two reached the elevator, the emergency phone rang.

The call was from the on-duty doctor in the catheterization lab.

"Director Zhou, a patient has chest pain. The electrocardiogram shows anterior ST segment elevation. We have completed the preoperative consultation and are ready to go directly to the catheterization lab."

"The patient had a right coronary stent placed three years ago. This time, we suspect an acute occlusion of the left anterior descending artery. His blood pressure is dropping, and the emergency room doctor is concerned about the possibility of cardiogenic shock."

Zhou Cheng had already pressed the down arrow key, but after listening to the report, he turned around and pressed the up arrow key.

Zhao Sisi turned back.

"Go back," Zhou Cheng said.

"I can help with the recording."

"Don't we have to do data quality control tomorrow?"

"It's okay if it's a little later."

The elevator doors opened, and Zhou Cheng stepped in, glancing at her. "The third point for the research group."

Zhao Sisi stopped outside the door.

"Don't rely on staying up all night to prove your hard work unless absolutely necessary."

"This is considered an emergency."

"It applies to me, but not to you."

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Zhao Sisi stood outside, smiling helplessly.

……