Tokyo, 1994, starting with medical training

Chapter 48 A Reprimand

Mizutani Mitsuma continued his report: "In addition, the hospital's publicity department has already prepared a press release regarding the publicity for this surgery."

The title is "First Surgical Department Successfully Treats Patient with Multiple Injuries, Demonstrating Top-Tier Strength of National University Hospital".

"It highlights your wise leadership and decision-making, Professor."

He has been able to stay in this position for so many years not only because of his academic papers, but also because of his ability to understand his superiors' thoughts.

"Um."

Professor Nishimura nodded expressionlessly.

She's not a fresh graduate anymore; she wears her heart on her sleeve.

At the back of the crowd, Kiryu Kazusuke also did not have a blank expression.

This is because he knew very well that he, who proposed the key "C-clamp" and "preperitoneal packing" solutions, would not even have his name mentioned in the press release.

Imagawa Ori will likely only be mentioned in a single line.

this is the truth.

Inside the white tower, credit flows upwards, while responsibility is pushed downwards.

"Kiryu-kun, are you listening?" Kenji Tanaka nudged his arm. "Hikaru Mizutani is really amazing; he can attribute everything to the professor."

Kazusuke Kiryu agreed, saying, "That's a skill too."

Not everyone can make flattery a part of their breathing.

He couldn't do it anyway.

The column continued moving.

Professor Nishimura moved quickly, spending no more than three minutes in each ward.

Most of the time, she would simply listen to the attending physician's brief report, nod, or point out one or two insignificant issues.

This was less of a ward round and more of a display of power.

She enjoyed being surrounded by people.

But Kiryu Kazusuke noticed that her brows furrowed slightly as her gaze swept over an empty bed next to the ICU.

That bed originally belonged to a patient with a postoperative infection.

"What about the patient with gangrene?"

The professor's voice suddenly turned cold.

"That patient..."

Mizutani suddenly became hesitant and stammering.

"At the family's request, yesterday... I was transferred to a branch hospital."

"Transfer to another hospital?"

Professor Nishimura turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife, and looked at him in front of everyone.

She questioned in a stern voice, "Was it because he couldn't be cured, and you fired him to avoid lowering the department's cure rate data?"

Cold sweat instantly poured down Mitsuma Mizutani's forehead.

"Mizutani-kun."

"I taught you that as a surgeon, your technique may be imperfect, but your heart must not be dirty."

"Are you sending these high-risk patients to branch hospitals just to get better treatment data? Do you think the doctors at the branch hospitals are better at treating them than we are?"

"Do you still feel that I'm getting old?"

Professor Nishimura spoke in a low voice.

But this calm statement is more lethal than any roar.

"I'm so sorry! It was my misjudgment!"

Mizutani Mitsuma immediately bent over at a ninety-degree angle as a conditioned reflex, not daring to lift his head.

He dared not defend himself.

In front of a professor, arguing is considered defiance, and it's tantamount to courting death.

"This will not be repeated."

Professor Nishimura coldly uttered four words, then turned and continued walking forward.

The rest of the group were trembling with fear.

This is the significance of the weekly professor follow-up consultation.

beat.

Does Sumiko Nishimura really care about whether the patient lives or dies?

Not necessarily, it mainly depends on whether you are a VIP at the hospital.

And clearly, even the patients that Mizutani Mitsuma could transfer away because they were too much trouble do not belong to this category.

Kiryu Kazusuke looked at the usually arrogant medical students and lecturers in front of him, who were now all huddled up like quails.

Human beings created classes, and then tormented themselves within those classes.

An hour later.

The follow-up visit ended, and the group disbanded.

The doctors returned to their posts, and Kiryu Kazusuke pushed the trolley back to the nurses' station and put the medical records away.

"Kiryu-kun."

A voice sounded behind him; it was Mitsuma Mizutani.

"Come over here for a moment."

He waved with a very sincere smile on his face.

Imagawa Orihime should really come and take a look.

Kiryu Kazusuke stopped what he was doing, and Tanaka Kenji, standing to the side, gave him a look that said, "Good luck to you."

At the end of the corridor, the smoking area.

Mizutani took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring.

"The secretary of Representative Okawara just came by."

"He donated a sum of research funds to the department."

"I also brought some personal thank-you gifts for the doctors who participated in the surgery."

"This is for you."

As he spoke, he took an envelope out of his pocket and weighed it in his hand.

"This, this isn't a good idea."

Kiryu Kazusuke looked at the envelope in his hand and waved his hand.

This is not to say that he regards money as dirt, nor that he has high medical ethics.

Rather, he didn't want to appear too eager.

Anyway, if I really want to give, I will give again; if I don't want to give, I'll just use this as an excuse to back down.

"Take it."

Mizutani tucked the envelope into the pocket of his white coat with an affectionate gesture, like an elder caring for a younger person.

Kiryu Kazusuke was disrespectful.

It's a pity that Imagawa Ori wasn't there; she really should have come to learn from her.

If she had had this attitude when she asked him to write her thesis, offering him money with both hands, he might have considered it.

"I am very grateful for Professor Mizutani's guidance."

Kiryu Kazusuke bowed slightly, without any affectation of being flattered or cynical arrogance.

This made Mizutani Mitsuma even more satisfied.

sensible.

He's a young man who can survive in a giant tower.

"Keep up the good work, I believe in you."

Mizutani Mitsuma patted him on the shoulder, then turned and left humming a little tune.

Kiryu Kazusuke reached into his pocket and felt the thickness of the envelope.

It's alright, I estimate it's around 100,000 yen.

This is what a big shot is like; even if he's just a medical resident, he can still get a share of the pie.

……

Back at the clinic, the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

The professor's follow-up visit was like a low-pressure system passing through, the effects of which still lingered.

Kazusuke Kiryu walked to his seat.

Imagawa Ori sat there, staring blankly at a stack of documents in front of her.

Her desk was piled high with books: "Clinical Biomechanics," "Bone Fracture Treatment," "Atlas of Hand Surgery," and more.

They are all thick, heavy volumes.

There are also several scattered hand-drawn sketches with complex mechanical analyses.

But clearly, things are not going well.

The letter paper used to write the draft paper contained only a few lines of text besides the title, and most of them had been crossed out.

Imagawa Ori twirled a pen in her hand, her brows furrowed, radiating an aura of restlessness that kept strangers at bay.

Kazusuke Kiryu knew she was worried about her thesis.

But that has nothing to do with him.

That was what he had been thinking, until a faint red tinge suddenly appeared in his eyes.

[Imagawa Ori: If I look at Kiryu with the eyes of someone looking at trash, and then yell at him a couple of times, will he obediently listen? Damn it, how am I supposed to write the "stress transfer" here?]

[Can converge world lines]

[Branch 1: It's time to order lunchboxes for all the doctors at the hospital. I forgot hers when ordering from the convenience store. (Reward: 10,000 yen cash)]

[Branch Two: Taking advantage of her misfortune, since she loves money so much, offer 50 yen for the first draft. (Reward: Upon completion of the paper, she will be transferred to the Haramachi Red Cross Hospital.)]

[Branch 3: Exploit her predicament, extract maximum benefit from her, and enjoy her smile. (Reward: Anatomical Fracture Reduction - Perfect)]

(End of this chapter)