Rebirth of a Doctor Without Regrets

Chapter 124 Leonardo da Vinci's Sleep

Upon hearing Wu Deyang's words, Shen Hao had a stress response, and all his fatigue vanished instantly.

He didn't even have time to change out of his scrub clothes, which were stained with disinfectant and blood. He ran to the office area in slippers, his hair all messy.

The office lights were still on, but Zhao Zhao was already fast asleep in front of his computer.

The exaggerated number in Zhu Chunhua's group's points column stung Shen Hao's eyes; the accumulated points had already reached 480.

They are very close to Shen Hao's group's 508 points.

Looking at that number, he wished he could go back immediately and perform another surgery.

Fear can make people run tirelessly, as if a tiger is chasing them.

When viewed on a computer and the points details are opened, the name of the attending surgeon for each case is clearly written as "Wang Xiao".

"What on earth is going on?! How could their team possibly perform so many surgeries in one day? Even if Wang Xiao had three heads and six arms, he couldn't handle that many surgeries by himself!"

Zhao Zhao, who was asleep, was startled awake: "Deputy Director Shen, I heard that Dean Chen specially approved an extra operating room for Wang Xiao, so now Zhu Chunhua's team has two operating rooms operating at the same time."

Wang Xiao lives in the operating room and performs surgeries around the clock; she's been working non-stop for four days now!

"They approved an operating room?" Alarm bells rang in Shen Hao's mind.

Of course, I can't stop the hospital from doing this; it's unfair for me to occupy three operating rooms to participate in the evaluation.

However, this negates the hardware advantage, and as for the software—and the human element—…

Does it have any advantages?

Shen Hao staggered back a step, his already tired face drained of blood.

He thought of the rewards from the points-based evaluation, the nomination for promotion to department head, and his years of hard work in the department. If he lost to a resident who had only been in the department for six months, he would not only lose face, but his future would also be in serious jeopardy.

Shen Hao took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. His eyes grew increasingly resolute as he growled at Wu Deyang, "Zhao Zhao! Quick! Add surgeries between midnight and 3 AM to my schedule too. Any surgery, as long as it adds points, schedule them all for me!"

Zhao Zhao was startled by his crazed appearance and, without daring to delay, hurriedly and tremblingly pulled out the surgical schedule.

Speaking of which, Zhao Zhao is considered part of Shen Hao's group, and his promotion and treatment are all in Shen Hao's hands.

Shen Hao leaned against the cold desk, his chest heaving violently.

Now that my adrenaline has subsided, the fatigue from the surgery is washing over me again. If I don't rest soon, I'm afraid my heart will have problems.

Dragging his heavy body back to the second-line rest room, Shen Hao collapsed onto the bed, too lazy to even take off his clothes, and just wanted to fall asleep wrapped in the quilt.

But when I close my eyes, all I can see in my mind are the numbers on the leaderboard and Wang Xiao's smug look every time he succeeds in a surgery.

He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He recalled how he had worked his way up from resident physician to deputy director, putting in so much effort and enduring countless sleepless nights, only to be overtaken by a junior colleague.

"No, I can't lose—"

Patients have been pouring in these days, and there's a huge backlog of elective surgeries.

He was worried about not having a place to arrange surgeries, but since Shen Hao wanted to add surgeries in the early morning, he immediately scheduled his own surgeries. He even added a level-four surgery for Shen Hao at 2:30 a.m., just to clear the backlog of patients as quickly as possible.

The next morning, Shen Hao appeared in the operating room at eight o'clock sharp, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

He started performing surgeries one after another from eight in the morning, leaving only half an hour in between to eat and drink, and even making the most of his time to go to the bathroom.

The operating room lights flickered on and off repeatedly until 5 a.m., when the last surgery finally ended.

Shen Hao felt completely exhausted, dizzy, and his vision blurred. He barely had the strength to take off his surgical gown.

His fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and he almost dropped the water glass the nurse handed him.

He knew he had reached his limit and needed to rest immediately, but his unwillingness and curiosity drove him to climb the tenth floor step by step.

Wang Xiao's two operating rooms are located there.

The operating room light was still on. Through the glass in the door, Shen Hao saw Wang Xiao standing in front of the operating table, looking focused and moving smoothly and efficiently, showing no signs of fatigue, as if he hadn't been working non-stop for five days.

Standing next to him was Zhu Chunhua, whose face was pale, eyes were bloodshot, and eyes were full of exhaustion. Even the way he handed over the equipment was slow, clearly indicating that he had reached his limit.

Shen Hao stepped open the latest airlock door and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Wang Xiao, I heard you haven't slept for five days? You—"

Is it really necessary to push yourself this hard? Even if it's for points, you can't risk your health. And even more so—you absolutely cannot risk Deputy Director Zhu's health!"

Hearing the voice, Zhu Chunhua turned around, forced a smile, and waved her hand: "I'm fine. I slept for four hours this evening, so I can manage. It's Wang Xiao who hasn't had a proper rest for several days; he's been on the operating table the whole time."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao stopped what he was doing, turned around to look at Shen Hao, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.

"It's not that I didn't rest at all. I just squeezed in a short nap during the breaks between surgeries. I used the da Vinci sleep method, which allows me to quickly recover my energy without sleeping for too long."

"Da Vinci's sleep method?" Shen Hao was stunned, his face full of confusion, followed by a deep sense of doubt.

Isn't this just an urban legend?

Surgeons don't have mindless jobs like tightening screws. To perform precise operations, they need sufficient sleep, otherwise the quality of the surgery will inevitably be affected.

But so many days have passed, and there haven't been any problems with Wang Xiao's surgery.

Shen Hao walked out of the operating room in a daze and returned to the rest room. He even forgot to wash up and took out his phone. With trembling fingers, he searched "Da Vinci sleep method" on Baidu.

The introduction that popped up on the screen said that this sleep method involves taking a 15-minute nap every four hours of work, repeating this cycle, so that you can maintain your energy without having to sleep for long periods of time.

Shen Hao stared at his phone screen, looking at it over and over again. Finally, he couldn't help but throw the phone aside abruptly, gritting his teeth and cursing, "Who cares if it's scientific or not, whether it's an urban legend or not, if you can do it, so can I!"

That's what he said, but as he looked at the dark ceiling, the despair in his heart grew stronger. He suddenly felt that he was really doomed to lose.

There are people in this world who are born with almost no need for sleep and can still maintain abundant energy.

Essentially, this is determined at the genetic level, but it's reasonable that such a person is also a surgical genius.