Rebirth of a Doctor Without Regrets

Chapter 142 Second-Line Restroom

After reviewing the CICU patients and approving the surgical records written by the resident physicians, it was already 3 a.m.

Wu Deyang felt dizzy and unsteady as he walked into the second-line rest room.

The lounge was filled with the smells of sweat and various convenience foods.

The lounge used to be thoroughly cleaned once a week, but after the competition started, everyone didn't have enough time to sleep and had no time to worry about this discomfort.

Wu Deyang gently pushed open the door. In the pitch black, he immediately saw Shen Hao leaning against the headboard, his phone still lit up, exuding an air of lingering depression.

On the upper bunk, Li Lei was curled up, his head buried in the pillow, snoring loudly.

The intense surgeries of the past few days had drained him of his last bit of strength, and he was now fast asleep, completely undisturbed by any outside noise.

Hearing the door open, Shen Hao looked up sharply, staring at Wu Deyang as he strode closer. He asked impatiently, "How did it go? Did you find out? What's the situation with Zhu Chunhua's group?"

Wu Deyang sighed and pulled over a chair to sit down.

He lowered his voice and embellished the story he had just witnessed in the operating room.

Shen Hao pondered for a long time, then slapped his thigh hard.

"Deputy Director Shen, the situation is not good right now. Wang Xiao is now being mentored by Director Zhu Haiming. Although the old director is not as physically strong as before, he provides clear guidance on the key steps and covers all aspects of surgical planning and risk avoidance for Wang Xiao."

Moreover, many resident physicians in the department are now flocking to Wang Xiao, all wanting to learn something from the old director. He doesn't lack assistants at all; he can easily find someone to fill in whenever he calls. The absence due to Li Wei's illness is nothing at all.

"Sigh!" Shen Hao suddenly remembered that Zhu Haiming had left his operating room with a dissatisfied look on his face. Li Lei reminded him that he had stubbornly insisted that the old director couldn't do anything about it.

He was so angry that he slapped his thigh hard, so hard that he winced in pain.

Ignoring the pain, and still seething with anger, he slammed his elbow into the bed again.

"Why was I so stubborn back then! If I had lowered my stance and said a few more kind words to Director Zhu when he was rehired, and kept him in our group, things wouldn't be like this now. It's all my fault!"

The loud bang of Shen Hao hitting the bed board broke the silence of the lounge.

Li Lei, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly sat up straight. Before he even opened his eyes, his hand instinctively reached for the white coat next to him and put it on in one swift motion.

His voice was still groggy from just waking up, but it was also very urgent: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Is there a patient who needs emergency care?"

As he spoke, he struggled to climb down the escalator from the bed. His legs were a little weak, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Seeing his flustered state, Shen Hao waved his hand dejectedly and said weakly, "There's no first aid. Sorry to have disturbed you. Go back to sleep."

Seeing Shen Hao's dejected look, Li Lei responded in a daze, without even opening his eyes, and climbed back onto the upper bunk, burying his head in the pillow.

Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, less than ten seconds later, the deafening snoring started again, even louder than before.

Silence fell in the lounge again, broken only by Li Lei's intermittent snoring.

Shen Hao stared blankly at the ceiling.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, his tone filled with a resigned regret: "Starting tomorrow, tell everyone in the team that we'll leave work promptly at 11 p.m., and we won't have to work all night anymore."

Upon hearing this, Wu Deyang immediately became anxious and hurriedly advised, "Deputy Director Shen, are we just going to give up like this? We're still more than two hundred points short. If we keep fighting, we might still have a chance! If we just admit defeat like this, all our previous efforts will have been for nothing!"

"Opportunity? What opportunity is there left?" Shen Hao gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and said in a tone full of frustration, "We have long since given up hope of competing with Zhu Chunhua's group."

With Director Zhu backing him up, Wang Xiao's surgical volume just won't drop. Even if we work ourselves to death performing surgeries, we still can't catch up.

Now, all we need to do is maintain a steady pace, do the basic work well, avoid any mishaps, and not hinder the hospital's competition for qualifications.

There's no need to push ourselves so hard anymore.

Wu Deyang's heart skipped a beat. He knew very well that if Shen Hao really gave up the competition, the task Lin Gaoming had given him would be a complete failure, and all his previous plans and calculations would be in vain.

His already small eyes narrowed to slits, his black pupils darting around in the darkness, and he hurriedly said, "Deputy Director Shen, you can't say that. I think it's too early to give up now."

No matter how skilled Wang Xiao is, he's still just a young resident. Even if he can endure it, the more he does, the more mistakes he'll make. Who can guarantee they'll never make a mistake in their lifetime? Let's wait and see; maybe he'll stumble soon!

Shen Hao shook his head again, his eyes filled with a complex admiration, and his tone was very firm: "You don't understand, Wang Xiao is different from other young doctors."

He performs surgeries with greater precision than many senior surgeons, paying meticulous attention to detail and scrutinizing every step, even minor bleeding.

They have the ability to clean up even the smallest adhesions perfectly.

And did you know that all the surgeries he performs have a 100% success rate? There hasn't even been a minor postoperative complication, let alone a surgical error.

He paused, looking at Wu Deyang's disbelief, and continued, "This is certainly not luck, it's genuine genius. To encounter such an opponent at such a crucial time, I can only consider myself unlucky."

The success rate is 100%, how is that possible?

Patients certainly like doctors like that, but doctors are human too, and no one is perfect.

Wu Deyang's eyes widened, and his voice involuntarily rose a few decibels. He quickly lowered his voice, afraid of waking Li Lei.

"One hundred percent? How could there be no minor mistakes or complications? Could it be that he secretly tried to cover it up? After all, some minor problems after surgery can be kept from the family."

"Cover it up?" Shen Hao scoffed, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "You can keep it from your family, but how can you keep it from all your colleagues and all those eyes in the department?"

Post-operative rounds, medical record writing, and treatment of complications—how could any of these be kept secret from colleagues? I've reviewed Wang Xiao's surgical records countless times; not a single one is flawless. That's true competence.

Wu Deyang fell silent. The little tricks he had prepared were child's play in the face of Wang Xiao's flawless performance and had no effect whatsoever.

How does he manage to endure so much and still do things so perfectly?

For a fleeting moment, Wu Deyang felt that Wang Xiao was the protagonist of a martial arts novel, while he and Shen Hao seemed to be the damned villains.

He stroked the few remaining short hairs on his forehead and sighed.

Since conventional methods are ineffective, we'll have to increase the intensity.

He slowly stood up, glanced at Li Lei on the upper bunk, and made sure he was fast asleep, his snoring not stopping at all, before moving closer to Shen Hao again.

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and whispered in Shen Hao's ear, his tone laced with a hint of malice: "Deputy Director Shen, I have another idea that might help you break this deadlock."