Healing Doctor

Chapter 474 Ruthless Character

"Guide, you have so much more experience."

"These days, most gentlemen just learn about the procedures at funeral homes and make a living off the fringes," Director Fan chuckled. "Do you know how fiercely they compete with each other?"

"Fight? Isn't it just running a small business?" Director Fan's assistant asked, puzzled.

"In such a big hospital, so many people die every day. The job of a geomancer is much more lucrative than that of a doctor," Director Fan said. "However, the competition between them is also fierce. A few years ago, there was a hospital near my home where two groups fought late at night, and I heard that several people died and were injured."

"!!!"

"But I wouldn't dare do that anymore," Director Fan said. "It's about cracking down on organized crime, you know what I mean."

"Hahaha," Director Fan's assistant laughed, "Director, is it true?"

"Hospitals have a lot of money; after all, it involves birth, aging, illness, and death—it's a major issue. It wasn't just geomancers; even scalpers used to have their own gangs and factions. Can you believe that?"

Director Fan's assistant shook his head; he had never heard of such things before.

"Director, I noticed you seemed to know everything about this when you were talking about it."

"Hey, you're an honest kid, always well-behaved." Director Fan chuckled. "When I was little, I was a troublemaker too. Back then, a group of older students would come and bother me every day. I asked you, what would you do if it were you?"

"I don't know about this kind of thing."

"I was beaten twice, and I was furious. I knew I couldn't beat them; they had knives. Who knew if they were just bluffing or if they would really do it? Even if I got carried away, I couldn't take it."

Director Fan's assistant thought about it and still felt there was no way to solve it. He was very curious about how Director Fan had done it.

"I filled a plastic bag with poop, sealed it tightly, and put it in my schoolbag. When school was over, that group of people were already waiting for me at the gate. My heart was pounding, but when I touched the soft plastic bag in my schoolbag, I gritted my teeth and walked over," Director Fan said very seriously.

"There were many of them, but when I took out the plastic bag and opened it, everyone was stunned. No matter what they were holding, no one dared to come closer."

Director Fan's assistant gave a thumbs up.

Anyone who dares to throw a bag of excrement at someone must be ruthless. His own director is indeed capable of doing such a thing, based on his understanding of Director Fan.

"I didn't disperse my firepower either; I grabbed their leader and chased after him. Everyone saw me chasing them around the school playground that day, carrying a bag full of excrement."

"!!!"

This wasn't just a vivid image, it also had a lingering smell. Director Fan's assistant vaguely smelled that bag of old shit from decades ago, lingering around him. No, lingering around Director Fan for a long time.

"I was holding my breath and finally caught up with him. He was carrying a stick, but I don't know where he threw it away. When I caught up with him, the kid immediately knelt down."

"And then, Director?" Director Fan's assistant asked.

"This is my only chance," Director Fan laughed. "If I can't win this time, I'm doomed." The man was completely dumbfounded when he saw me holding a plastic bag in one hand and a handful of excrement in the other.

"In the end, I fed him a mouthful and smeared it all over his body and face. Seriously, this hothead who wouldn't flinch even if someone pulled out a knife is actually afraid of poop, hahaha."

Director Fan burst into laughter as he spoke.

The assistant stared blankly at Director Fan, thinking, "This guy is a real tough guy!"

"A few days later, the kid transferred schools."

"Awesome!" exclaimed Director Fan's assistant.

"There's nothing impressive about it; I was just forced into a corner. But after that, nobody at school talked to me anymore, and I didn't have a single friend. Yet, nobody dared to mess with me either. This incident had a huge impact on me; from then on, I was willing to try any path, no matter how dangerous."

Director Fan's assistant had a sudden realization; his boss was truly a ruthless person.

"What kind of patient is it? Will we have any material?" Director Fan finished telling the story and looked longingly into the ward.

"Should I go take a look?"

"No need," Director Fan said. "If they don't allow it, we won't do it. It's good that everyone follows the rules. Otherwise, it would be a waste to film it and it won't be released."

Just then, Director Li and Ji Xiang, dressed in surgical gowns, hurried over.

"Director Li," Director Fan said with a beaming smile, "you've come for a consultation too?"

"An emergency." Director Li smiled and strode into the ward.

These doctors, including Ji Xiang, are all scumbags, Director Fan's assistant thought to himself.

"Director Fan, do we perform many similar surgeries in our department?" Ji Xiang asked, looking at the tasks in the upper right corner of his career page.

This is a very difficult task, as evidenced by the reward of 2 free attribute points.

When Ji Xiang arrived, Director Li had already given a brief account of the patient's condition—a 76-year-old male patient with lower gastrointestinal bleeding, the location of which part of the intestine was unknown, medication to stop the bleeding was ineffective, and his hemoglobin had dropped to 40g.

"Not much, Dr. Ji, do you know the risks involved in this type of surgery?" Director Li asked seriously.

"The risk lies in whether we can perform surgery immediately to remove the necrotic intestine."

"Yes, but no," Director Li said. "The key to performing this surgery is whether you can have a surgeon you can trust."

"Believe?" Ji Xiang didn't understand. He looked at Director Li with a puzzled expression.

"Idiot!" Director Li raised his hand and tapped Ji Xiang on the head, as if the Bodhi Patriarch were tapping a monkey.

"This is a dead end. If there were any other way, they wouldn't let us go. Let me put it this way, if the gastrointestinal surgeon can't remove it after we've performed the surgery, that would be a clear case of medical malpractice, and the kind that can lead to criminal charges."

Ji Xiang remained silent.

What Director Li said was the same as what the system NPC said, but Ji Xiang didn't understand this point when he was in the system's operating room.

Only after Director Li emphasized it again did he start to take it seriously.

In the words of the system NPCs, performing such surgery is like having one foot in the door and the other outside.

In Ji Xiang's mind, isn't this how it should be? Everyone should help each other and work together.

But the reality is different from what we imagined.

"Old Li, come and take a look!" A chubby doctor saw Director Li, slurped back the drool from the corner of his mouth, and pulled Director Li's arm to lead him inside.

"Xiao Ji, this is Zou, the deputy director of our gastrointestinal surgery department..."

"What time is it? Go take a look at the patient and get him on the operating table right away," said the short, stout, drooling Director Zou hurriedly. "There's no other way. Take a look, make sure it can be done, and get him on the table as soon as possible."

Director Li quickened his pace, making the most of his time to review documents and see patients.

Ji Xiang followed behind Director Li. The short, fat man was sweating profusely and panting heavily if he walked even a little faster; it was clear that he had poor lung capacity.

"Slurp." The short, fat man swallowed hard before speaking. "Old Li, let's go."

"Go!" Director Li quickly glanced through the patient's file and said, "The patient's family knows, right? You take the patient to the hybrid operating room first, and I'll explain things to the family."

"Slurp~"

(End of this chapter)