Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  "Heh heh, I'll wash it away tomorrow." Yang Baozong, known as the number one in the city and nicknamed "Downhill Tiger" on the road, was as gentle as a kitten in front of his brother Bao.

  "After washing up, now he looks like a member of the underworld." Yang Zongbao was very satisfied with Xiao Zong's answer.

  "Brother Bao, back then..." Yang Baozong trailed off, wanting to say more but stopping himself.

  "I know this is a pressing matter, but even from afar I can smell the stench of blood. Let's hold off for now, you live your life and I'll live mine."

  "Alright, whatever Bao Ge says must be right."

  "By the way, are you short-handed at your noodle shop?" Yang Zongbao suddenly asked.

  "What's wrong?"

  "I might be out of a job in a few days, you know, so let's have dinner together."

  "We didn't lack anything, but if Bao Ge comes, we'll be short one. Room and board are included, 700 a month." Yang Baozong thought Bao Ge was joking with him.

  "700 is not low, stronger than 500 I have now in hospital."

  "Which hospital is so stupid, I'll go and hack it for my brother."

  "You, who made you stop studying after elementary school? Now it's not the hooligans that are scary, but rather the hooligans with culture. Study hard."

  "Brother, I'm 22 now." Yang Baozong was fearless of heaven and earth, but feared his brother's nagging.

  "What's wrong with 22? In our prime, we should read more books. Our goal is to turn this noodle shop into a chain enterprise."

  "What Boss said is right."

  Bao Ge's personality hasn't changed at all. He will only stop nagging if you admit defeat and yield to him.

  "What are you learning with your head?" Yang Zongbao spat a mouthful of saliva on Yang Baozong's face.

  "What's to learn?" Yang Baozong really didn't know what to learn.

  "Let's cook, your noodles except for the beef are not a single advantage." Yang Zongbao savored the bowl of beef noodles from earlier, and suddenly tears fell like rain, spicy.

  "Success."

  As soon as he came out of the Baosong noodle shop, Yang Zongbao's dawdling expression changed immediately. Perhaps, perhaps the things from that year should have been settled long ago.

  "Hey, mister."

  Yang Zongbao heard someone behind him calling "Mr." and didn't think it was for himself, so he continued to walk with his head down.

  "Hey, I'm calling you."

  A woman suddenly jumped out in front of him, and looking at her slightly red and thin face, Yang Zongbao did not think he had seen her before.

  "Is it me?" Yang Zongbao pointed uncertainly at himself. Was he being asked to pay child support? Impossible, he was extremely pure in his relationships with women. Growing up like this, except for the other day when Shen Lianlian took some advantage of him, he was a young man who would blush even if a woman saw his bare shoulders.

  "Uh, I am..." The woman suddenly felt embarrassed and was at a loss for words.

  "Miss, I don't know you." Yang Zongbao carefully identified the woman in front of him, still didn't know.

  "A few days ago at the Jian Guo Hotel...” The woman suddenly stopped talking.

  "Oh, hello, what's up?" Yang Zongbao finally remembered the elevator lady who led the way.

  "May I have your contact information?"

  Yang Zongbao really didn't know why this time, just a brief encounter and you want to exchange contact information?

  "Sorry, I don't know you, so let's just forget about it." Yang Zongbao thought this woman was too pretentious.

  "You..."

  Yang Zongbao received a phone call without noticing the woman who couldn't speak behind him.

  "Hey, Director."

  He is the director of anesthesiology department.

  "Would you like to come to the hospital for a visit? I just called your phone and you weren't there." The director spoke in a tentative tone.

  "Anything new?"

  "Let's go to the principal's office."

  "Oh. But it'll take an hour, I'm still outside." Yang Zongbao said honestly, of course this is walking time, Yang Zongbao doesn't have a single cent on him now, what else can he do but walk?

  "What? An hour, you know that everyone present has been waiting for you for a full two hours?" The director's voice on the other end of the phone rose slightly.

  "I don't know." Yang Zongbao really didn't know someone was waiting for him.

  "You hit me first." The director finally compromised.

  "But I don't have a single penny on me."

  "I'll pay when we get to the hospital entrance."

  "Oh."

  After hanging up the phone, Yang Zongbao recalled the director's flustered voice and carefully examined himself, feeling that there was nothing wrong. He still decided to walk over. Maybe he wanted to fire him, but in reality, he had already been fired, and his courage had grown thicker. So he strolled along the way.

  When they arrived at the hospital entrance, the director was waiting at the hospital entrance and grabbed Yang Zongbao as soon as he saw him, pulling him along.

  "How come it's so late? An hour!"

  "There's no money in the purse, so I don't dare fight."

  "I'm talking to you, aren't you usually quite brave? How come when it comes to a critical moment, you're useless?"

  "It's really useful." Yang Zongbao responded with a seemingly affirmative yet uncertain tone.

  The office of the dean is very lively. The directors of various departments have all come after hearing the news, and Wang Liyang and Li Ze have also arrived.

  Both familiar and unfamiliar people are all gathered together. It's really bustling with activity.

  "Is he here?" The old director's face was pitch black, and he could rival Bao Gong Ge Ge.

  "Here."

  Everyone knows that this is a statement, not a question, but Yang Zongbao still treated it as a question to answer. Can't help but make people angry? So after Yang Zongbao finished answering, someone whispered and burst out laughing.

  "Let's cut to the chase, I've brought you here to assess your clinical skills." The old director spoke up: "The operating room has prepared several animal experiments for you, go and do it."

  "What kind of experiment is this?" Yang Zongbao thought to himself that they were going to fire him, and fire him with a clear conscience?

  "Animal experiments, just a simple coronary artery bypass grafting and a heart-lung transplant." Wang Liyang said with schadenfreude.

  "I'm an anesthesiologist." Yang Zongbao thought, what's going on? He himself was an anesthesiologist, and this kind of thing shouldn't be done by him. Moreover, it would take a long time, possibly several tens of hours for two surgeries. Could he do it alone? This was something that usually required decades of clinical experience, and only a chief physician could accomplish. But he had just graduated, were these people crazy? He should find an excuse to decline and not have to do this.

  "We know who you are, but we found out that your entrance exam was the first in the whole hospital. Many colleagues are suspicious of your score, so we hope you can prove your ability with actions." The old director saw Yang Zongbao's embarrassed expression and finally regained his composure, relaxed a lot, and took a sip of the tea on the table.

  Green tea looks good, brewed in a glass cup. A full large cup.

  "Oh, but I'm an anaesthesiologist." Yang Zongbao emphasized again.

  "The hospital entrance exam is comprehensive, I think there must be someone in the hospital helping him, some of the words on this we don't even recognize." Li Ze seized the opportunity to frame and slander, with ulterior motives, even slandering the head of anesthesia as an accomplice, helping Yang Zongbao cheat.

  "Li, the deputy director." The anesthesiology department's Director Mao wasn't someone to be trifled with either, and he intentionally emphasized the word "deputy", "If I remember correctly, didn't Old Director Zhou bring this thing back himself?"

  You engineers of life also have such a humanized side, quarreling over these trivial matters.

  "Alright, you don't have to lower yourselves. The students we're cultivating in the medical college now are just technical workers, not real engineers. You also need to participate in the evaluation and scoring." The old dean spoke up.

  "This I won't do," said Yang Zongbao after a moment's thought.

  "Why?" asked the old principal.

  "Why? What else can I say? No way." Wang Liyang really had a deep grudge against Yang Zongbao, and would occasionally make a cold joke about it.

  This person's temper is really bad, and his skills are not good either. Such a person staying in the hospital is also a disaster. Should I get rid of him this time too, just to do a good deed for other poor patients? Yang Zongbao thought so, and his gaze at Wang Liyang was no longer kind.

  Others may not know, but Yang Zongbao himself had long been aware of the violent side in his heart, the desperate impulse to break free and risk everything. The two years of inhumane life in the mental hospital were enough to shape the character of a 12-year-old child.

  That's the most dangerous prison, where they lock up either mentally normal or abnormal criminals or severely dangerous patients. People who are sent there aren't seeking treatment, but are treated as trash to be disposed of. I don't know how Shen's family managed to get themselves sent there. The open grounds are no less than a purgatory for a 12-year-old kid.

  Recalling that period of experience, Yang Zongbao's temperament changed abruptly, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "I won't operate on animals, only on living people. Prepare two patients for me, Zhou Chuan will be my assistant, and I want Li Sisi as my scrub nurse."

  Among the directors of various departments, there were those with exceptional vision who quickly discovered the change in Yang Zongbao's aura.

  "How could you, who do you think you are? How is this possible? You're a living person, do you think you can play with the life of a patient?" Wang Liyang was the first to jump up.

  "It's not up to you to decide whether I take it or not. Let me operate, and if anesthesia is needed, let Director Mao do it himself. I don't trust anyone else." Yang Zongbao said, looking at the old director, but in fact, this was a game of wits, and Yang Zongbao was also taking a gamble - would the old director dare to let him do it?

  This is an unprecedented event, and no one dares to gamble like this.

  "Prepare two patients." The old director's gaunt face showed excitement and frenzy that only young people had.

  This is a crazy thing, after the old dean calmed down, he felt frightened, and all the other directors were dismissed by him. The office was left with only him, Yang Zongbao, and Zhou Chuang who came to deliver the medical records.

  "Here." Zhou Chuan expressionlessly handed over the medical records to Yang Zongbao.

  "Thank you." Yang Zongbao didn't waste any words either, and with time being of the essence, he picked up the medical records and began to study them. It was a very typical case, not complicated at all, almost entirely solvable with basic skills. Although Yang Zongbao had watched many videos of the entire surgical process, this was his first time performing it, so he felt somewhat nervous.

  The first patient had a myocardial infarction and underwent coronary artery bypass grafting. The second one was a heart-lung transplant, which is more difficult. Why are they all external chest surgeries? Yang Zongbao found it strange.

  "Is your heart and lung ready?" Yang Zongbao worried about the second patient who had a heart and lung transplant, where the transplanted body was.

  "Don't worry about it anymore, I've already sent a plane to pick him up, he'll arrive tomorrow morning." The old director felt that his brain was not being utilized enough.

  "Alive?" Yang Zongbao's mind sounded an alarm: "Who went to get it?"

  "Deputy Director of your department, Li Ze."

  "No way, I'm not at ease, I hope someone else goes." Yang Zongbao deliberately avoided mentioning his dislike for Li Ze.

  "You're really something. The old director is now debt-free, and all of Yang Zongbao's wishes have been fulfilled. It's not common for someone who just graduated a few months ago to be on the operating table so quickly. Moreover, he dared to take on two such major surgeries in public, which shows remarkable courage. And now, he's leisurely reviewing the medical records - no matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like an unprepared person. Plus, the patient from earlier was a last-minute decision, and there's no possibility of cheating or leaking questions beforehand."

  The old director is now regretful, wishing he could slap himself twice. What if something goes wrong? It's all because of his own impulsive behavior, and now it's too late to regret it. In front of so many people, he can't afford to lose face by taking back what he said earlier. The first operation was simple, but the key is the second one! The entire hospital can't even do 10 operations like this in a year, isn't that just ridiculous?