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

  "How old are you?" Zhou Chuan couldn't help but compare the last advantage, thinking of himself as a talent. He skipped several grades in school and graduated with a master's degree at 23, which was quite impressive. Typically, medical master's graduates are around 26 years old. After all, undergraduate studies in medicine take five years.

  Graduating three years earlier than others is neither too much nor too little to say, but it's also a proud capital. So asking Yang Zongbao's age in hopes of finding some comfort.

  "Almost 22."

  Who would have thought that Yang Zongbao's answer would add another blow to Zhou Chuan?

  "How old were you when you went to college?"

  "It's almost time."

  "When did you go to high school?"

  "Haven't you ever been?"

  "So you went to university right after finishing junior high?"

  "I didn't even finish middle school."

  "Didn't you study and just took the exam?"

  "No, I reviewed for a year before taking it. However, from 12 to 15 years old, I still persisted in reading books."

  Yang Zongbao's answer made Zhou Chuang even more confused, perhaps the other party had hired a home tutor. If they had hired a home tutor, it wouldn't be a big deal to finish 6 years of study in 3 years. After all, a student has limited time to attend school within a year, and excluding rest days, only half of the time is spent in class. So learning two years' worth of material in one year isn't earth-shattering.

  If Zhou Chuan knew that Yang Zongbao had spent two years in a mental hospital, he probably wouldn't think it was reasonable now.

  Before I knew it, we had arrived at the operating room, which was still that fully transparent one used for teaching.

  Yang Zongbao found it strange, could it be that this hospital had so much money that they didn't know where to spend it? Every day they open up the operating room, and that's a daily expenditure of tens of thousands of yuan.

  However, Yang Zongbao was not arrogant to think that all of this was for himself. What is he anyway? I remember last time when a specialist in extracorporeal circulation came here for consultation, only a general operating room was opened.

  Actually, the art of assigning operating rooms is also quite complex. The more powerful the department head, the better the operating room they are given. Generally, a less influential internal medicine department head will be assigned an operating room with the most inadequate facilities.

  "Xiao Yang, we're on the same stage again?"

  Director Hu Dong still arrived early, and the patient had already entered the operating room.

  "Hmm, I'm going to work today. Who is it that needs to use this operating room?" Yang Zongbao decided to ask clearly.

  "Heh heh, a friend." Director Hu Dong is indeed very easy to talk to.

  "Pancreatitis?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Haha, that's acceptable."

  Surgery for pancreatitis is best performed in a clean environment, the cleaner the better.

  "I'll go ask the director, after all it's such a big operation." Yang Zongbao knew that he was just a lower-level doctor today, and generally those with some status and position would be anesthetized by the director of anesthesia personally.

  "It's not necessary anymore, your director will be here soon."

  Suddenly, there were many people outside making a lot of noise, Yang Zongbao looked up and saw that there were many familiar faces inside.

  "Today is your director's open class, otherwise you think I have such a big face to open this operating room." Hu Dong director whispered mysteriously in Yang Zongbao's ear.

  "Ah, some acquaintances."

  They were all classmates who had just seen each other yesterday, and didn't expect to see each other again so soon. However, many graduate students have worked in hospitals before taking the entrance exam, so Yang Zongbao thinks it's not a big deal to prepare some anesthetics beforehand. But in the eyes of others, this has become somewhat ambiguous.

  "Isn't that the newcomer from yesterday?"

  "What? How did you end up here?"

  "Don't you know? He's actually Dean Mao's student, but he's got a thick face to flatter him like that."

  "It's just that, without even attending classes yet, they're already preparing for surgery on their own, it's really shameless."

  “……”

  There are many such rumors.

  "You don't seem very popular."

  Hu Dong gave Yang Zongbao a meaningful look.

  "I don't know either."

  It's not unfair at all, Yang Zongbao doesn't even know why he's so unpopular, it's only been a day after all.

  Yang Zongbao was unaware that in each grade and department, there were several small cliques. Generally, after a month of school, the divisions had already been made, and those who should have formed alliances had done so. The various factions had reached a balance with one another. Suddenly dropping in someone like Yang Zongbao would make anyone feel like they had found a common enemy. Of course, this didn't rule out some good intentions, but the spark of camaraderie was always extinguished by the din of criticism. As a result, Yang Zongbao saw only this awkward situation.

  "What's all the noise? The operation has started, if you don't want to listen then get out."

  The anesthesiology department's big shot, Director Mao, has arrived. From the very beginning, he was intimidating. I knew that the director had a bad temper, but I didn't expect him to dare to publicly tell students to get out. What incredible audacity!

  As soon as the director called out, there was suddenly no sound outside. Because this is an interactive teaching session, the soundproofing facilities were all opened up to facilitate communication between inside and outside the operating room.

  Yang Zongbao didn't have much of an expression and didn't bother explaining anything either.

  "What should be paid attention to when anesthetizing a patient with pancreatitis?"

  The director stood aside, without washing his hands, and let Yang Zongbao prepare alone.

  “……”

  Outside the scene was quiet, no one knew that the director would suddenly ask this question.

  "Nobody knows what you're going back to read, what qualifications do you have to read?"

  "Does Yang Zongbao know?"

  Qian Shuangshuang cried out in dissatisfaction, but was pulled back by Qian Qingchuan.

  "What's wrong with you? I'm telling the truth."

  Qian Shuangshuang dissatisfiedly shook off her brother's hand.

  "Do you want to know why?"

  The director suddenly spoke up at this time.

  "You all watch carefully next and then comment after you've finished watching."

  Then let Yang Zongbao start.

  Receiving the director's gaze, Yang Zongbao began the anesthesia.

  Anesthetics are mainly a few points, painkillers, muscle relaxants, and sedatives. Patients with pancreatitis are generally relatively weak, so the dosage of medication should be slightly lighter.

  All these are not the point, the key is that all actions are done by one person, and it should be more organized.

  Generally, after the administration of a drug is completed, the patient will not immediately stop breathing and the oxygen content in the blood will not rapidly decrease. However, this patient was very unusual, as soon as the muscle relaxant was administered, the monitor emitted a sharp alarm sound, and the oxygen content in the blood rapidly decreased.

  Hu Dong director couldn't sit still, leaned over to Mao director and said: "Old Mao, it's your turn now, my friend."

  "What's the hurry?" Director Mao, still sharp-minded, crossed his hands, showing no intention of intervening.

  When he saw Director Mao's calm demeanor, Hu Dong also calmed down. However, the students outside all stood up from their seats and pressed against the glass observation window to get a closer look at what was happening.

  "Get out of the way."

  Yang Zongbao was suddenly pushed open and felt inexplicable himself.

  Feng Yuxiang suddenly pushed Yang Zongbao away from the patient's head. He picked up the laryngoscope and started to intubate the patient. Although he was flustered, the endotracheal tube entered the patient's airway very smoothly.

  "What's wrong with you? Hurry up and get some oxygen."

  Feng Yuxiang shouted at Yang Zongbao after wiping the tube. But Yang Zongbao had already taken the oxygen tube and was waiting beside him.

  From then on, there was no more suspense, and the patient's blood oxygen levels returned to normal.

  However, Feng Yuxiang completely replaced Yang Zongbao and stood beside the anesthetic platform.

  "That's really amazing..."

  "It's still our class who is awesome at critical moments..."

  "You've got the wrong person."

  "That's it, nothing more, brother can also do."

  Qian Shuangshuang said with her mouth that she didn't care, but her eyes were shining brightly as she stared at Feng Yuxiang in the operating room. Even a blind person could see it - Qian Shuangshuang had fallen.

  Director Mao stood on one side with a hint of anger on his face, saying nothing, neither praise nor criticism, just standing there.

  Feng Yuxiang took over the main position, and Yang Zongbao had to quietly take the record book in his hand and record the surgical situation.

  There was a part in the operating room that exceeded Feng Yuxiang's imagination, such as at this time Director Mao did not severely criticize Yang Zongbao, but those are afterwords. Today he performed very well and is very satisfied, definitely leaving a good impression on these doctors and nurses, so other trivial matters do not need to be considered by him anymore. As for Yang Zongbao, looking at how he can only record the surgical records now, it's also quite a blow.

  Feng Yuxiang's mouth corners twitched upwards at this thought.

  "Lao Mao, is this also one of your students? Not bad." Hu Dong said as he stepped onto the operating table.

  “……”

  Director Mao didn't say a word and just stood there without any movement.

  Feng Yuxiang's heart became even more tense. At this moment, it was necessary to show something different from the others, so he moved a footstool for the surgeon and sat down on one side, put on his headphones and started listening to music.

  This action immediately triggered a burst of exclamation from the surrounding classmates. It has to be said that Feng Yuxiang still had some skills, and among his classmates, he was really persuasive, without any dissatisfaction or discord. Most people thought it was a genius's eccentric behavior, very characteristic.

  Hu Dong didn't show much expression, but Zhou Chuang, who had been silent the whole time, frowned slightly in dissatisfaction.

  The operation went very smoothly, and it has to be said that Feng Yuxiang also had some real skills. As soon as the time came for anesthesia, he promptly completed the task without missing a beat. The blood and heartbeat were well controlled.

  Yang Zongbao hasn't enjoyed such leisure for a long time, sitting on one side just recording is enough. Life feels so good, if every day had such a fool it would be great, he could relax a lot.

  As soon as the operation was over, Director Mao came out of the operating room with a serious expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking about until the end.

  "Take him to the hospital."

  This is the second sentence Feng Yuxiang said after Yang Zongbao entered surgery. After finishing speaking, he left with a flourish.

  "You have a competitor now." Director Hu Dong said to Yang Zongbao after stepping down from the operating table.

  “……”

  Yang Zongbao ignored him and asked directly: "Is the patient being sent to the ICU?"

  "What do you think?" Director Hu Dong put away his joking attitude and sincerely sought Yang Zongbao's opinion.

  "The ICU is pretty good, you have eight tubes inserted into your body."

  "Whatever you say."

  "Uh-huh."

  After Yang Zongbao sent the patient back to the ICU, he was stopped by Li Sisi.

  "That..."

  The little girl's face was red and she lowered her head, twisting and turning, and from Yang Zongbao's line of sight, he could only see the top of her head.

  “……”

  Embarrassing, extremely embarrassing, the prolonged silence made Li Sisi's head almost smoke. Yang Zongbao found it interesting but didn't think he had a responsibility to resolve this awkwardness. Although he didn't care earlier, his youthful heart still felt somewhat uncomfortable; now seeing the little nurse looking flustered and uneasy, his emotions were slightly alleviated.

  "Excuse me, Director Mao wants you to go to the doctor's office."

  Finally, the little nurse plucked up her courage: "Also, about today's matter, don't mind it..."