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

  "George." A man suddenly appeared behind George, patted his shoulder and said: "Thanks to you, nobody here dares to perform such a big operation on their face."

  "I'm going, Lin, are you using me as an experiment?" George took off his gloves and grasped Lin's hand.

  "Hey, sorry about that. Can't find a good doctor, and there are two more to go. Why don't you let our doctor here do a demonstration?" asked the one with the surname Lin.

  "Great." George was about to float when he was praised.

  "It's just that this cost is really hard to calculate." Mr. Lin pretended to be embarrassed and kept apologizing.

  "We're so familiar, the cost is easy to discuss." George, this American, really couldn't understand the intricacies of the Chinese mind. How can a 200-year history compare with a country that has a 5,000-year history? You'll be cheated to death without even discussing it.

  "I charge 500 yuan per piece, payment in cash." Yang Zongbao, who had been ignored all along, took the initiative to show his presence and expressed his determination not to work for nothing.

  "Who is this?" Lin finally noticed that the anesthesiologist sitting in front of the anesthesia machine was unfamiliar, so he asked George.

  "This is my friend Yang Zongbao. He's an anaesthesiologist at the provincial hospital. I'm not saying that your anaesthesiologists aren't good, am I?" George explained.

  "So it was, then there are two more surgeries, in total..."

  "That's a total of 1,500 yuan, pay in cash." Yang Zongbao showed no mercy.

  "This... haha, Dr. Yang won't shortchange you." The one surnamed Lin was good at being smooth and didn't show his displeasure.

  The nurse tidied up the operating room a bit and a middle-aged woman was pushed in.

  "Female, 52 years old, the surgery is to remove a breast prosthesis and then re-implant another one." George briefly flipped through the medical records and said to Yang Zongbao.

  "Let me take a look." Even outside, Yang Zongbao still adheres to his own principles when it comes to checking anesthetized patients. He only does what he can do and refuses to do anything that doesn't meet the standards.

  "Can it be done?" George asked.

  "It can begin now."

  After getting Yang Zongbao's affirmation, George was ready to start the operation.

  The man with the surname Lin has been standing by. It seems strange that George is mainly working with that anesthesiologist Yang. I got to know George because of studying abroad, but he was a big shot in school and we only knew each other casually. This time, I heard he came back to China to support medical care, so I asked him to perform a few surgeries to improve the medical level here. Unexpectedly, he brought an anesthesiologist with him. Because I don't quite understand the key points, Mr. Lin didn't say anything and just quietly observed. He also called over several doctors from the institution to observe from outside the window.

  The middle-aged woman was quickly knocked down. Generally, once you enter the operating room, nothing will be left for you, and everything will be stripped off. So the state of the body is completely exposed. The woman lies on the operating table, with her chest protruding upwards. At a glance, it's clear that it's fake. The real thing is because it's fat, once lying down, it all flows to one side. It's impossible to be as firm and upright as it is now.

  George touched it with his hand: "My god, it's too hard, how can this woman stand it."

  "Broken?" Yang Zongbao asked if the gel inside had broken.

  "Hmm, I guess it's going to be tough," George said, and then picked up the electrocautery and began cutting along the lower edge of the breast.

  The air was suddenly filled with the smell of barbecue. As the surgical field was exposed, the situation inside the woman's chest was laid bare. The previously implanted gel had ruptured. The contents of the rupture spread and mixed with yellowish fat, some even penetrating into the muscle tissue of the chest.

  "This should be subjected to violent stimulation before these colloids rupture." Yang Zongbao said.

  "Hehehe..."

  Suddenly George laughed very lewdly and wantonly.

  "Take away your disgusting smile." Yang Zongbao immediately understood the impure thoughts of that foreign devil.

  "Alright, am I not even allowed to say it when others have done the same thing?" George resentfully started cleaning up those unnatural substances that didn't belong on his body.

  Time is passing bit by bit, and some colloids have already combined with muscles so tightly that they can't be separated.

  "Today's prosthesis can't be implanted, just look at this woman, it's really pitiful." George said sympathetically as he looked at the blurry surgical site.

  "Then it's the second operation?" asked a man with the surname Lin on the side.

  "It's okay, next time if I'm not around, just use a water bag, it's safer." George started putting the woman's breasts back in place. Only this time there was no content inside, and the difference was very noticeable. It was like two empty bags hanging from her chest.

  The patient was sent out of the operating room without waking up, and Yang Zongbao did it on purpose. Because the postoperative pain is unbearable for the patient.

  "Your incision is too big." The second and third surgical teams, Yang Zongbao and George, discuss the shortcomings of the previous surgery.

  "But if the cut isn't big enough, how are we going to clean out all that stuff?" George retorted.

  "It's just a waste of time." Yang Zongbao said gloomily. That woman will have scars for the rest of her life. But George was not wrong about this. Everyone has their own way. Just like when people want to reach a destination, there are many roads they can take.

  "I reserve judgment on this," George said.

  "Ah, I was overthinking." Yang Zongbao smiled and asked: "What's with the third one?"

  "Raise your buttocks." George said as he handed over the medical record to Yang Zongbao: "This is simple."

  Yang Zongbao took it over and flipped through it: "It's relatively simple, just add a fake butt."

  "The patient is here, let's begin." George stood up to greet as he saw the third surgical patient coming in.

  Yang Zongbao found George paused for a moment and also stood up to look, his face immediately fell.

  The patient was brought in lying down. When the sheet was lifted, a huge purple-brown swelling surrounded the anus.

  "What shall we do?" George asked.

  Yang Zongbao thought for a moment and said to the patient who was lying down: "You have mixed hemorrhoids, would you consider having them treated?"

  The patient lay down with his whole face red: "Do it, do it."

  "Come on, get the ring gun," said Yang Zongbao.

  "But I'm not good at anal sex. Yang, can you?"

  "Absolutely not, don't look for me." Yang Zongbao absolutely did not want to go there.

  "Don't you know he has hemorrhoids?" George aimed the contradiction at Mr. Lin.

  "I knew it, but I didn't think it was this serious. We were also shocked when we saw it today. Can't the surgery be done together?" said Mr. Lin after some consideration.

  "I'm not very good at rectal surgery, sorry." George spread his hands helplessly.

  "What can be done about this?" The one surnamed Lin also became somewhat anxious. There were many doctors here who operated on faces, but no one had ever operated down there before.

  "How much does this operation cost?" Yang Zongbao suddenly asked. His big eyes sparkled with spirit in the dimly lit operating room.

  "What can you do?" said Mr. Lin sarcastically, thinking that an anesthesiologist had nothing to do with these matters.

  "Not me, I can find someone who can do it." Yang Zongbao is very sensitive to numbers and doesn't mind the other party's bad attitude: "How much money will you give?"

  "Is a surgical operation like this given to 2000 doctors?" said Mr. Lin with a smile.

  "Three thousand then." Yang Zongbao haggled over the price.

  "Alright, you call someone, but the surgery still needs to be completed." The surname Lin person finally came to his senses, this anesthesiologist Yang was serious. Thought he was young and couldn't get anyone to come, didn't expect him to make a phone call. Twenty minutes later, Hu Dong rushed over in a flurry.

  "I'm here." Hu Dong came in under the lead of a small nurse.

  "It's just a hemorrhoid." Yang Zongbao stretched out three fingers: "I'll give you 3,000."

  "What a wonderful thing?" Hu Dong's exaggerated tone matched Yang Zongbao's miserly nature.

  "Ah, more than what you earn at the hospital. Since it's a good opportunity, I thought of you." The friendship between Yang Zongbao and Hu Dong was not shallow, so they spoke to each other in a relatively casual manner.

  It's also common for professors at provincial hospitals to do surgeries outside of their regular work, and what they can get is only the annual salary provided by the hospital. This 3000 yuan is considered extra income, and if they can earn it, they will. Generally, professors at provincial hospitals all have part-time jobs outside. Sometimes they even need to go to other provinces for part-time work, so every weekend there will be a situation where the director of the department is absent. Once, a municipal leader suddenly fell ill, but because it was Saturday, all the doctors with some weight went out for consultations, resulting in not being able to find an authoritative doctor at all. So from then on, everyone agreed that each week, each hospital and each department would leave one director-level doctor in the city. Therefore, doctors earning extra income is an unspoken rule in the industry, and everyone can understand it. However, Hu Dong didn't come this time for the 3000 yuan. Mainly to give face to Yang Zongbao, after all, Hu Dong's outside consultation fee is not just a few thousand yuan.

  "Excuse me, are you...?" Lin's surname was one look at Hu Dong's momentum and it was very strong, so he hurriedly greeted him.

  "I am the director of general surgery at the provincial hospital." Hu Dong got excited. Because it's rare to see such a large hemorrhoid that hasn't been treated yet.

  "So it's Director Hu, welcome to our hospital." The one surnamed Lin was indeed skilled at flattering, and immediately understood the value of Hu Dong: "May I have your phone number? You're welcome to come to our hospital for consultations anytime."

  "Let's take another look at this, today is for our little Yang's face." Hu Dong didn't forget to give Yang Zongbao some face.

  "Is that so? Then thank you, Little Yang." The one with the surname Lin now understood that this little anesthesiologist might really have some connections. He opened a beauty center to make money, but he was afraid of not having good and experienced doctors in charge. Once a medical accident occurred, all the money he had made for generations would be gone, and if things went wrong, even he himself would end up in jail. But if he could get on the fast track at the Provincial Hospital, then when problems arose, he could ask for help. Having made up his mind, the one with the surname Lin prepared to give Yang Zongbao and Hu Dong a higher salary.

  Hu Dong didn't say anything and directly washed his hands before going on stage.

  "Tsk tsk, this hemorrhoid is really something. " Hu Dong sighed. Mainly because it's precious due to its rarity, such a large mixed hemorrhoid is too ugly to look at.

  After disinfection, Hu Dong picked them out one by one like picking mulberries. Not to mention that hemorrhoids and mulberries really have some similarities, both are purple, and both are clustered together.

  Even if it's a big hemorrhoid, Hu Dong would have handled it in about 2 hours.

  "Honestly, it's a big deal." Hu Dong finished the operation and stepped down with satisfaction: "I'm telling you, Yang Zongbao, you're making a fortune here!"

  "That man is George's friend. Come and help." Yang Zongbao was indeed knowledgeable but didn't speak unnecessarily.