"Uncle Zheng," Fang Yuan greeted him. "It's nothing, I simply don't want to see her continue in the medical field."
The dean glanced at Su Jing and then back at Fang Yuan. "What did Su do to upset you?"
"I'm not upset," Fang Yuan calmly replied. "It's just that it's the first time I've heard of heart failure patients being treated with heart stabilizers and comfort to manage endocarditis and valve peripheral leakage."
"Doesn't that mean the patient was being given a temporary boost? Half an hour later, he would have been beyond saving!" Dean Zheng frowned at Su Jing.
Fang Yuan remarked casually, "I can only say that the criteria at your hospital are too lenient."
Turning to Su Jing, Dean Zheng inquired, "Su, why didn't you perform the operation on the patient?"
Su Jing confessed guiltily, "Dean, Old Master's condition was extremely critical, and we felt helpless…"
"You were trying to stabilize his heart and provide temporary relief, but you knew there was no way to reverse the situation! As a doctor, you cannot condemn a patient to death when there's a chance for them to survive! How could you do that?"
Before Su Jing could respond, Dean Zheng expressed his disappointment. "Just leave. Renyi Hospital can't keep you, and you won't be able to work in this industry in the future." Those who prioritized their own future over the patient's life were unfit to be doctors!
Dean Zheng held a prominent position as the president of the National Medicine Association, and his words effectively meant that Su Jing would find it nearly impossible to secure employment in the field.
"Dean, please give me another chance!" Su Jing pleaded, aware that the dean was pushing her away out of concern for the potential consequences if Young Master Bo held her accountable. She didn't want to leave this place. The salary was generous, and everyone treated her well. Her future should have been bright. It was all because of that accursed girl!
"Just remove her from here!" Dean Zheng turned to Bo Yi and offered an apology. "I'm sorry that something like this occurred under my jurisdiction. But without Yuan's assistance, I would have made a grave error!"
Ignoring the dean, Master Bo turned to Fang Yuan and asked, "What is your name?"
He was a man of few words, his expressions as cold as his words.
Fang Yuan responded graciously, "Fang Yuan."
"Give me your phone number." With that, Bo Yi handed his phone to her, allowing her to input her contact information herself.
Fang Yuan accepted the phone and understood his intention. It meant that she would be responsible if anything happened to Old Master Bo. She left her contact number so they could stay in touch in the future.
Taking the man's phone, she swiftly entered a series of digits with her fair and slender fingers. Returning the phone to him, she spoke, "After the operation, Old Master may experience early morning sternal instability due to multiple previous thoracotomies. Healing may be slightly challenging, and there may be swelling from extracorporeal circulation and multiple intubations. These are all normal occurrences." She made it clear that she was not lacking in medical knowledge.
He gazed at her features and asked in a deep voice, "How can the pain be alleviated?"
Fang Yuan glanced at the six or seven cardiovascular specialists standing behind him. "They can handle this minor issue. Uncle Zheng, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
"Very well…"
Fang Yuan changed out of her sterile clothing in the changing room, donned a baseball cap, and prepared to depart with her backpack.
"Fang Xiaoyuan!" Chen Yang caught up with her. "Is your right hand alright? I was about to ask, what happened to your right hand? How did you perform the surgery?" It seemed peculiar for a right-handed person to wield the scalpel with their left hand.
"I'm fine," Fang Yuan replied, rolling her wrist indifferently. "I got into a fight last night."
Chen Yang's face showed a mix of emotions. "So, you know how to fight?" What kind of mission was this? Not only could she effortlessly acquire valuable mystical medicines, but she could also fight.
"Are you left-handed or right-handed? Which hand do you use for surgery?" Yang Chen couldn't help but be curious.
"Either hand will suffice," Fang Yuan responded.
Yang Chen was stunned. "Are you truly human?"
Just then, an elderly man rushed in and exclaimed, "Excuse me, excuse me, what are you doing here, Little Yuan?"
Fang Yuan's eyes lit up as she recognized him. "Grandpa Chen?"
"Little Yuan, are you here for my surgery as well? May I have the honor of assisting you?" he asked eagerly.
Fang Yuan replied, "I'm already finished."
"What? You're finished?" Chen Yongchang panted heavily, having rushed here due to traffic, only to find out that the surgery was already completed.
"You did it yourself?" Chen Yongchang asked, astonished.
"And with his help too," Fang Yuan gestured towards Chen Yang.