The experienced neurosurgeons gathered around a man with a tall and rugged silhouette, discussing the complex surgery they were about to face as they walked.
"Director Si, this child has suffered a severe intracranial hemorrhage due to external forces. We must perform a craniotomy immediately."
"You have to call me over for such a minor surgery? Are all the people at the city hospital just for show?"
That a simple craniotomy would require his attention was a sign of the decline of talents in Sea City's field of neurosurgery.
The middle-aged man to the right of Si Yuchen suppressed the embarrassment in his eyes and finally spoke of their difficulties. "This child... we've just discovered that he has leukemia..."
Suddenly, the steady-paced man stopped in his tracks.
His narrow brown eyes suddenly tightened. "Say that again!"
"Leu... leukemia!"
With a "bang," the man who had just spoken collapsed onto the floor, his lips smeared with blood, in disarray.
"Are you fucking joking with me?"
The fact that the patient had leukemia and it was only discovered during a craniotomy must be the hospital's negligence! If a medical incident occurred, the entire responsibility would fall on their hospital!
"Director Si, please don't be angry. We admit our examination wasn't thorough, but the child was already semi-conscious when he arrived. After the scan, we found his skull full of blood. Then we carefully inquired the family about any serious illnesses or genetic history, and the family said no..."
A few doctors hurried forward to intercept Si Yuchen, frantically explaining the situation to him.
"Proceed with the surgery first!"
The chilly gaze of Si Yuchen swept over the frightened city hospital doctors behind him, some of whom were older and had more experience than him. But...
"The patient's primary care physician is not permitted in the operating room. My surgeries can only succeed."
Surgeons who failed to detect that the patient had leukemia didn't deserve to hold a scalpel.
The middle-aged man, whom Si Yuchen had punched and knocked to the ground, lowered his head in shame and silently left the surgery team heading for the operating room.
The tall figure of Si Yuchen at that moment seemed sanctified in everyone's eyes, and they simultaneously felt sorry for the colleague whom Si Yuchen had deprived of the opportunity to operate.
His career was probably over.
On the seventh floor, inside the intensive care unit.
Gu Xiaonuan, dressed in sterile clothing, yawned, her eyelids suddenly feeling very heavy.
Suddenly, the door of the room behind her was gently pushed open. Overcome by drowsiness, Gu Xiaonuan did not notice that another person had entered the room.
Gu Qingyuan looked grave; the hospital had also phoned him, but he had been delayed from getting there right away because of Zhao Ying's interference.
Looking at his daughter who had fallen into light sleep, the guilt deepened in Gu Qingyuan's eyes.
Her head suddenly dropped, her jaw slipping from her propped-up hand, causing Gu Xiaonuan to open her eyes abruptly.
She turned around and bumped into the flustered eyes of Gu Qingyuan.
"Dad?"
"Ah... Xiaonuan, Dad is late."
Gu Qingyuan, feeling sorry for his daughter, helped her to a single-seat sofa next to the room, hoping to let her lean back and rest for a while.
No sooner had Gu Xiaonuan sat down than a fierce argument erupted at the door of the room.
"Gu Qingyuan, you have no money to give a good life to our mother and son, but you have money to squander on this half-dead woman. What a Chen Shimei you are, forgetting the old and loving the new!"
Zhao Ying barged in like a shrew, the small nurse desperately trying to stop her to no avail.