Could it be because the young girl is pretty?
He even referred to the young girl as a professor. What kind of professor? The kind from those little films?
Sun Li was so angry her neck stiffened. "Director Ya, I must emphasize again, this patient definitely has a heart condition! If you insist on treating it as a pulmonary embolism, how will you answer for it if he dies?"
Ya Zhuo frowned, his peach-blossom eyes filled with displeasure. "How do you want me to answer for it?"
"If something happens to the patient, not only will you bear the corresponding medical responsibility, but you'll also have to give me your position as director! Do you dare?"
Although she hadn't been here long, she had coveted the director's position for quite some time. This was the perfect opportunity! If Ya Zhuo agreed, he might not be able to keep his position. If he didn't, it would mean he knew that wretched girl's diagnosis was wrong but still shamelessly backed her up! His reputation would be ruined instantly. Either way, she stood to gain!
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Ya Zhuo agreed without hesitation.
With Professor An involved, it's absolutely foolproof. He was that confident.
An Yan glanced at him, a hint of disdain in her eyes.
Feeling her gaze, Ya Zhuo subconsciously began to review his recent words and actions. What went wrong?
Seeing he hadn't caught on, An Yan turned directly to Sun Li. "So, Dr. Sun, what if the patient genuinely has a pulmonary embolism and makes it safely off the operating table? What will you say then?"
Ya Zhuo finally understood her meaning; that earlier glance had been one of contempt because she thought he was being played for a fool. Damn it! It wasn't that he was too lazy to argue with an idiot! Besides, he'd never expected that Professor An, always so serious and composed in front of countless experts from home and abroad, could also have such a playful, down-to-earth side. Adorable!
Sun Li sneered, "If the patient really comes off the operating table safely, I'll twist off my own head and let you kick it like a ball, how about that?"
An Yan curled her lip disdainfully. "No, thanks! If I wanted to kick a ball, couldn't I just buy one? Is your head more elastic than a ball?"
Wen Ya muttered, "PFFT!" The female version of Lord Ninth is quite humorous.
Ya Zhuo also felt the urge to smile, but his professional demeanor made him suppress it. He strode into the emergency room to check on the patient.
Thanks to the efforts of several doctors in the emergency room, and without administering the standard cardiac medication, the patient's blood oxygen level was slowly rising.
The anesthesiologist had arrived and was familiarizing themselves with the patient's condition.
This time, Sun Li's face was not just red with anger; her neck seemed to swell. "Then what do you want?"
"Twisting off your head is too difficult and not exactly easy to manage, so let's skip that! If the patient comes off the operating table safely, you will kneel at the entrance of the operating room and shout three times: 'Daddy, I was wrong!'"
Sun Li stammered, "You..."
An Yan raised an eyebrow. "Afraid to?"
"Who says I'm afraid? As long as you have the skill to save the patient! Never mind 'Daddy,' I'll call you 'Ancestor' if I have to!"
Everything in the operating room was ready. An Yan, Ya Zhuo, and their group entered the elevator, heading to the surgical area on the twelfth floor.
"Turn on all the surveillance in the operating room and record everything as evidence!" Sun Li commanded haughtily as soon as they arrived outside the operating room.
An operating room staff member nodded. "It's already on!"
Lin Shang sat in his car, the hospital's surveillance footage displayed on his computer screen. Watching Sun Li's relentless provocations, Lin Shang couldn't help but chuckle. It was only a brief sound, however, because laughing strained his facial muscles, and any movement of his face caused him pain. SST.
Lin Shang suppressed the urge to laugh, his hatred surging. An Yan, just wait to die! The Lin Family was in the pharmaceutical business, and as the young master, he was all too familiar with the doctors in this hospital. Sun Li had only recently been poached from Shangjing City by the hospital director; she was at a point where she desperately needed to achieve something significant. And that patient's symptoms clearly indicated a heart condition. She would definitely treat it according to the standard procedures for heart disease. But, in reality, the patient also had a pulmonary issue. An Yan, having studied under her grandfather for so many years, should be able to identify the true nature of the illness. Then they would start arguing. The longer the delay, the slimmer the patient's chances of survival. Most importantly, this patient had a son who was all brawn and no brains! If anything happened to the patient, that man would absolutely not let matters rest! What awaited An Yan then would be: either death or complete ruin!
「At this moment, outside the operating room.」
A man in his twenties with a buzz cut, dressed in a motorcycle jacket, rushed over. Several young men, dressed just like him, followed closely behind. Every one of them was arrogant and wild, their expressions screaming, "I'm the most badass dude in the world." Behind them trailed a group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses, their muscular builds exuding strength.
When this group arrived, Sun Li immediately hurried over. After confirming they were the patient's family, an idea struck her. Assuming the air of an attending physician, she began to explain the patient's condition to the buzz-cut man.
The man had his left hand in his pocket and was twirling his phone in his right. His collar was open, revealing an attractive Adam's apple and collarbone. Impatience was etched on his sharply defined features. "So, you're telling me the person operating on my dad in there isn't even a doctor from your hospital? Is your hospital this irresponsible? Can just anyone perform surgery here?"
Struggling to contain her inner excitement, Sun Li picked up his cue, "Mr. Tan, there's a reason things have reached this point. I diagnosed your father with heart disease..."
The man cut her off impatiently, "Like I need you to diagnose that? My dad's had heart problems for years! Just tell me who's doing the surgery and how good they are."
Sun Li fumbled, looking embarrassed, "Well, I'm not entirely sure about that. All I can say is that she looks very young—probably a medical student who hasn't even graduated yet!"
The man's fingers, which had been spinning his phone, froze. His group of buddies were also shocked by this answer. "An ungraduated student?"
"Are you people joking with Uncle Tan's life?"
Sun Li sighed, "It's not the hospital's fault. It's that young woman—she diagnosed the main cause of your father's coma as a pulmonary embolism! And Director Ya Zhuo, from our hospital, also supports her assessment. So, they are currently operating for a pulmonary embolism."
"What did you say?" Tan Yanzhe felt his thoughts becoming sluggish.
"Mr. Tan, for the hospital's sake, I should be defending the doctor performing the surgery. However, I am a medical professional, and my conscience compels me to state the facts."
Tan Yanzhe had no interest in her nonsense and interrupted sharply, "Just tell me straight: does my dad have a pulmonary embolism or not!"
Sun Li didn't get angry and continued to explain, "A pulmonary embolism is possible, but your father's biggest issue is still his heart. As long as his heart is restored to health, the blood clot in his lungs won't be an issue at all."
"In short, the pulmonary embolism is a symptom; the heart problem is the root cause! Now that young girl insists on performing lung surgery, which is completely missing the point."
"Even if this surgery is successful and his condition improves temporarily, the same problem will inevitably recur before long..."
Tan Yanzhe shoved his phone into his pocket. Suddenly, he lifted his foot and, with a loud BANG, kicked open the operating room door.