Surgery Godfather

Chapter 33: Chapter 0032: Being Targeted

“Ding dong, Stage Task: Help Sanbo Hospital establish the strongest orthopedics department in G City. Reward: 500,000 points.”

Clear text appeared in the upper right corner of his vision, lingering for a moment before disappearing.

Stage task?

So, the previous individual surgeries were individual tasks. If there are stage tasks, then there must be main tasks. What are the main tasks?

The task of 100 reattachment surgeries after finger amputation should be a branch task, and this stage task seems more like a part of the main task.

Yang Ping temporarily failed to fully understand the system’s task structure.

During his break in the dressing room, Yang Ping entered the system and checked his skills: his mastery of limb replantation had entered the master level, and his clavicle fracture treatment had reached a perfect level. But for other surgeries in trauma orthopedics, he was still at the beginner level. For some areas, he was not even a beginner yet. Many areas, such as sports medicine, spinal surgery, joint surgery, bone tumors and so on, were blank.

It seemed unrealistic to help the hospital establish the strongest orthopedic department with such skills. He must seize the time and make up for his deficiencies in trauma orthopedics as soon as possible.

Back to the doctor’s office, Director Han summoned him immediately when he saw him return.

Old Han served him tea and invited him to sit.

Yang Ping was used to it and accepted Old Han’s hospitality without any hesitation, taking tea from him and sitting on the sofa.

“Xiao Yang , I want to talk to you about two things: One, you should plan carefully, take time to read more, and prepare for the PhD exam next year. You can join my PhD program, my connections have already transferred from Shanghai Medical University to Nandu Medical University. You can get admission straight away when the application opens. You are young and your education is paramount. In our profession, it’s a must. Without education, even if you are talented, you will be buried. Two, we are planning to establish a city-level trauma emergency center in the city’s People’s Hospital. Our hospital is selected along with several affiliated hospitals of Nandu Medical University for this. Our main competition is the City People’s Hospital, your old place. They established trauma emergency center before us, they have strong foundation and the city gives them lots of attention. Our hospital is relatively new and our position is not very stable yet. We don’t have a lot of confidence. But our Hospital Authority has clearly stated that orthopedics is a key department for development at this stage, and this city-level center must be won. The two affiliate hospitals of Nandu Medical University are also to be taken seriously, they have the strongest talent. If they concentrate on building this center, they will have an advantage. Tian Yuan, Song Zimo, and you are all our young talents. I have guaranteed your capabilities to the hospital. Case volume, surgical difficulty, rescue success rate, and so on are all review indicators. You cannot let us down when the crucial time comes.”

This happened to coincide with the system’s stage task. If he helped the hospital to win this city-level trauma emergency center, wouldn’t that mean that the trauma orthopedics department had become the top one in G City?

Moreover, he wouldn’t even have this opportunity if it weren’t for Old Han’s promotion. If it weren’t for him breaking rules and promoting him during the interview, he would probably still be spinning his wheels in the emergency department.

Many talented people are excluded and suppressed, unable to come to the fore. If they don’t give you opportunities to operate, it still amounts to zero, no matter how talented you are. He remembers at G City People’s Hospital, there was a very talented doctor with outstanding surgical skills who could perform the surgery perfectly just by having seen it once. Wu Siwen suppressed him and didn’t even give him the opportunity to assist.

Old Han was his benefactor. Even without the system task, he would spare no effort to help him achieve his goal. Seeing Old Han looking ambitious, it seemed that his goal was not just to build the top trauma orthopedics department in G City.

As he thought about it, he thought of the G City People’s Hospital and Wu Siwen, which filled him with resentment. Although Yang Ping wasn’t a vindictive person, he also wasn’t a saint who could repay evil with good.

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The old man returned to the administration building’s office from the outpatient department and tossed his document bag on the table. A CD was placed on the table with the words: “Orthopedics – Surgical Video by Yang Ping.”

“It was sent over so quickly; let’s take a look.” He inserted the CD into the computer and fumbled around the keyboard with one finger Zen technique. After a few minutes, he finally opened the CD.

“Clavicle fracture?” He no longer had the desire to continue watching.

As the video played, the old man put on his reading glasses and leaned in to watch: “Ya ya ya, these clavicle surgeries are done so well now, he is quite adept at removing the hematoma with the hemostat! That young man, no wonder Han Jiangong is so focused on him. Usually, his eyes are always looking up, but now he pays so much attention to this newcomer.”

He picked up the telephone: “Han Jiangong, this is Zhang Zongshun. What was the name of the attending physician who applied for the third level surgery authorization? I will personally come to see his surgery next week, let me know in advance.”

Zhang Zongshun, Old Zhang! He was highly respected, the head of the hospital expert group, which was equivalent to an advisory group, all were a bunch of old men. He worked half a day in the outpatient department every week, wandered around when there was nothing else to do and did some guiding and supervisory work. He participated in consults for difficult cases.

When Old Han received his call, he was dumbfounded. The pickiest old man, he could remember what was written on any page of any book, and if your surgery is even a little bit off, you’d be severely criticized.

Every orthopedics director, except Han Jiangong, had been scolded by him at meetings. Director Bai was once left speechless by his scolding, his chubby face flush with embarrassment.

Seeing Old Han’s complexion change, Yang Ping thought it was another major rescue, and asked, “Director, what’s wrong?”

Old Han waved his hand: “You’re in trouble, the chief of the expert group, Elder Zhang, has his eyes on you. He will personally come to watch your surgery next week, and he will probably bring a few old folks with him.”

Yang Ping had heard some rumors, mostly about Zhang insisting on double-checking even the prescriptions that cost a few dollars or a few dozen dollars.

“No one who has been stalked by the old man has had a good day. You’d better prepare yourself for criticism. I can help you with anything else, but with this, let me say it upfront, I cannot help you.”

Old Han shook his head: You will have to face it yourself.

Song Zimo came in, heard that Yang Ping had been targeted by Elder Zhang, and burst into laughter.

“You! You had to provoke him of all people. Listen, even Dean Xia has been criticized by him. No head of the surgical system has escaped his criticism. Oh, except Director Han.” Song Zimo was rolling with laughter.

“I will try to select the simplest surgeries for next week.” Song Zimo felt sorry for Yang Ping.

Old Han said: “That’s useless. Once he’s got his eyes on you, you still think you have a choice?”

The phone rang, Old Han pointed at the mobile, and everyone kept quiet.

Old Han answered the call: “Elder Zhang, Elder Zhang, hello, yes! Yes, yes, yes, you are welcome to choose. He is young, so he surely lacks experience. Elder, please show a little mercy. No, no, no, that’s not what I mean—”

After the call, Old Han helplessly said: “I told you, he’s already chosen two surgeries for next week: terror triad of elbow joint and comminuted fracture of the distal humerus. Deal with it yourself.”

Even Song Zimo was shocked: “This is not an assessment, it’s a test right from the start. Why don’t I get on the operating table to assist Yang Ping next week? I’m afraid Little Five may not coordinate well.”

Old Han said: “Alright! I’ll be in the gallery. This old man has a keen eye, you need to be careful, even your scalpel-holding technique must be standard.”

The three of them discussed how to deal with Elder Zhang, and then went together to the rehabilitation department to visit the firefighting hero Qiangzi.

Qiangzi was now transferred to the rehabilitation ward. The Trauma Emergency Center is a large system. Postoperative rehabilitation is the responsibility of the rehabilitation department, which has established a dedicated trauma rehabilitation team.

When the three of them arrived at the rehabilitation department, Qiangzi was in the rehabilitation room, doing rehabilitation exercises under the guidance of the therapist.

The rehabilitation room was spacious and filled with all kinds of modern rehabilitation equipment.

The oversea Chinese businessman who donated the money to build Sanbo Hospital, every year, his foundation allocates funds to Sanbo Hospital to purchase equipment. Hence, Sanbo Hospital can acquire more equipment more easily than other hospitals.

A girl on the side was constantly wiping his sweat. When Qiangzi saw Director Han and others come in, he was very happy.

Yang Ping carefully checked the nerve growth, conducted a tapping test, the nerve terminations were progressing towards the distal end, which was a reason for celebration.

The more delightful thing was that Qiangzi introduced his girlfriend to everyone, a primary school teacher, a freshly graduated college student. She saw Qiangzi’s news on TV, ran to send him flowers, fell in love with Qiangzi at first sight, and gradually they started dating.

The girl shyly greeted everyone, then helped Qiangzi sit down: “Look at you, I told you not to rush, and you are sweating so much.”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Old Han’s phone rang again.

“Han Jiangong, remember, inform me in advance!”

“Absolutely, Old Zhang!”