Chapter 3 It's Him Again

"I'm Liao Ming."

Xiao Nanxing was half asleep, "Who?"

The voice on the other end rose slightly. "Is this Xiao Nanxing from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine? I'm Liao Ming, the director of the Department of Thoracic Surgery."

Xiao Nanxing sat up in shock from his dying illness, "Hello, Director Liao."

"Come early at 8 o'clock in the morning and demonstrate to us the effects of acupuncture anesthesia."

"Uh, okay." She answered subconsciously.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Nanxing looked at the time. It was 4:30 in the morning. She thought she had just dreamed, but the call records told her that it was not a dream.

She lay down again in a daze, recalling Director Liao's words.

That’s not right. Apart from Xiaoxiao, no one in the hospital knows that I can perform acupuncture anesthesia.

She has never liked to be in the spotlight, so she is quite content to be a nobody in the hospital.

Why would Director Liao ask me to demonstrate the effects of acupuncture anesthesia?

Xiao Nanxing couldn't sleep. The sudden accident seemed to disrupt her peaceful life, which she didn't like.

She was even a little paranoid, as the lessons she had learned a few years ago had already taught her a lesson.

She got up and sat in a daze for half an hour, determined not to stand out.

I made myself a nutritious breakfast, set off for a run to the hospital at around seven o'clock, and arrived at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department fifteen minutes later.

As a result, many people here arrived earlier than her, all of them were from other departments. The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine had never been so lively.

Fei Dabai pulled her aside and said, "Just now someone from the surgery department came to ask me if you've arrived yet. What's going on?"

Xiao Nanxing shook his head. "Don't ask me. I don't know what's going on myself."

As he was speaking, a surgeon from the surgery department came over and saw Xiao Nanxing with a flash of surprise in his eyes. "Are you Xiao Nanxing?"

Xiao Nanxing put on his badge, gave Fei Dabai a reassuring look, and nodded, "I'm Xiao Nanxing."

"Okay, then follow me."

Under Fei Dabai's worried gaze, Xiao Nanxing followed the man out of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department and took the elevator upstairs.

She then discovered that there was actually a large office on the upper floor. She remembered that it used to be a warehouse.

"Director Liao, Xiao Nanxing is here."

Xiao Nanxing nodded to him and pushed the door open. Wow, the conference room was full of people, all of them were the bigwigs of the hospital and the national players of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Of course, Dean Zhang was there.

The man sitting in the middle looked familiar to her.

It seems to be... the one with eight-pack abs?

She didn't want to look at the scene any longer, so she walked in and greeted Director Liao obediently, "Hello Director, hello everyone, I'm Xiao Nanxing."

The others looked at her curiously, their eyes glancing at Secretary Pei.

Director Liao smiled kindly, "Xiao Nanxing, don't be nervous. I called you here because I heard you can perform acupuncture anesthesia. To ensure there are no accidents, I need you to demonstrate the specific effects of acupuncture anesthesia."

Xiao Nanxing nodded. Whatever he said was what he meant. "Okay."

She never said a word more.

She seemed to know who leaked the news that she could use acupuncture anesthesia.

The man with eight-pack abs, why didn't she sew an ugly centipede for him?

Xiao Nanxing thought he was going to the operating room to demonstrate, but Director Liao stretched out his arm and said, "Come, give me a shot. I want to see the effect myself."

Xiao Nanxing was silent for a moment, seeing that no one else had any objections.

She opened her pocket, took out a pack of sterilized acupuncture needles she carried with her, and quickly inserted them into several acupuncture points.

Director Liao frowned, moved his arm, and pinched the area with his fingernails. "Huh, you really don't feel anything anymore?"

A national practitioner from the Chinese Medicine Hospital was already extremely curious and came over and held out his hand, "Come on, give me a shot too."

Acupuncture anesthesia has long been lost in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. They actually saw it, so of course they had to take a good look at it.

Xiao Nanxing moved the corner of his mouth and silently gave him the needle.

The national team player immediately felt his pulse and said, "It has an anesthetic effect. It's acupuncture anesthesia."

Now the other national players were also curious, and finally they all experienced the miracle of acupuncture anesthesia for themselves. Xiao Nanxing was already numb.

Director Liao asked Xiao Nanxing with a gleam in his eyes, "How long can the acupuncture anesthesia last?"

Xiao Nanxing glanced at the man sitting there and said, "Please stop by whenever you want."

It will cause anesthesia when it is inserted and stop the effect when it is removed. It is the best weapon to prevent wolves at home and traveling.

Pei Zhengping nodded at the table and said, "In that case, I would like everyone to come up with a surgical plan as soon as possible."

Dean Zhang said loudly, "Okay, Secretary Pei, please rest assured. We will do our best."

Pei Zhengping stood up and left with his men, and everyone saw him off respectfully.

He glanced at her indifferently as he passed by her, and Xiao Nanxing looked back with an expressionless face.

She should have stitched him up right then and there, and made him die of pain.

A faint smile flashed in Pei Zhengping's eyes, slightly dispelling some of his unspoken majesty.

Then he strode away among the crowd, and there was no sign that he had been injured a few days ago, and the conference room was empty.

Director Liao came back soon and summoned her personally, "Come on, follow me to perform another operation and see the actual results."

He is Secretary Pei’s grandfather, and also the old man and old leader of the Tang family, a prominent southern family. If the Fourth Hospital can handle this matter well, there will be great benefits.

Xiao Nanxing obediently followed him to the surgical operating room. After the patient was stabbed, she sat beside him in a daze while watching Director Liao perform the operation himself.

Anesthesiologist Dr. Hu was observing the patient's condition curiously, looking back at her from time to time with a complicated look in his eyes.

Dr. Hu lamented that sometimes the people who steal your business may not be your peers, but people from other industries.

After more than two hours of surgery, Director Liao looked in high spirits.

"Mr. Tang's surgery is scheduled for three days from now. You will come and accompany me during the surgery for the next two days."

Just to be on the safe side, he needs to observe the effects more.

He would never admit it because acupuncture anesthesia had no side effects on the patients. I wonder how long the anesthesia would last?

At this time, Liao Ming seemed to have discovered some new world, and he was more amiable when facing Xiao Nanxing.

When they heard Secretary Pei's secretary suddenly mention this young doctor from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, they thought she was someone with connections, but now they see that she is someone with real abilities.

Director Liao is straightforward and asks whatever comes to mind. "Xiao Xiao, you have this skill, why don't you show it off?"

In his opinion, technology is king in the medical field.

A good doctor may have a unique skill, which is a lifelong iron rice bowl, followed by fame and fortune. Only a fool would hide it.

To put it bluntly, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Fourth Hospital is a department that is about to be abolished.

She actually stayed there and lived a carefree life. Director Liao said that he didn't understand the thoughts of young people today at all.

Xiao Nanxing smiled calmly, "It's just a little trick, I dare not show it to others and make a fool of myself."

Director Liao laughed at her, "Alright, those of us who are capable should be more assertive. Don't be so modest with me. Let's work together to get used to each other. Dr. Tang's surgery cannot be sloppy."

So Xiao Nanxing was forced to join this major operation specially organized for Mr. Tang's surgery.

She gets up early every day and goes into the operating room with Director Liao, giving injections to patients, and then sits in a daze, busy all day long. She really admires Director Liao's energy.

No wonder he is the best in the Fourth Hospital and can compete with the big names in other hospitals in Yuan City.

She also understood why she had the opportunity to appear this time.

Because Mr. Tang was absolutely unwilling to take anesthesia, the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine even came up with a prescription similar to Ma Fei San, but Mr. Tang refused to drink it and would vomit as soon as he smelled the odor.

In order to improve his health, the Chinese Medicine Hospital and the Municipal Health Bureau tried every means to prepare medicinal food for him, and only then did they allow him to eat a few bites.

The shells often tortured him so much that he was miserable. The old man lost a lot of weight in just six months.

That is why surgery is necessary as soon as possible. If you delay any further, the condition will only get worse.