Chapter 30
Zhou Wangchuan slept exceptionally well. Even though he only slept for four hours, his good biological clock still allowed him to wake up on time and feel energetic.
He was in a good mood and made two servings of his homemade peach lasagna. This breakfast was too much trouble to prepare, so he only made it when he was in a good mood. He also added food and water to the two birds, rubbing his palms against the soft feathers.
When Shang Mu walked out of the bedroom, yawning sleepily, he saw the steaming peach lasagna on the table. He paused and asked, "Are you in a good mood?"
Zhou Wangchuan's smile remained unchanged as he brought out two glasses of beautifully squeezed vegetable juice from the kitchen. He asked, "Why are you awake already? Did you sleep well?"
"Hmm..." Shang Mu recalled for a moment, pulled out a chair and sat down, saying somewhat strangely, "I slept very well. I used to wake up once or twice every night, but this time I slept through the night."
Zhou Wangchuan said: "Maybe it's because I took a bath last night. My body and mind were relaxed, so I slept well naturally." But he thought to himself that all he needed was some comfort and a kiss, and he would be able to sleep soundly until dawn. The classmate "Ke Ke Hao Zhong" was really very easy to coax.
Shang Mu ate a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks, then habitually reached for the porcelain bottle of chili oil on the table. He paused halfway through and glanced at Zhou Wangchuan, who was standing across the table.
Zhou Wangchuan was amused. "Why are you being so sneaky? You've recovered quite well recently. You can add a small spoonful of chili pepper."
After getting the attending physician's approval, Shang Mu added chili oil and mixed it thoroughly. As expected, he ate happily and asked, "You haven't told me yet, why did you think of making this? Are you in a good mood?"
"I've come up with a method that can increase the success rate of surgery by 20%," Zhou Wangchuan said. "I'll go to Director Xu for approval when I get to work."
Shang Mu said "oh" and slowly finished the rest of the noodles. Then, under Zhou Wangchuan's supervision, he drank half a cup of vegetable juice.
After dinner, Zhou Wangchuan sent Shang Mu to work. When they parted downstairs of the company, Shang Mu, who had already gotten out of the car, turned around again, holding the car door with one hand, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Zhou Wangchuan asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Shang Mu grabbed the car door and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Don't be so pedantic."
A question mark appeared above Zhou Wangchuan's head, and he looked at him puzzledly.
Shang Mu's lips moved, but no words came out. He scratched his hair irritably and said awkwardly, "I told you, if you can't solve that problem, you can ask me for help." He seemed to regret it as soon as he finished speaking, slammed the car door and left.
Zhou Wangchuan didn't understand what he was saying, but he could sense the awkward concern in his words. So he rolled down the car window and called out to him, "Baby, wait a minute."
In just over ten seconds, Shang Mu had already walked a long way. He paused and turned around. Zhou Wangchuan unbuckled his seatbelt, turned off the engine, and got out of the car. He quickly walked over, grasped his waist, and gently pecked his lips: "Thank you, baby."
He added: "Your problem will be solved, believe me."
As soon as I arrived at the clinic, the patient's family came over. This middle-aged man was unshaven and haggard, exhausted from worrying about his father's illness.
Seeing Zhou Wangchuan coming over, he hurriedly asked, "Doctor Zhou, can the surgery be arranged?"
Zhou Wangchuan reassured him: "Don't worry, it will be approved today, and the surgery can be arranged as early as next week."
"That's good, that's good." The patient's family members responded repeatedly, and added, "It's too painful to have this disease. I didn't have a restful night. I finally woke up for a while and asked me when I could be relieved..." As he spoke, he wiped away his tears.
Zhou Wangchuan handed him the paper and comforted him, "You need to calm yourself first. If children lose control of their emotions, how will the sick old man feel? Go back, relax, and wait for my notification."
The patient's family wiped away their tears and said, "I feel relieved with your words."
After everyone left, Zhou Wangchuan printed out the paper, compiled a comprehensive theoretical document, and printed out the preoperative analysis materials he had written last night. At nine o'clock, the door of the next door opened. Xu Yong arrived.
Zhou Wangchuan knocked on the door next door with the stack of information. Xu Yong, who had just sat down at the table, looked up.
"Director Xu, I have new progress regarding yesterday's operation."
He sat down across from Xu Yong, flipped through the documents and explained them in detail, conveying the patient's eagerness. After he finished, Xu Yong glanced at the words on the documents and asked, "If I remember correctly, this operation has been rejected. Deputy Director Zhou, what do you mean by telling me this?"
Zhou Wangchuan said, "I hope you can approve this operation. This is also what the patient wants. After all, for this level of illness, a 60% success rate is not low."
Xu Yong looked at him for a moment and repeated, "Sixty percent, and that's just a theoretical estimate."
He pushed his reading glasses up and smiled. "So, for you, whether the patient can survive is just a matter of cold probability."
Zhou Wangchuan's heart sank as he listened to his tone.
"There aren't any successful surgical cases for this type of condition, either domestically or internationally, and there aren't even any failed cases, leaving us with nothing to draw on. There are only a few theoretical papers with unknown practical applications, which aren't very valuable as references, let alone the theories derived from them," Xu Yong said. "But if conservative treatment is adopted, the patient can survive for at least a year. You might think a year is short, but for a seriously ill person, it's the only time left to spend with family, which is incredibly precious."
Zhou Wangchuan said in a deep voice, "With conservative treatment, the patient can only lie in bed, relying on medical means to survive, which is extremely painful. But if the surgery is successful, the patient can recover and live for at least five years."
"Sixty percent, that's just your estimate, it's an invalid number."
Xu Yong added, "The person with the most say in this field is Dr. Qiu from Capital People's Hospital. I can refer patients to Dr. Qiu for conservative treatment."
Zhou Wangchuan said, "I've read Dr. Qiu's paper, and he doesn't support surgery. The effectiveness of conservative treatment is similar in any hospital across the country. Furthermore, the patient's current condition isn't suitable for transfer to another hospital."
Xu Yong sneered and grew angry. "That's ridiculous. Young people, don't be so self-righteous. The accumulated experience of countless generations is worthless when you speak of it. Don't be too impulsive, and don't take things for granted. You should calm down and read more medical books and accumulate more experience."
Zhou Wangchuan paused, picked up the documents on the table, turned and left.
Half an hour later, Zhou Wangchuan walked into Xu Yong's office again.
He placed a stack of documents on the table. "Director Xu, these are all the surgical records from my medical career. If you're serious about numbers, I want to prove to you that 60% is a very high success rate for me—"
A statistical table was pushed in front of Xu Yong. "According to my estimate, there were 383 surgeries with a success rate of over 60%. 360 of them were successful, and 23 failed. Each one has a clear and detailed record. You can look it over."
Zhou Wangchuan thought of the patient's family's tearful request, took a deep breath, and said, "I request that you approve this operation."
Xu Yong didn't even glance at the documents on the table, his tone tinged with impatience. "Deputy Director Zhou, do you think I haven't seen your surgical records? Yes, the numbers are impressive—but what about the reality? There have been several times during operations where, for some unforeseen stroke of luck, at the critical moment, the situation suddenly took a turn for the better, and the operation that was originally impossible was successfully completed. Are you trying to tell me that I have to rely on these miracles to perform surgery?"
Zhou Wangchuan said: "Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Good fortune is also a gift from heaven. God is on my side."
Xu Yong was clearly furious. He slammed the table so hard that the teacup lid bounced a few times. "Medicine is an extremely scientific and precise discipline, and you're talking to me about God now? Before Deputy Director Zhou performs surgery, does he burn incense to the Jade Emperor and ask him to bless you?! Absurd!"
Without waiting for Zhou Wangchuan to speak, he pointed to the door and said, "I need to see a patient now. Please leave."
Zhou Wangchuan looked at him intently and asked, "Director Xu, you have something against me, right?"
"I'm glad you figured it out," Xu Yong said. "I don't like young people who aim too high. Being down-to-earth is the right path. Now, please leave."
Five minutes before getting off work at noon, Zhou Wangchuan received a call from Shang Mu.
"Did you have a good morning, Dr. Zhou?" He said in a joking tone.
Zhou Wangchuan smiled helplessly, took off his white coat with one hand and put it on the back of the chair, saying, "It's not very beautiful."
Shang Mu sighed and said, "The food in the cafeteria at noon is not tasty. Take me out to eat."
"Okay." Zhou Wangchuan glanced at his watch, picked up his car keys and walked out the door. "I'll be there now. Is there anything you want to eat?"
"casual."
When he arrived downstairs at the office, Shang Mu was standing under the sturdy, century-old tree, listening to music with his Bluetooth headphones plugged in. The wind was biting cold, and he had his chin wrapped in a warm red cashmere scarf, leaving only the tip of his nose exposed from the cold.
Zhou Wangchuan honked the horn.
Shang Mu took off his headphones, opened the car door and got in.
Zhou Wangchuan straightened his scarf, then habitually held his cold cheeks and rubbed them, and finally held his hand to warm it.
"Next time, wait until I call you before you come out of the building. Don't get cold."
Shang Mu shook his head, his scarf covering his lips. He said in a muffled voice, "You can't park here. What if I get ticketed?"
"Just pay the fine, two hundred yuan."
Shang Mu stared at him unkindly: "Two hundred per time, if you pick me up once a day, that's sixty to seventy thousand a year. Money is hard-earned, it doesn't fall from the sky."
Zhou Wangchuan laughed and pinched his face: "Where did this virtuous little beauty come from?"
Shang Mu rolled his eyes and looked at him with disdain: "Where did this pedantic scholar come from?"
Zhou Wangchuan: "..." He finally understood what Shang Mu meant in the morning.
"You don't like wearing thick clothes, what if you get cold?" Zhou Wangchuan leaned over to get a coat from the back seat and put it on Shang Mu. "Be good, put it on."
Shang Mu disliked the ugly clothes, but he honestly shrank into them and wrapped them tighter.
As the car drove towards the restaurant, Shang Mu said without surprise, "Rejected?"
Zhou Wangchuan smiled and said, "Oh, not only is she virtuous, but she's also a beautiful lady who can predict everything."
"Even a fool knows that." Shang Mu said disdainfully, "If someone doesn't like you, the more you talk, the more he will dislike you."
Zhou Wangchuan sighed: "Who said it wasn't true?"
After dinner, Zhou Wangchuan sent Shang Mu back to the company. Before getting out of the car, Shang Mu said again: "Don't be so pedantic!"
"Okay." Zhou Wangchuan held his wrist as he unzipped his clothes, "Then wear your thick coat to work."
"But it's really ugly." Shang Mu looked at his clothes depressedly, "Why do you have so many ugly coats?"
Zhou Wangchuan laughed: "Then when our business is over, I'll go shopping with you. You tell me what kind of clothes you like, and I'll try to change my aesthetic taste."
Shang Mu felt a surge of tenderness in his heart, and he let go of his hands to unbutton his clothes: "Okay."
After watching Shang Mu enter the elevator, Zhou Wangchuan drove back to the hospital. As soon as he arrived at the clinic, the patient's family came over with a worried look on their faces. "Doctor Zhou, Dr. Xu from your department contacted me. He recommended conservative treatment and recommended an experienced doctor in the capital."
Zhou Wangchuan looked at him and asked, "But you've made up your mind, right?"
The patient's family member said: "My father woke up again in the morning and asked me to help him get over it. He said he didn't want to live like this and wanted dignity."
Zhou Wangchuan stared at him thoughtfully and made a decision in his heart.
The family member then asked, "Doctor Zhou, is there a problem with the process? I've asked some of your other patients, and surgeries performed by you in the past wouldn't have taken this long without approval."
Zhou Wangchuan only asked: "You have decided, right?"
A hint of determination flashed in the family member's eyes: "My father doesn't want to live like a disabled person, and as a son, of course I will comply with his wishes. I know the operation has risks, but my father and I are willing to bear all the consequences."
"I understand." Zhou Wangchuan patted his shoulder and said, "Go back and wait for my news." His tone was calm and his voice was firm, which made people feel at ease.
After the patient's family left, Zhou Wangchuan thought about his years as a doctor, his original aspirations and ideals, and he had made a decision.
He dialed a number and smiled when he heard the familiar voice on the other end.
"Baby," he said, "I'll listen to you and not be a pedantic scholar."
"oh?"
Zhou Wangchuan threw down the pen in his hand, stood up, and said with a smile: "I'm going to use my power to suppress others."
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