Li Zheng checked Li Weidong's vital signs again. His face and lips were still pale, and the amount of blood transfusion was still insufficient. But there was nothing he could do. Fortunately, Li Weidong was in good health and should be able to survive.
"Everyone, I thank you on behalf of my cousin!"
Li Zheng bowed to the people around him.
"What are you talking about!" the head nurse said angrily, "You are your cousin's greatest benefactor!"
"We should thank you for letting us witness a miracle!" Director Xiao said with a smile.
At this moment, colleagues' attitude towards Li Zheng completely changed, and there was a hint of respect in their voices.
Li Zheng did not stay for long as his relatives were waiting for news from him outside the operating room.
Li Zheng walked out of the operating room and Chen Dayong quickly followed.
"Brother, if this patient was not your cousin, would you dare to take him?" Chen Dayong said with a smile, because even in the No. 1 Municipal Hospital, the success rate of rescue is very low.
Li Zheng kept walking and said in a deep voice: "We doctors must have the courage to fight the King of Hell for people!"
"What if we can't win?"
"Then beat up the King of Hell!"
Chen Dayong froze in his tracks, then suddenly shouted, "Brother, you are my idol!"
…
“Crack!”
Chen Dayong personally opened the door of the operating room for Li Zheng.
"Zhengba!"
Third Uncle, wearing washed-out Liberation shoes, stumbled over to Li Zheng and said, "Your brother Weidong..."
"Brother Weidong is lucky, his life is no longer in danger!"
Li Zheng untied the white cotton mask and said with a smile, "You'll wake up after the anesthetic wears off."
Third aunt suddenly knelt on the ground and banged her forehead heavily on the ground.
"Zhengwa, thank you for saving Weidong! Thank you!"
"useless!"
Li Zheng quickly helped her up.
"Zhengwa, well done, our whole family thanks you!"
Cousin Li Weiguo said loudly.
Li Zheng shook his head, "We are all family, don't say such inappropriate things!"
"Zhengwa..." Third uncle took out a stack of crumpled banknotes from his trouser pocket, the largest denomination being ten yuan, "This...this is..."
Li Zheng stuffed the money back into his hand and said, "Save it for Brother Weidong to buy nutritional supplements."
…
The news of the successful operation spread like wildfire throughout the county hospital. Soon, the entire hospital knew that Li Zheng had successfully saved a patient with a ruptured spleen.
At the surgical nurses' station, the nurses gathered together and talked in low voices.
"Have you heard? The surgery performed by Li Zheng was so beautiful!"
"Yeah, I used to think he was a playboy who only knew how to drink, but I didn't expect him to be so capable!"
"It's said that no one dared to take over that patient, and everyone requested to transfer him to another hospital. It was Dr. Li who desperately tried to keep the patient for surgery, otherwise the patient would have died long ago!"
"Ah, then Doctor Li's skills are better than Director Wang and the dean!"
"Shh, keep your voice down..."
The director of surgery, Wang Jiancheng, happened to pass by the nurses' station. He snorted coldly and quickly returned to the director's office with a face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
He sat down at his desk and slammed his thermos cup heavily on the table, feeling very unwilling.
"It's just good luck. Let's see how long he can be so proud!"
…
After settling Li Weidong, Li Zheng came to the dean's office.
At the corner of the third floor of the administrative building, the red-painted wooden door of the office was half open.
Li Zheng knocked on the door.
"Come on, come in!"
A propaganda poster of Chairman Mao inspecting rural health work hangs on the wall of Dean Zhang’s office, and "Selected Works of Teachers" is placed in the upper right corner of the lacquered wooden desk.
"sit."
Dean Zhang pointed to the paint-chipped rattan chair and pushed over the enamel pot printed with "Commemoration of the Self-Defense Counterattack War".
"Pu'er tea from Yunnan."
Li Zheng picked up the teacup. Pu'er tea was a rarity these days. He remembered the first time he drank it was at a high-end medical summit in his previous life.
Zhang Dehai took out another pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from the drawer.
"A smoke?"
The old dean handed over a cigarette.
Li Zheng took the cigarette without hesitation and the dean lit it for him personally.
Zhang Dehai also lit one himself, and the smoke slowly rose in the sunlight.
"Can you tell me what happened to you, a genius doctor like you, that led you to this state?"
Li Zheng was looking at the sycamore tree outside the window, its leaves rustling in the spring breeze.
"Dean, it's hard to put it into words!"
Zhang Dehai exhaled a puff of smoke. Li Zheng was reluctant to talk, but he didn't force him. He knew there must be something hidden.
"What are your plans for the future?"
Li Zheng took a deep breath of Daqianmen, suppressed the choking feeling, and exhaled a smoke ring.
"I'm planning to go to the south to try my luck. It's at the forefront of reform and opening up, and there are opportunities everywhere!"
Zhang Dehai stared at him for a long while, then suddenly laughed: "Boy, do you think I'll let you go?"
Li Zheng also laughed.
The sunlight shone through the glass window onto his slightly messy hair, like a layer of salt.
"Does the dean think I've turned over a new leaf?" Li Zheng said with a smile after taking a sip of Pu'er tea.
Dean Zhang sighed and said, "Come back. Consider this the starting point of your glorious life. Work your way to the provincial capital, then go back to the city and give those people a good slap in the face!"
Li Zheng was stunned for a moment and knew who those people were.
I didn't expect that Dean Zhang is also the kind of person who will seek revenge.
"Director Wang will be unhappy if I come back!" Li Zheng said with a smile.
Dean Zhang glared and said, "How dare he! He's a talented student sent down from the provincial capital, but his skills are mediocre. I think you're more suitable to be the chief of surgery!"
Li Zheng shook his head and said, "I just want to be a pure doctor... Let me go to the emergency room!"
Zhang Dehai was silent for three seconds, then nodded and said, "Our emergency surgery department is just a decoration. Even the debridement and suturing are terrible. Well, you go there and run the emergency department!"
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