Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1235 - 951 Shameless Wretch_3

Chapter 1235: Chapter 951 Shameless Wretch_3

Not long after Dean Xia had discussed Ou Lianfeng’s matter with Yang Ping, he called Yang Ping again to share some good news. The provincial authorities were ready to allocate a piece of land in the suburbs to Sanbo Hospital for an animal laboratory. This was in Nandu Provincial City, where land was incredibly valuable, yet the province had agreed to provide the land.

In fact, Dean Xia hadn’t formally applied because he knew it was impossible, so he simply did not want to complicate matters for the provincial leaders. He only mentioned it casually during a conversation with the leaders, and unexpectedly, the leaders remembered and asked Dean Xia to submit a formal report and go through the standard approval process.

As for whether the approval would be granted, the leaders could not guarantee it, but they said that in principle, they strongly supported the innovative development of Sanbo Hospital. An animal laboratory would be very helpful for doctors, especially young doctors, to enhance their practical skills and greatly aid scientific research. In line with the strategy of revitalizing the country through science and education, the province should provide support.

Dean Xia felt that he didn’t know when it started, but things at Sanbo Hospital had been going smoothly, almost as if his wishes were being fulfilled. In the past, such a project would have been impossible. Under the current development conditions, it was unthinkable to get such a large piece of land for Sanbo Hospital.

Ou Lianfeng called his wife to reassure her, and she told him that several of his coworkers had been fired from the factory for helping him. Ou Lianfeng felt guilty for causing trouble for so many people. These colleagues had done nothing but stand up for Ou Lianfeng; they had gone to the factory manager’s office to demand justice, asking why they wouldn’t provide Ou Lianfeng with the proof he needed. In a fit of anger, the factory manager fired all those who had spoken out.

In fact, these coworkers were more or less suffering from pneumoconiosis themselves, as the factory’s safety measures were completely inadequate—it could be said there were none at all. The work environment was always filled with large amounts of dust, yet the only protective gear provided to the workers was a thin, basic face mask, not even an N95, because this saved money, cutting costs.

After receiving the medical diagnosis, Ou Lianfeng felt he should turn to the media, hoping to get their help to seek justice. Relying on his own strength was too insufficient. The last time he went to the factory where he used to work, security didn’t let him in, claiming they didn’t recognize him and even saying he never worked at the factory, accusing him of trying to extort money. It was rumored that all his employment records at the factory had been destroyed.

After years of hard work at the factory, to end up with pneumoconiosis and then be dismissed by the factory as not their employee, but rather a scammer and a hooligan, was something Ou Lianfeng could not swallow.

Graduate Student Xiao Wu came to check whether Ou Lianfeng’s chest drainage tube was functioning normally, then stayed to chat for a while. These young doctors almost spent the entire year, 24 hours a day, at the hospital.

Xiao Wu was Ou Lianfeng’s primary doctor. Young doctors at the Surgical Research Institute took turns to accompany senior experts in the outpatient clinic. This allowed them to learn from the seniors, as well as assist them in seeing patients, such as by typing on computers or doing data entry. Not every senior expert was like Professor Zhang Zongshun, who could type Wubi very smoothly, hitting 70 to 80 characters a minute with no problem, playing games like "King of Glory" and "PUBG" just as well as young people.

Some senior experts typed "one-finger Zen," and if left on their own, they could not see many patients in a day. With young doctors assisting, they could focus exclusively on consulting without the frustrations of dealing with computers, which could improve work efficiency.

So Xiao Wu also rotated once a week to assist senior experts in the outpatient clinics. The rest of his time was spent working in the wards of the Surgical Research Institute. Ou Lianfeng was admitted under his care during one of these shifts, so he was in charge of him.

Newly graduated doctors were full of fervor and overflowing with empathy, deeply moved by everything they encountered—a common trait among the young. Xiao Wu was very sympathetic about Ou Lianfeng’s situation and was furious about how his previous workplace and the local occupational disease prevention office had handled the matter.

How could there still be such shameless scoundrels in this world, capable of committing such acts, without their conscience aching?

"Are you writing a medical record?"

Zhang Lin looked across at the series of "shameless scoundrels" Xiao Wu had typed on the computer and asked.

Xiao Wu immediately snapped back to reality, deleting the incorrectly typed words. His wandering thoughts had momentarily taken control of his hands. A conscience? Some people simply didn’t have