Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1312 - 994: Chance for Revenge_2

Chapter 1312: Chapter 994: Chance for Revenge_2

The debridement pack, lidocaine, saline solution, and of course, sterile gloves, and sterile specimen bags, scalpel blades, these were all materials lacking in the internal medicine ward. Other than gloves, the rest needed to be temporarily allocated. Director Jiang issued the orders, and Fu Xiaotao’s attending doctor and head nurse began to arrange for various dispatches. It was impossible to fetch materials from the warehouse on short notice; it’s usually borrowed from surgery.

In the borrowing process, due to the huge gap between internal medicine and surgery, people would occasionally come over to inquire what size of gloves were needed, powdered or powder-free, as well as the specifications of the blades – whether scalpel blades, round knives, or bent knives were needed.

Had it not been for Director Jiang already making the arrangements for the supplies, Professor Yang Ping would have simply made a call to have his own department’s doctors or nurses bring over a complete set, which would have been faster. After many back-and-forth communications, the oncology team finally gathered the materials needed for the minor surgery.

Of course, while they were arranging the materials, Professor Yang Ping was not idle. Drafting the surgery informed consent form and conducting the signature talks was personally undertaken, with Director Jiang standing by, unable to offer much help.

The minor surgery was conducted in the ward’s treatment room. The attending doctor wheeled in Fu Xiaotao, then helped him onto the treatment bed.

"You’ll be my assistant!" Professor Yang Ping ordered the student who came along.

The student, flattered by the request, immediately began to help. Probably due to nervousness, it took several minutes just to put on the gloves, and by the time the student was ready to assist, both gloves were crumpled.

Professor Yang Ping’s movements were extremely swift. After the local anesthesia, the knife was raised and immediately a lymph node was separated without any bleeding and dropped into the sterile specimen bag. Director Jiang watched the scene feeling something oddly familiar, as if having seen a similar scenario in childhood, yet couldn’t recall it at the moment.

Throughout the process, Fu Xiaotao felt no pain, feeling as if after lying down, everything was over. It was too quick; he even felt he hadn’t found a comfortable position yet.

The graduate student helped deliver the specimen directly to the Pathology Department. Doctor Wen Ruzheng was not in the department; Director Guan was there instead. Director Guan asked the graduate student which department was in such a hurry to send the specimen, to which the student replied that Professor Yang Ping had ordered it.

Director Guan immediately had the pathology slice taken in and didn’t forget to order, "Let Wen Ruzheng handle this specimen, call him."

A specimen sent personally by Professor Yang Ping must certainly be another challenging case. Director Guan knew well that he wasn’t up to dealing with these kinds of specimens, it was only Wen Ruzheng who could tackle them. Wen Ru might be a little odd in temperament, but he definitely had real talent. Director Guan had always cherished Wen Ruzheng and even intended to have him succeed as the department director.

After arranging for the specimen, Director Guan had the graduate student convey a message to Professor Yang Ping: Wen Ruzheng would personally prepare and observe the pathology slides.

After the consultation was over, Professor Yang Ping returned to his department. It would take some time for the pathology diagnosis to come out, even with Wen Ruzheng handling it exclusively, the results would be forthcoming after 24 hours.

The next day, after 6 p.m., as Professor Yang Ping had just finished a surgery and was in the doctor’s office discussing a case with Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang, he received a call from Wen Ruzheng: "I’ve figured it out, I’ve seen it!"

"What have you figured out?" Professor Yang Ping asked him, but Wen Ruzheng on the other end of the phone was silent, acting mysteriously.

Ever since the last time Wen Ruzheng lost a bet to Professor Yang Ping and subsequently had to run three laps around the hospital naked, he had been stoking his resolve for revenge. Apart from the time spent on daily necessities, he had devoted nearly all of his time to studying pathology. Today, he finally saw his opportunity for revenge.

"Video call! Bring Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang; are they there?" Wen Ruzheng said, if those two weren’t there, they would have to reschedule the video call.

Mysterious indeed! Professor Yang Ping called Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang: "Let’s head to the Pathology Department and see what Wen Ruzheng is up to."

So, the three of them arrived at the Pathology Department. Wen Ruzheng was lounging by a microscope, seemingly waiting for Professor Yang Ping’s arrival: "Professor Yang, please have a seat."

"So, what’s the situation with Fu Xiaotao’s pathology slice? What did you find out?" Professor Yang Ping asked directly, not wanting to play any mysterious games with him.

Wen Ruzheng wasn’t in a hurry to answer, he just smiled enigmatically: "No rush, no rush, Professor Yang, how about we make another bet this time? The same kind of bet as last time."

"A bet? What bet?" Professor Yang Ping had already forgotten Wen Ruzheng’s last streaking bet.

With full confidence, Wen Ruzheng said: "This patient’s pathology slice, I have successfully deciphered. I am one hundred percent confident in my findings. If you can figure it out too, I lose. I’ll run three laps naked around the hospital. If you can’t, I’m sorry; you’ll run three laps naked. How about it?"

Damn, this is about revenge. Professor Yang Ping finally understood why Wen Ruzheng was acting so secretive and had insisted on bringing Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang along – he just wanted to recreate the previous scene.

The thought of Professor Yang Ping running naked! Just the thought was thrilling. Ha-ha, Wen Ruzheng was already laughing heartily inside.

"What, you don’t dare?" Wen Ruzheng unveiled his act of provocation at just the right moment, afraid that Yang Ping would back out at the last second and cause him to lose this perfect opportunity for revenge. He wanted to rise from where he had fallen—this time, Wen Ruzheng was determined to stand up with dignity.

Wen Ruzheng thought to himself, if I may say so, there are very few hospitals in the world that could make out this pathology slice, and even in the United States, only institutions of the caliber of Mayo and Hopkins could possibly recognize it. My skills are not for show—I’m world-class now. In China, probably only two or three people could make it out. As a surgeon, Yang Ping does have impressive pathological knowledge, but it’s hardly possible for it to reach this level. Professional barriers do exist; I’m one hundred percent sure to win this bet.

If Wen Ruzheng hadn’t devoted himself to intense study recently, he might not have been able to make the right call. Opportunity, oh opportunity, it comes to those who are prepared.

"Let me take a look—" Yang Ping thought to go over for a glance.

Wen Ruzheng immediately stretched out his hand to stop Yang Ping, blocking him with his body in front of the microscope: "Let’s get this straight, are you betting or not? If you don’t bet, it’s the same as admitting defeat."

"Wen Ruzheng, what are you playing at? Everyone is busy; we don’t have time to fool around with you. Just tell us what the illness is," Song Zimo said impatiently.

Wen Ruzheng immediately responded unhappily, "Young Master Song, what’s the matter? Are all of you afraid? Did I, Wen Ruzheng, show fear last time? Even after losing, didn’t I run around naked for three laps?"

"Well—us—being—afraid—is—just—we—don’t want— you—to—lose face again. we’re all brothers, there’s no need to be so—cruel," Xu Zhiliang said seriously to Wen Ruzheng.

Song Zimo also persuaded him, "Yeah, once is enough. Why go for it a second time? Unless you’re telling us your muscle mass has improved recently and you want to show off."

On hearing this, Wen Ruzheng felt even more displeased: "You don’t need to worry about me. I’m willing to accept the consequences of the bet, what’s the problem, do you dare to bet or not?"

Song Zimo shook his head, having seen those who aren’t afraid to die, but never one quite this unafraid: "This time, no underwear allowed!"

"Done!" Wen Ruzheng agreed without a second thought.

Sighing, Yang Ping said, "Doctor Wen, given our relationship, must we really do this? Is there no room for compromise?"

"No! But rest assured, if I, Wen Ruzheng, lose again, I absolutely won’t run away. I will run three laps around Sanbo Hospital without wearing underwear," Wen Ruzheng declared emphatically.

Yang Ping had no choice but to say, "Okay, let’s bet!"

Only then did Wen Ruzheng step aside and let Yang Ping go to the microscope. Yang Ping sat down, glanced through it, and within less than a minute, said, "Kasabach-Merritt syndrome!"

Hearing the diagnosis from Yang Ping, Wen Ruzheng felt as if struck by lightning, petrified on the spot, hardly believing his ears.

"Buddy, pick your time, but remember, no underwear!"

Song Zimo patted the petrified Wen Ruzheng on the shoulder, and the three, pressed for time and having obtained the result, left the Pathology Department straight away.

"Little Wen! Are you okay?" Director Guan came out of his office to find Wen Ruzheng sitting on the chair, motionless, his expression blank.

"Little Wen! Little Wen! Little Wen!"

Director Guan called out three times, but Wen Ruzheng showed no reaction, which gave Director Guan a start. He immediately rushed over, fearing something might have happened since he was so still.

"Oh—nothing!"

Wen Ruzheng finally made a sound.

"You gave me a scare. I thought you had a stroke," Director Guan took a deep breath.

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