Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1358 - 1029: Racial Discrimination_2

Chapter 1358: Chapter 1029: Racial Discrimination_2

Professor Yang Ping had just seen that after the reformation during surgery, the esophagus surface ultrasound showed that all valves, septums, and inlets and outlets of the heart were neither insufficiently closed nor deficient, and all kinds of blood flow indices had fully met normal requirements. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of achievement swelling within him. Each time he completed a surgery, Professor Yang would naturally feel this sense of accomplishment.

The sense of achievement is one of the inner spiritual pillars of a doctor and also one of the motivations propelling doctors forward. Professor Yang was no exception; it was this sense of achievement that supported him in going through devilish training in the System Space.

"What happened to that aggressive guy afterward?" Xia Shu was still inquiring about the American brawny doctor that Professor Yang mentioned during the surgery.

"Civil law was useless against him, simply could not handle him. Later on, a friend of one of the victims who was a judge decided to intervene, and after discussing the case with colleagues, they decided to resort to criminal law to deal with him. It seems in the end, they indicted him using a clause of criminal law, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment," Professor Yang recalled and said, surprised that everyone was so interested in this story. Everyone was so interested in this case because it shattered some previous superstitions.

"If it wasn’t for the victim having a judge as a friend, could he still have gotten away with it?" Liang Fatty lamented.

Professor Yang nodded, "If not for the intervention of the victim’s judge friend, he would have continued to act as an expert, even sitting on the dock in the courtroom untouched."

"And after that?" Xia Shu pressed on.

"Haven’t I already said that the guy was sentenced to life imprisonment?" Liang Fatty complained about Xia Shu always digging for more details.

Professor Yang smiled faintly: "Whether the entire medical community in the United States deeply reflected on this, and then pondered how to avoid such absurd incidents, making reforms to the doctors’ evaluation system, I really couldn’t say."

Perhaps the final outcome was what Xia Shu was looking for; he really wanted to know whether they patched the loopholes and whether such an absurd type of doctor would appear again.

While Liang Fatty was administrating anesthesia recovery for Aisha, everyone sat down to rest, waiting for Aisha to wake up, and then once again joined in on this topic.

Song Zimo said, "Isn’t this just the kind of ’rabbit doctor’ we talk about?"

"Yes, he’s the ’rabbit doctor’ we talk about. This doctor was well-presented, confident, affable, highly charismatic, possessing an almost perfect résumé. It was the perfect résumé that fooled everyone, allowing him to be a doctor of death for so many years. This doctor had strong research capabilities, was very good at conducting research, writing papers, and securing research funding, but as for surgery, he was completely out of touch," Professor Yang said with a sigh. In fact, such doctors also exist in our own medical community; it’s just that no one has uncovered them yet.

"Rabbit doctor?" Old Jin had been quiet all along and now hearing these words, could not help but be filled with emotion.

"What does ’rabbit doctor’ mean?" Old Jin was emotional, whereas Xia Shu really didn’t know the implication of a ’rabbit doctor’.

Song Zimo got impatient: "How do you not know anything? You seem to be isolated from the world. A ’rabbit doctor’ is someone with high degrees, prestigious educational background, really good at writing papers and doing research, but a total mess in surgery. You know, doing research requires lab rabbits, right? It means those doctors spend most of their time dealing with rabbits, hence the name ’rabbit doctor’."

Rabbit doctor, Xia Shu couldn’t help feeling ashamed upon hearing this; it seems like our doctor evaluation system is aiming towards rabbit doctors, emphasizing research over clinical practice. No matter whether they can perform surgery or not, as long as there are papers and projects, they can rocket up the professional titles. Without papers and projects, even if the surgery is well-performed, it’s useless; one would only be stuck as a permanent attending.

This creates a group of specialists and directors who can’t perform surgery or perform it very poorly. Old Jin was lost in myriad thoughts.

"Old Jin, how’s the situation with your professional title?" Song Zimo asked Old Jin.

Old Jin shook his head, "I have abandoned that thought, planning to be an attending physician for life," Old Jin said in a forlorn tone.

"Don’t you already have papers and projects?" Song Zimo asked.

Old Jin said, "To be evaluated for a professional title, you need three things: papers, projects, and connections. I lack the most important one—connections."

"Didn’t I introduce you to a friend last time? Why hasn’t there been any movement?" Song Zimo has always been very concerned about Old Jin’s professional title. He feels that Old Jin is talented, and compared to those group leaders in the Orthopedics Department, Old Jin’s surgical skills are far superior. Yet now, at his age, he’s still a attending physician, and he used to have to pull night shifts in Orthopedics.

"Ah, let’s forget it. I can’t get over that hurdle in my heart. Don’t bother setting things up for me in the future. I’m content being an attending physician," Old Jin said somewhat sentimentally.

Song Zimo thinks he’s really too old-fashioned: "What hurdle? It’s not that big a deal. If it really doesn’t work out, let Professor Yang say a word for you."

"Stop it. If Professor Yang speaks up for me on this matter, I’ll feel even worse." Old Jin quickly interjected, sincerely not wanting to trouble Yang Ping over this.

"Alright then, remain an attending physician for eternity." Song Zimo felt helpless. Why was this person so stubborn and old-fashioned?

"I’m quite happy with it," Old Jin said as he crossed his legs.

While everyone was chatting, Little Aisha had already woken up. Liang Fatty’s anesthesia skills were getting better and better. The dosage of the anesthetic and the depth of anesthesia were perfectly administered.

The chat ceased as everyone went to make their rounds. Song Zimo patted Old Jin on the shoulder: "You should be more flexible. Even if you’re an attending physician at a place like the Surgical Research Institute, it doesn’t stop you from progressing. Just let me know when you don’t feel that hurdle in your heart anymore, and I’ll give you a hand."

The children’s patient rounds went very smoothly. Xia Shu did the rounds by himself, with everyone else standing by as audience.

When Aisha was wheeled out of the Operating Room, Brian was extremely excited.

Over the years, Aisha’s heart condition had been a sore spot for Brian. He had thought that his granddaughter’s life was already on countdown, so every time he saw his granddaughter playing happily, he couldn’t help feeling a tinge of sorrow. As a medical scientist, he couldn’t offer any valuable help to his lovely granddaughter, and could only watch her life ticking down. The feeling was extremely agonizing, like being pricked in the heart with a needle every day.

So now seeing his granddaughter being wheeled out of the Operating Room, with the doctor announcing that the surgery went smoothly, Brian touched his granddaughter’s warm cheek and couldn’t help but break down in tears, overwhelmed with emotion.

Soon after, Aisha was taken to the Cardiovascular ICU, where she would need to be monitored for about 3 days before being transferred back to the regular ward. After communicating with the ICU attending doctor, Brian went with Manstein to the Bakery to arrange for a pennant.

It was still August who knew the ropes well. Guided by him, Manstein arrived at the Waterlily Bread Store and explained his intentions to the lady boss—they needed a pennant for Professor Yang Ping at the Surgical Research Institute. Yu Shuilian immediately understood and informed them it would cost 200 RMB. If it was urgent, for an additional 40 RMB, they could get it within an hour, otherwise, it would be ready for pickup after 24 hours in this shop.

Of course, Brian didn’t mind the extra 40 RMB and immediately placed a rush order for the pennant, his thoughts for the content already prepared with a draft in hand. He wrote a letter of thanks, requesting the words to be transcribed onto the pennant.

Yu Shuilian informed the banner shop owner of the situation. The banner shop owner had never encountered a pennant with so many words before. The price needed to be doubled, not because of exploitation, but rather the cost was indeed based on size and the number of words on the flag—surely a few words versus more than a hundred words would not cost the same.

With too many pennants received, the Surgical Research Institute now had to use a special room just to hang them, and there were still many that couldn’t be mounted on the walls because there were simply too many.

Having arranged for the pennant, Brian and Manstein decided to grab something to eat at the Waterlily Bread Store, which is said to be a must-visit for anyone from Sanbo Hospital.