Surgery Godfather
Chapter 693 - 618: The Gentleman

Chapter 693: Chapter 618: The Gentleman

That evening, the provincial leaders personally oversaw the operations.

The Shipo police and armed police were deployed, promptly blockading the area along Zhang Tiejun’s route of activity and evacuating and screening the people involved.

County Chief Wu of Shipo County was a capable person. Upon receiving the notification, he personally took action. Even before the leaders from the province arrived, he had already begun to coordinate efforts and strategically deploy resources to block off the area and carry out evacuation based on the information provided.

When it comes to matters of life and death, no one dared to slack off. A slight oversight could lead to a disaster, not only jeopardizing their positions, but also possibly translating to a new job – operating a sewing machine in prison.

The area was split into grids for searching. The armed police and local police didn’t even have time to put on their protective suits, and the small county town couldn’t possibly source enough radiation protection suits all of a sudden.

In order to find the radiation source as quickly as possible, they went into action lightly equipped and without any protection.

Before setting out, they were briefed on some knowledge about radiation sources. In case they found one, they were to seal and guard it on the spot, keep a distance from the source, change the guards regularly, temporarily put on limited protective suits, and wait for experts to arrive for recovery.

Distance protection is the simplest, yet also effective.

A helicopter urgently transported the first batch of experts and equipment to Shipo County’s county seat. Without even having a drink of water, they started to use the advantage of their equipment and began a carpet-style search.

One team after another materialized as the second and third batches of experts and equipment arrived.

After painstakingly searching and only finding objects like gold rings, keychains, screws, metal buttons, and pull rings, around 3 am, the radiation safety experts finally located the radiation source in a drain by a road with the help of detection equipment. They recovered it to a specialized sealed container.

That way, the troublesome radiation source was completely controlled.

The households on that street might also have been exposed to radiation damage and were taken to the hospital for inspection.

As it turned out, the so-called "bracelet" was actually a finely structured metal segment. It looked like a broken chain, because the metal material was very shiny and had a good texture. It was very beautiful and easy to mistake for valuable metal jewelry.

However, no one could have imagined that the matchstick-sized object attached to it contained the extremely hazardous radioactive material Iridium-192!

This kind of radioactive material is usually used for industrial inspections and is stored in a professional container. No one knew when or how it ended up outside and was picked up by Zhang Tiejun under the bridge.

It was this beautiful "bracelet of terror" that subjected Zhang Tiejun to radiation exposure thousands of times higher than the safety limit for a few hours.

Fortunately, when he picked up the metal piece that day, the source slipped out of his pocket. This broken pocket saved Zhang Tiejun. Otherwise, prolonged exposure would have certainly led to his death, with no chance to receive treatment.

When Zhang Tiejun carried the radiation source, he did not have close, prolonged contact with other people, and the place where it fell wasn’t a densely populated area, thus avoiding an even greater disaster.

When the radiation source was found, everyone from the province to the county breathed a sigh of relief - this was a major public safety event.

After undergoing emergency surgery that night, Zhang Tiejun had his right hand amputated from the wrist, a large amount of necrotic tissue was removed from his right hip area, and varied amounts of necrotic tissue were removed from multiple areas on his left upper and lower limb.

The following morning, Sanbo Hospital’s helicopter was not used.

For the sake of time, the province sent a medical airplane to transport Zhang Tiejun to Beijing’s 307 Hospital for continued treatment.

Because the necrosis was progressive, Zhang Tiejun still had many surgeries ahead of him.

Also, his organs were also likely to become necrotic soon. So, there were many challenges ahead for this young man.

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The next day at noon, a significant and unusual event occurred at Sanbo Hospital.

Doctor Wen of the Pathology department was seen running around the hospital in his underwear, attracting the attention of many doctors, nurses, patients, patients’ families, and bystanders.

Unconcerned about anyone else, Doctor Wen completed his warm-up exercises and then started running around the hospital from the east gate.

Three laps, and not a single one less.

He comforted himself with the spirit of Ah Q, reasoning that his swimming trunks weren’t much different from his underwear. There was nothing to be shy about.

Moreover, he had a bit of muscle, which had a certain aesthetic appeal.

Upon hearing the news, people gradually flocked to see, especially the younger forces at the hospital--graduate students, standardized training students, and interns.

Usually, they spent all day in the hospital working with not much in the way of entertainment. At lunchtime, upon hearing about this strange event, anyone with spare time left their meals uneaten and began searching for the running man.

The crowd of onlookers grew larger, with people both young and old, male and female. However, there were mostly young men, while women generally watched from a distance.

Many people ran along, some recorded videos with their mobile phones and posted them on their moments, while others egged him on.

Doctor Wen’s actions were not only to fulfill his bet’s punishment, but also an act of self-reproach. Having made a definite diagnosis, he failed to realize that it was a public safety incident and even figured on waiting until the next day to report it.

So, he used this method to remind himself not to repeat such mistakes in the future.

There was also another reason, his shame at being outranked by a novice in the diagnosis of pathological sections. He was using this event to remember his humiliation and motivate himself to do better.

If it weren’t for me, Wen Ruzheng, the pathology department of Sanbo Hospital would have regressed three years.

He was determined to win this round back eventually.

"Keep going!"

"Nice muscles."

"Surprisingly, he doesn’t have a beer belly, but neither does he have abs."

"Who is that? Someone from the pathology department?"

"What’s going on? Why is he suddenly running half-naked?"

"Did something happen to him?"

"Hard to say!"

It was noon, everyone’s time to eat and rest. Although many people gathered in the operation room, even more people went to the hospital canteen to eat. Sanbo Hospital had thousands of employees and spectators couldn’t resist a good spectacle.

Step by step, the owners and employees of the stores around the hospital and passers-by also joined the crowd of onlookers.

When the news of someone running around the hospital in his underwear reached the ears of Director Zhao in the hospital’s medical department, he began to think this person was crazy. The constant looking at pathology sections must have damaged his brain. Performing such indecent and uncivilized acts.

Director Zhao grabbed the phone and roared into the receiver:

"Old Guan, what’s going on with your colleague Wen Ruzheng? In broad daylight, I hear he’s running around the hospital in his underwear? He’s making a spectacle of himself. Is he mad? If he really is, send him to the psychiatric ward for a few injections. Go get him for me and if you can’t, he can just quit his job tomorrow. We don’t have such nutcases in Sanbo---I’ll go get him myself. Where is he now?"

Director Zhao originally wanted the head of pathology department, Guan, to settle the matter, but eventually decided to do it himself if Old Guan couldn’t.

"He’s now at the north gate, with a cheerleading squad."

The secretary reported, he has been following the situation closely, gathering information to spice up his moment story.

Bloody annoying. There are such lunatics, Director Zhao clenches his chest.

Dean Xia has been quite unconventional in hiring talents in recent years, all sorts of strange creatures have been recruited. That Xu Zhiliang, not to mention his stuttering, devours eight large steamed buns per meal, always falls asleep during meetings. Criticised numerous times, he remains as unyielding as a dead pig who isn’t afraid of boiling water. Now he’s been recruited by Yang Ping, becoming even more fearless.

This Wen Ruzheng, not a normal character either, these PhDs really have been studying to the point of madness.

"Do you know why? Why he suddenly went for an underwear parade?"

The secretary almost sprayed his meal, ’underwear parade’, Director Zhao is quite trendy with the phrases.

"Not quite sure, I’m still asking the doctors from Pathology."

The secretary lifted his smartphone.

Dumbasses! Sanbo is going to be a laughing stock in the healthcare industry, an honourable Sanbo doctor, a PhD, running around the hospital in his underwear, Sanbo is about to become internet famous.

"Take me there now, where is he now?"

Director Zhao decided to take matters into his own hands, not even able to tame these rascals.

Doctor Wen is running around the hospital in a counter-clockwise direction, having already passed the north and west gates, soon to reach the south one. The enthusiastic onlookers haven’t diminished, with folks like a fishmonger wearing a chef’s hat, even carrying a knife in his hand.

Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang didn’t expect him to really go through with it. The two rushed up to stop Doctor Wen. Xu Zhiliang cursed: "Still not---ashamed enough, you---think---think---think---you’re all trendy and hip in your undies, right?"

Doctor Wen stiffened his neck: "I, Wen Ruzheng, stand upright with my conscience clear——"

"I let you stand upright with your conscience clear, I let you stand upright with your conscience clear——"

Director Zhao jumped out from somewhere, smacking Doctor Wen with a white gown.

"Put this on, to my office!" Director Zhao threw the white gown at Doctor Wen, kicking him hard on the ass, leaving a foot print on the underwear.

Doctor Wen put on the white coat gloomily, half of his chest was exposed, buttons not properly fastened. He looked just like a pork butcher, following behind Director Zhao.

"Disperse, disperse. All of you just standing here watching instead of working, if you don’t get back to work, I’ll dock your salary." Director Zhao was really angry, cursing at a few familiar young doctors from Sanbo Hospital.

Doctor Wen, like a defeated pup, was dragged back to the medical office by Director Zhao.

Once in the office, Director Zhao had the door closed by the secretary. He slapped his hand onto the desk.

"Wen Ruzheng, have all those pathology sections you’ve looked at made you nuts? What kind of place is this hospital? What is your role here? You run around the hospital in your underwear, trying to get famous, right? If you dare, strip naked and run three laps."

Director Zhao stopped to take a sip of tea after his tirade. The tea was still piping hot, causing Director Zhao to grimace.

"I made a bet with someone, a gentleman’s honor is at stake here."

Doctor Wen responded calmly, a mere run won’t get a tenured man fired.

"Who did you make a bet with?"

"Yang Ping!"

"Yang Ping?"

"It’s about yesterday’s pathology section for the radiation source injury case. I bet that Yang Ping would not be able to make a diagnosis, but he did. And so today, I ran in my underwear."

"Are you out of your mind? You could bet with anyone else but him. What kind of person is Yang Ping, can he even be considered a person?"

Doctor Wen and the few secretaries turned their gaze to him.

Feeling that what he just said was inappropriate, Director Zhao quickly added a sentence to avoid misunderstanding.

"He’s simply an alien."

What kind of idiot would bet with Yang Ping? It serves him right, even if he had to run naked, not just in underwear.

Half of Director Zhao’s rage vanished.

"Today, Old Guan called and said that you can diagnose from this tissue section, good for you!"

Director Zhao raised his thumb.

"If it’s not based on clinical evidence, just from the tissue section alone, Old Guan also said he couldn’t do it. Wen Ruzheng, you are really talented, just a little stubborn. Do you take every bet seriously, even when jokingly made? If I told you to eat shit, would you?"

Doctor Wen still remained calm, like stubborn Kong Yiji.

"A gentleman’s word, like a fast horse, cannot be chased back easily. That’s why I didn’t bet on eating shit, just about semi-naked running. This is something I knew I could do. I always consider whether I can fulfil what I agree to, never promising what I can’t achieve."

"And you’re justified?"

"You asked me just now, I just expressed my genuine thoughts."

"Director Zhao!"

At this point, the secretary wanted to throw in a word.

"What is it?"

"Someone has phoned 12345 to complain about the underwear running, they are still asking for our response."

"The person who complained must have been bored. Which eye of his saw it was underwear? Can’t one wear a smaller size of sports shorts?"

Director Zhao was so annoyed, he couldn’t stand those who would complain at the drop of a hat.