Chapter 1: The Office's Unspoken Rules...

  Yang Zongbao saw the patient's family members, who were all wearing very old clothes. Except for the young man who had just spoken, everyone else looked like typical rural peasants, and Yang Zongbao could even smell the earthy scent as soon as he got close to them.

  "This isn't quite right, don't worry, we will make some compensation and fire this intern doctor. What do you think?" Dean Chen still had a kind face, making Yang Zongbao want to vomit. He didn't know where he learned this facial expression that was even more powerful than a chameleon's.

  "We don't want compensation, we just need revenge." The young man's eyes turned red.

  "We can understand your sorrow, but please also consider the difficulties of the hospital. After all, it's an intern who has nothing to do with the hospital, so..." Dean Chen vaguely explained in the largest possible scope, taking advantage of outsiders' ignorance about what interns really are.

  "No way, we hope he gets the punishment he deserves from a legal perspective." The young man insisted excitedly.

  "If you don't agree to settle this privately, then please let the medical accident team enter the hospital. But I must declare first that the doctor responsible for the patient's surgery is an external doctor, and from a legal perspective, the hospital does not bear complete responsibility. However, hiring this doctor was also the hospital's fault, so regardless of whether you want to sue or not, the hospital will still provide you with some economic compensation." Chen's words left the patient's family stunned. Among them, a young man stood up, his eyes brimming with tears, and said to Chen: "Thank you, we also know it's not the hospital's fault, but that doctor has no ethics. Thank you very much!"

  Yang Zongbao sneered in his heart: This young man is so naive. The hospital was obviously cheating, but unfortunately the other party seemed to be a university student who had not yet entered society, and the other family members did not seem to be good at dancing either. So they were easily fooled by Director Chen's few words. Now the eyes looking at Yang Zongbao were as if they wanted to devour him. The conflicting cannon fire was all directed at Yang Zongbao.

  "It wasn't me." Yang Zongbao was no fool either, and if he took the blame for this, it would be equivalent to giving up his medical career. After all, before even getting a medical license, being involved in a manslaughter case would be recorded in his personal file. Even if there were no consequences, he had no obligation to admit to something he didn't do, so if the hospital thought he would remain silent and take the fall, they were wrong.

  "Isn't it you?" The young man looked at Dean Chen in surprise.

  "Of course it's him." Dean Chen pushed Yang Zongbao out of the dean's office and pulled him into another office before he could speak again: "Are you crazy? Can't you see that things are almost settled? What do you want to do?"

  "What am I supposed to do? This has nothing to do with me, I don't know why you want to frame me for this, do you think I'm an idiot?" Yang Zongbao is no longer being polite just because the other person is his superior.

  "Didn't the head of your department discuss it with you?" Dean Chen made a surprised expression: "We've discussed it, this time you'll take responsibility. Of course, we will give you some compensation."

  "Is it a good deal?" Yang Zongbao caught this key point very keenly.

  "Right, we made the decision overnight, didn't Director Chen tell you? Never mind, this isn't the time to argue with you. Later when you go out, your attitude must be good, if the other party doesn't sue you then you'll have escaped disaster. Do you understand? Your attitude must be good." Director Chen seemed to be wholeheartedly considering Yang Zong's well-being, speaking with a heavy heart and sincerity, only lacking beating his chest and stamping his feet.

  "I'm not wrong, this has nothing to do with me." Yang Zongbao still had a cold expression on his face and refused to admit it.

  "Are you not wrong?" Director Chen suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person, standing up straight and saying: "Many people can testify against you, and it's clearly written on your medical record. Do you still want to deny it? Just now I was trying to persuade you with kind words, but I didn't expect you to be so stubborn and unwilling to listen, forcing everyone to lose face."

  "Is this your amazing skill of changing faces?" Yang Zongbao's mind was racing. It was written clearly on the medical record? That means the medical record has been altered, and he is being framed by the hospital collectively?

  "What did you say? Yang Zongbao, I told you not to be shameless. I spoke kindly and said so much just to let you think it through carefully. If you don't make a sound this time, the hospital will always have a place for you."

  Director Chen's words were both gentle and severe, and ordinary people might have been persuaded, but Yang Zongbao would never be. Don't look at him for not arguing about anything in peacetime, but he has a stubborn temper and refuses to admit defeat.

  Director Chen thought he had convinced Yang Zongbao, so he patted him on the shoulder and said: "You go back first, if there's anything or any arrangement, I'll let you know."

  Yang Zongbao didn't say another word and turned around to leave the office. He didn't want to stay with Principal Chen, who was so hypocritical.

  Looking at Yang Zongbao's back, Dean Chen subconsciously touched his pocket, where there was a 300,000 check given by Li Jianjin yesterday. In this world, money is the key to opening doors. Yang Zongbao can't blame others, he can only blame himself for not choosing his parents carefully when he was born. Thinking of this, Dean Chen almost burst out laughing. Lately, he's been short on money, and now it's being delivered right to his doorstep. If there were a few more cases like this every year, he could buy several more houses outside.

  Director Chen perhaps would rather die than think that there were still things he hadn't taken care of, so he put on a pleased expression, changed his clothes and wore an "I-hate-that-things-aren't-going-as-planned" look, walked out of the office, preparing to continue wrangling with the patient's family.

  Yang Zongbao returned to the operating room and happened to run into Director Mao, who seemed to be waiting for him on purpose.

  "Back?" Director Mao asked calmly.

  "Hmm." Yang Zongbao also didn't want to say more and directly asked: "Do you agree with their decision?"

  "Don't think nonsense, I'll protect you." Director Mao furrowed his brow: "You go to operating room 2, there's an operation waiting for you. When something happens, just do other things and tire yourself out a bit. So as not to indulge in wild thoughts."

  Yang Zongbao heard Director Mao's statement and didn't know why he felt a sense of relief in his heart, happily running into the operating room.

  Director Mao, standing at the door, was not as relaxed as Yang Zongbao. Although he had spoken confidently and promised to protect his students, after all, the other side was a group of people, and he was outnumbered and outmatched. After thinking for a moment, he decisively changed his shoes and went to find the old principal.

  "Director Lao, why didn't you stop this?" Director Mao stood in front of Director Lao's desk, looking at the back of Director Lao who was facing away from him, and asked.

  "Patriotism, don't be too anxious. Actually, I have no choice either. It seems that this is the best solution for now." Director Li didn't turn his head back. He continued to look out of the window at the patients exercising in the garden.

  "What's best? You also know how talented that child is, can you bear to ruin him like this?"

  "What should we do then?" Li Lao asked suddenly, turning his head to stare at Mao Aiguo.

  "Just do what needs to be done and identify those responsible for the accident." Director Mao said with difficulty.

  "What you said sounds easy, but it's not that simple when standing in my position. You have to consider the whole hospital." The old director sighed.

  "It can't be Li Jian, right?" Director Mao thought for a moment as well.

  "If it were Li Jian, that would be easy to handle. The problem is Li Ze and Director Chen are involved. Director Chen, you know the medical affairs of the hospital, this is a big deal."

  "If the butt is clean, there's nothing to fear." Director Mao of course knew what Old Dean was getting at. The hospital pharmacy was an area prone to corruption. And being in charge of this corrupt area was like lying on a gold mine.

  "Is your butt clean?" The old director suddenly asked: "You're not clean, and even all the big and small people in this hospital are not clean. Don't think others don't know, Director Chen has an account there too. If I don't give him face this time, then..."

  "Are you giving up just because of this?" Director Mao shouted out in a bad mood.

  "Don't yell at me, if your butt was clean, you wouldn't be so passive now."

  "I didn't..."

  "Don't pretend to be innocent, I know everything. This isn't a big deal, every hospital is the same, but Dean Chen has records of your monthly medication usage and brand. If you don't have any problems, I'll immediately help you keep Yang Zongbao safe, although I don't know what price we'll have to pay." Director Li stated his stance, but now it's Director Mao's turn to fall silent.

  "I may have a soft spot for certain medicinal products." Director Mao said through gritted teeth.

  "I know. How many more years can I still sit in this position? Can't you be the one I'm counting on? Ah, Guo, think about your own future."

  Seeing off Mao Aiguo, Dean Li finally let out a sigh of relief. What was the point of doing this? Saying that loving the country is not clean, which one in this hospital except the newcomer is clean? The preference for certain manufacturers' drugs and equipment has long been no secret. This is the style of this industry. The person in charge of the drug, who wants to sell a little face. He still has 2 years before retirement, absolutely cannot be late in life.

  In operating room 2, Yang Zongbao is performing an appendectomy. The other party may be a newcomer to the hospital and always complains that Yang Zongbao's anesthesia effect is not good, abdominal muscle tension, and it is difficult to make an incision.

  "You say your abs aren't loose? Get your director over here." Yang Zongbao's temper was bad now, and his words were no longer warm and gentle. He directly dialed a phone call to Hu Dong.

  "Hello?"

  "Director Hu, something happened between me and the doctor in your department. He can't perform an appendectomy, so you'd better come over to wrap things up."

  Yang Zongbao spoke very rudely and hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

  The doctor stared at Yang Zongbao in shock and said: "You're just an anesthesiologist."

  "Not bad, I'm just an anesthesiologist." Yang Zongbao frankly admitted: "But I can stop your surgery."

  "You're going too far."

  "I'm being too harsh, but you can't even assess the patient's abdominal muscle condition, I highly doubt whether you can complete the surgery smoothly. So call your director over, just in case something unexpected happens."

  Yang Zongbao was very clear about the anesthetic effect of this operation, which should be very successful. However, the surgeon kept complaining about the anesthetic effect, it can be imagined that he is not very familiar with appendicitis surgery. It's possible that the incision was made on the muscle surface, which led to what happened earlier. Yang Zongbao always had a sense of apology in his heart, so he didn't want things to happen again, so he called Hu Dong to take care of it.

  Hu Dong changed his clothes and walked in within 5 minutes.

  "What's wrong?"

  "He said I didn't anesthetize well and the patient's abdomen wasn't relaxed." Yang Zongbao glossed over what had just happened.

  "Let me see."

  Hu Dong stepped onto the stage, patted the patient's abdomen with his hand, and immediately turned to the surgeon and said: "The anesthesia is very good, there's no problem operating under these conditions. You can step down now."