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

  "Haha, annoying, damn it."

  "Haha, I'm not a dead ghost, I'm a lustful ghost."

  "Be careful, someone is watching."

  "Don't worry, I've taken care of them all. Besides, there are only two of us in the duty room."

  "Hush, it's not good to say this, beware of ears on the other side of the wall."

  "Well, I'm off then."

  "Wait..."

  Yang Zongbao stood helplessly in front of the duty room door and heard the above conversation. He was in a dilemma.

  Just now, the nurse received a call from the general surgery department of the hospital, saying that there was an emergency case and the current situation was unclear. They asked the operating room to be prepared. Yang Zongbao had just graduated from Medical University as an undergraduate. Because the school's reputation wasn't very good, it was only a second-rate university, so he could only find a mediocre job in his hometown hospital through connections.

  This hospital is also very good, and Yang Zongbao doesn't know how he got in. It seems that his luck was particularly good, as after graduation, his classmates all went their separate ways, and even if they knew where they were going, the hospitals they found were absolutely not as good as the one Yang Zongbao is in.

  Luck is really hard to say.

  It is said that there is a gain and a loss, because the hospital has many graduates from top national universities, and the people around are mostly postgraduates with doctoral degrees, so Yang Zongbao really has no sense of security or advantage among them.

  The man and woman in the duty room were obviously today's second-line doctor deputy director Li Ze and nurse Yang Yan.

  These two people, with their families in tow, locked eyes at some point and place a few days after Yang Zongbao arrived at the hospital, sparking a passionate flame that left them breathless every night they were on duty, with Yang Zongbao always able to hear the sound of their fervent voices coming from outside the duty room.

  I don't know if they know or not, but the hospital is so stingy that the walls of the duty room are as thin as paper, and the sounds inside can be heard outside like a live broadcast.

  The nurse outside took the patient away. Yang Zongbao was a newcomer who had no prescribing power within a year and had to notify Deputy Director Li Ze inside to take charge.

  But at this moment, it's clear that things have reached a critical point, and if interrupted suddenly, it could cause lifelong harm to the man.

  "Xiao Yang, has the director found you?" Nurse Zhou Xing, who went to pick up the patient, shouted from the other end of the corridor: "The patient is here, in operating room 2, hurry up." After finishing speaking, she bounced into the operating room.

  The operating room itself and the anesthesiologist's office duty room are separate but just a door apart.

  Zhou Xing's loud voice saved Yang Zongbao from embarrassment. The duty room heard the sound of rustling and rapid dressing.

  Yang Zongbao quickly ran to the other end of the corridor, pretending that he was just about to walk into the duty room. Coincidentally, at this moment Li Ze buttoned up his white coat and came out of the duty room, closing the door behind him with a sweep of his hand.

  "What's wrong?" Li Ze walked ahead, very pleased that Yang Zongbao didn't look towards the duty room.

  "An emergency case of a suicidal patient has arrived, don't know the specifics, in operating room 2." Yang Zongbao followed closely behind Li Ze, walking quickly, thinking to himself that this was definitely not over, an arrow on the string waiting to be fired, which is why he's so furious.

  In operating room 2, the patient lay on the operating table. Li Ze naturally picked up the medical record and walked to one side to understand it.

  Yang Zongbao then began connecting the patient to a monitor.

  The patient who attempted suicide was very young, under 20 years old, with a beautiful face. Only the wrist of the right hand had been cut several times with a knife, but there was no more bleeding, apparently the patient's own coagulation function was very good.

  The patient still has tears in his eyes, and it's probably another case of suicide for love.

  "Get an arm numbness anesthesia." Li Ze quickly decided on the anesthesia method: "You solve it yourself, call me if you need anything." After finishing speaking, Li Ze left.

  "Oh." Yang Zongbao sighed. That's just how it is. In a hospital, not everything can be resolved with medical skills alone. Formal procedures still need to be followed.

  For example, even if Yang Zongbao can do this anesthesia alone, because he has not graduated for a year, he needs the approval of a senior doctor and supervision to start the anesthesia. Is Li Ze's ability really stronger than Yang Zongbao's? Not necessarily. Others may not be clear, but Yang Zongbao is very clear in his heart.

  Yang Zongbao is a versatile person who doesn't like exams, but what's the use of being versatile? Once you enter society, you have to be low-key.

  Skilled use of a 20ml syringe to aspirate 2 ampoules of lidocaine and 2 ampoules of bupivacaine. The woman's head on the operating table was turned to the left, and anesthesia began.

  "It hurts." The woman said fearfully.

  "Does it still hurt?" Yang Zongbao didn't stop his hand, he knew that the needle entering under the skin was the most painful part, if he stopped at this time, the patient would only feel more pain. So he just naturally chatted with the woman to distract her attention.

  "Uh... uh..." The woman suddenly remembered something and started sobbing uncontrollably, finally unable to hold back.

  Fortunately, Yang Zongbao also completed the anesthesia at this time, so the woman's crying was nothing to be afraid of.

  "Don't cry." Yang Zongbao found a stool and sat down, picked up the anesthesia record book in his hand, and began to record.

  The so-called record is to observe the patient's blood pressure, heart rate and oxygen content in the blood every five minutes during the operation. Because it was a brachial plexus anesthesia, it was very simple for Yang Zongbao.

  "Zhou Xing, the saline solution is running out, change the bottle." Yang Zongbao suddenly discovered that the patient's hanging saline solution was almost finished, so he reminded.

  "Haven't you seen how busy I am? Don't you know to switch?" Zhou Xing sat on one side waiting for the surgeon, ignoring Yang Zongbao's words.

  No choice, Yang Zongbao had to get up and change himself. Obviously a nurse's job, but as a doctor he always did it himself. It seemed his relationships weren't ordinary bad.

  It's not Zhou Xing's fault, in this hospital filled with graduates from famous schools, who cares about a graduate from a second-rate university who has only been working for a month? Thinking back to the college entrance exams, I shouldn't have just done math multiple-choice questions, doing a few essay questions could have gotten me into a famous school too. Yang Zongbao sighed bitterly.

  "Stop crying, what's there to cry about, it's so annoying." Zhou Xing was unhappy with the sound of women crying in the operating room, which made him feel anxious and irritated.

  "Xiao Zhou, stop it, someone's in a bad mood." Yang Zongbao couldn't bear to watch and had to mediate.

  "Hmm."

  Yang Zongbao is also a doctor after all, so Zhou Xing couldn't go too far and could only express his dissatisfaction with a single word.

  "Don't cry anymore, if you don't want to listen, I'll let you sleep, okay?" Yang Zongbao said softly to the woman on the operating table.

  "Thank you." The last thing the woman saw with her tearful eyes was Yang Zongbao's gentle eyes with a mask: "My name is Yang Jing."

  The woman fell asleep, and the surgeon also came on stage. Zhou Xing enthusiastically received him, busy back and forth, really a diligent good nurse. The doctor who came in didn't put Yang Zongbao in his eyes either, directly asking: "Is the anesthesia done?" The tone was completely disdainful, without any intention of hiding emotions.

  "It's all right." Yang Zongbao also didn't get angry and replied with a good temper.

  Yang Zongbao didn't blame the attending doctor, Zhou Chuan. At least in this month since he came to the hospital, almost all the surgical doctors had seen him, and Zhou Chuan was indeed skilled with his hands, having studied under a renowned domestic surgeon and furthered his studies in Germany's St. Petersburg, and there had been no accidents under his care.

  Although no doctor has never had a patient die, Yang Zongbao still admired doctors who have never made mistakes. Plus, Zhou Chuan was a good doctor, but his personality was a bit arrogant.

  These are minor flaws that don't matter, which talented person doesn't have some arrogance? Without some arrogance, one can't become a talented person. Yang Zongbao himself didn't have much arrogance and didn't think he had any talent.

  The operating room was very quiet. Wrist cutting is not a serious illness, just a few stitches would do. But for such a minor surgery, Zhou Chuan also took it very seriously, meticulous and solemn-faced.

  Yang Zongbao cherished this quiet moment, enjoying the atmosphere of saving lives and healing wounds. However, as time passed, he couldn't help but feel a bit bored, so he pulled out a book from his pocket, "American Anesthesiologist's Medical Handbook", and began to read it.

  "Don't read books in the operating room, work seriously." Zhou Xing didn't know why he always found trouble with Yang Zongbao, saw Yang Zongbao take out a book and card, thinking that he had finally found a breakthrough, and hurriedly accused him.

  "Ah, sorry." Yang Zongbao didn't expect that just looking at this book would provoke such great resentment from the little nurse. With the spirit of enduring as a newcomer, he apologized and put the book back in his pocket.

  The operation went very smoothly and the whole process took just over an hour.

  When the operation was over, Yang Zongbao went to ask Li Ze, the deputy director, again before sending the sleeping patient back to the ward. This was originally a nurse's job, but Zhou Xing was lazy, so Yang Zongbao had to do it himself. After all, he couldn't just leave the patient in the operating room.

  After sending it to the ward, Yang Zongbao comforted the patient's family and then left.

  The moment he left the ward, Yang Zongbao inexplicably turned his head and happened to meet the patient's eyes which had just opened. However, the patient quickly closed his eyelids again, making Yang Zongbao think he was hallucinating.

  When Yang Zongbao walked out of the ward, Yang Jing, who had been lying back in her room, finally opened her eyes. In a dry voice, she said to the person standing beside her: "Zhang Ma, bring me that mirror."

  When she finally got hold of the mirror, Yang Jing used her other uninjured hand to lift it up to her face, and was so startled that she almost smashed the mirror.

  The face in the mirror is really ugly, because of the eyeliner and because I cried, my makeup is all messed up. Now where can I still see my own appearance clearly? Thinking that the gentle anesthesiologist saw me like this earlier, I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. My heart is still racing very fast, I don't know what the anesthesiologist's face looks like under his mask, now I only know that his eyes are very gentle, he must be a good person. Because the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, Yang Jing gradually fell asleep again.

  Yang Zongbao walked into the elevator just as Zhou Chuan came out of the operating room after washing up. Yang Zongbao habitually gave way to one side, waiting for Zhou Chuan to go first.

  Zhou Chuan also walked out of the elevator with pride, but when passing by Yang Zongbao, he whispered: "Your English is not bad."

  Ah, I've been praised. Yang Zongbao touched the manual in his pocket, which was an English version. He thought to himself that he should be low-key, but there were still people who noticed. However, even if they knew, what's the big deal? He was just a bit better at English, that's all.

  He walked into the elevator with a self-deprecating smile and returned to the operating room. In the duty room, he lit up an 8-yuan pack of Double Happiness cigarettes. There were no more unexpected emergency surgeries that night, so Yang Zongbao spent the whole night playing Tetris in the duty room while smoking. It was still the Wenquxing console he bought in middle school, which his mother had bought for him before she passed away. From then on, Yang Zongbao became addicted to Tetris and never got tired of it. It's been over a decade now.