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

  Yang Zongbao finished his bath and opened the bathroom door to find Li Sisi standing outside with a red face.

  Yang Zongbao checked himself from head to toe for any flaws. He was dressed very neatly, and there wasn't a single patch of white skin exposed from his neck to his ankles. Where was anything worth blushing about? Could it be that the stunning beauty he possessed after bathing was so shocking that he was flattered, having previously overlooked the fact that he had such great charm?

  "Good morning."

  Li Sisi stuffed two steamed buns, a box of milk, and a small bowl of mixed congee into Yang Zongbao's arms and ran away with a red face. Earlier, she had prepared to deliver breakfast to Yang Zongbao and asked the cleaning aunt where he was, only to find out that he was in the bathroom. Right at the entrance of the bathroom, she saw a figure taking a bath - those muscles, those lines, all clearly visible. She hadn't noticed before when she took baths because the bathroom door was made of frosted glass, and as long as the light was on inside, you could vaguely see the shadow of the person bathing projected onto the glass from outside. So she got to see Yang Zongbao's bathed form crystal clear. It occurred to her that when she used to take baths during her shifts, if someone came to use the toilet, wouldn't they have already seen her completely?

  At this thought, a surge of blood rushed up to his forehead. He handed over the breakfast to Yang Zongbao and ran away.

  Yang Zongbao suddenly realized that he had forgotten to buy breakfast for the director, so he would just give the director a mixed bun and eat the baozi himself. He was indeed very considerate. Although the baozi was just a bun, at least it had noodles, meat, and some scallions, which was more cost-effective than those plain rice with dishes.

  Delighted, he devoured the buns and sent the rest into the director's office.

  Director Mao was startled as soon as he arrived at the office, thinking that Yang Zongbao had finally come to his senses? Today's breakfast is very rich, with wontons and milk. He couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat, finally, that kid has turned over a new leaf, knowing his own bitter efforts, on the one hand, he was also relieved to have escaped the dull bun's bitter sea. However, this relief won't last long, because for a very long time to come, just seeing buns will make him want to vomit.

  The director was in an exceptionally good mood because he had eaten wontons that morning. When he met Yang Zongbao, he even thought he was being especially kind and gave him a friendly smile.

  This shocked Yang Zongbao quite a bit, this director must have taken the wrong medicine. Before, he only knew about crocodile tears, but unexpectedly, a crocodile's smile is even more powerful.

  This smile made Yang Zongbao's whole body feel cold.

  The people in the office who didn't know what was going on had all arrived, and Yang Zongbao's usual seat was even more empty. From time to time, a little nurse would point at him.

  Yang Zongbao didn't have any particular opinion about this, not that he was unaware of how shocking and unconventional his behavior had been yesterday. He just felt that since it's done, it's done, there's no need to make a big deal out of it. In Yang Zongbao's eyes, these things weren't anything significant, just a small episode in the life he had planned out for himself.

  "You were really great last night." Zhou Xing unexpectedly gave Yang Zongbao a smile, and he didn't even know when she had squeezed over.

  "Thank you." Yang Zongbao didn't deliberately get close to this kind of girl, nor would he put on a face, because he thought it was insignificant and didn't need to be given too much attention. This kind of person is just an ant in your life, you smile at the ant, no big deal.

  "Are you really a graduate of a second-rate university?" Zhou Xing was excited because Yang Zongbao had spoken to him and continued to burn with gossip.

  "Hmm, I didn't do very well." Yang Zongbao said modestly.

  "How could you be so skilled at such a difficult surgery if you're a fake?"

  "Coincidence." What could Yang Zongbao say? Zhou Xing was obviously brainless and couldn't sense the estrangement in Yang Zongbao's words at all.

  "Alright, let's start the shift change." The director couldn't bear it anymore.

  “……”

  Director Mao began to hand over after, everyone will be cast in Yang Zongbao body of the gaze collected back.

  The shift ended because the doctor of the surgical patient never found himself, so in order to ensure the safety of the patient's life, he could only change the anesthesia method.

  "Xiao Yang, today we're on the same stage, what a coincidence."

  Yang Zongbao had just entered the operating room when he saw that Director Hu Dong of General Surgery was already waiting there.

  Yang Zongbao felt a bit strange, then looked up at the ceiling outside the operating room. Originally, there were two circles of seats there, but unexpectedly this time it was fully seated. Among them, he could even see the figures of various department heads who would not normally be seen unless they were performing surgery.

  "Heh heh, since there's nothing wrong with the ward today, let's get into the operating room early." Hu Dong felt that his attitude was too deliberate and smiled awkwardly.

  "Hmm, I saw this patient yesterday, the intubation condition is not very good, I don't suggest doing general anesthesia." Yang Zongbao said while preparing for anesthesia.

  "So late you still went to see the patient?" Hu Dong was surprised by Yang Zongbao's sense of responsibility.

  "Uh, the sooner you know, the better prepared you'll be. If there's a problem, it's also good to notify us in time so we can handle it, otherwise it won't be possible to perform the surgery tomorrow." Yang Zongbao said with his mouth while his hands didn't stop: "But your department couldn't find the doctor in charge of the ward, so I'm telling you now."

  "Okay, be serious and responsible, good. Let's do it as you said." Hu Dong was indeed very trusting of Yang Zongbao.

  "Uh-huh." Yang Zongbao didn't stop his hands, directly starting the epidural anesthesia, letting the patient lie on their side and hug their knees. With his hand, he stroked the patient's neck along the spine all the way to the gluteal cleft, as if smoothing out hair. Then, he found the gap between the vertebrae and inserted the needle...

  "The anesthesia is working, let's start the surgery."

  Within 10 minutes, Yang Zongbao had finished treating the patient.

  "What? But the patient's eyes are open!" Hu Dong felt absurd.

  "Are you awake, don't you have confidence in your own surgical procedure?" Yang Zongbao felt that whether the patient was awake or not didn't matter, as long as the surgery wasn't painful. Of course, most doctors prefer to let patients sleep and not know about the surgical process. The premise of doing so is that the surgeon's skills are very good.

  "Do you really believe me?" Hu Dong was somewhat surprised, or was he intentionally making a fool of himself? Everything he did on stage was heard loud and clear by the patient, and any mistake would lead to medical disputes. Was this kid trying to set him up?

  "Your technique is very good, no need to question that. Plus the patient's trachea was abnormal so I didn't use general anesthesia, only epidural anesthesia. Don't know what problems will occur when the patient falls asleep, so try to minimize risks."

  "What's going on? Is the doctor in charge of the bed?" Hu Dong suddenly became angry, this is a major medical accident. The patient's basic situation was not even understood clearly, and it was misdiagnosed.

  "Go and find out if he's not here." Yang Zongbao quickly started recording the patient's ECG values: "Let's talk about this later, let's operate first."

  "You're really quick, you've handled everything by yourself." Hu Dong got on stage.

  "No way, we're short-staffed today." Another reason is that epidural anesthesia can be decided by Yang Zongbao himself without going through his superior doctor. Today, his superior doctor is Li Ze. Yang Zongbao doesn't like this kind of trouble either. It's really awkward for two people who don't get along to meet, it's better to just ignore each other.

  "Want to come on stage and have some fun?" Hu Dong tempted, completely disregarding the angry gaze of his assistant who had accompanied him.

  "No, I'm an anaesthetist." Yang Zongbao remained unmoved.

  "What a pity, as a man, he has to go under the knife."

  Hu Dong failed to entice and had no choice but to start the operation himself.

  What kind of reason is this, what is a man who goes on the operating table, but then again, most men have to go around in circles on the operating table - circumcision. There's a game called something, if you're a man, you go down 100 floors, I don't know how painful it is for the person who came up with the name.

  The operation went very smoothly, a normal operation. Originally, such an operation wouldn't be worth so many people coming to observe, everyone knew it was all about Yang Zongbao. As a result, the operation was so uneventful and uninspiring that some people left soon after it ended. Once the operation was over, Yang Zongbao asked about the patient's feelings and also fitted him with an epidural pain pump, which had a very good effect.

  When I sent the patient back to the operating room, a little nurse at the door said that someone was looking for me in the waiting room.

  "What's with you?" Yang Zongbao saw Yang Jing waiting inside as soon as he entered the reception room.

  "I made something for you to eat." Yang Jing held a basket in her hand, which was carefully covered with a pink floral cloth.

  "Thank you, I still have surgery, so sorry." After finishing speaking, Yang Zongbao was about to leave.

  "What's wrong with you?" Yang Jing stood there, her eyes welling up with tears. Today she wore a pink sundress, perfectly positioned against the sunlit window. The sunlight cast a radiant glow around her.

  "To be honest, I don't like people who die for love, it's too impulsive. Besides, you're not my type either." Yang Zongbao also stopped being polite with his words.

  "What do you mean?" Yang Jing's lips were trembling, her self-esteem had been greatly hurt, and she seemed to not believe that such a gentle person would say something so cruel.

  "There's no point, don't look for love from me. You're not my type. I prefer someone clean and pure." Yang Zongbao said as he turned to leave, unwilling to get entangled further.

  Yang Jing, I'm Yang Zongbao, why do you think that? Because we're half-siblings, same father but different mothers.

  Yang Jing was left alone in the reception room, furious and trembling all over. Yang Zongbao, you just wait and see, one day I'll make you come begging to me.

  Yang Jing was furious on one side, while Yang Zongbao returned to his office and was immediately called by the director for a chat.

  "When are you going to report to school?" Director Mao asked as soon as Yang Zongbao pushed the door open.

  "Haven't you taken the exam yet?" Yang Zongbao was puzzled.

  "You've already taken the exam, and the surgery you performed two days ago was excellent, far exceeding the admission standards. However, I hope you don't become arrogant. There are many talented people on this earth, so keep learning and observing, and beware of becoming complacent. Director Mao gave a lot of hope to the young man in front of him. At his age, he wasn't thinking about how to make more money, but rather about cultivating his own successors. Who wouldn't want to cultivate someone as talented as Einstein?"

  Chinese doctors have never won a Nobel Prize in Medicine, even though Chinese doctors invented artificial insulin, but still can't get the due honor internationally.

  Chinese doctors are generally considered to be butchers internationally, with low technical content and not respected. Now there is Yang Zongbao, I don't know if his performance is a flash in the pan or can achieve outstanding achievements for the country in medicine. It's still too early to think about these things, even if some people have made achievements, they will also give up their nationality. Thinking of my own students from before, Director Mao suddenly felt a wave of annoyance in his heart.