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

  "Oh, but I have nowhere to live now, can I stay at your place?" Yang Zongbao thought of his current financial difficulties.

  "The school has dormitories."

  "I don't know whose it is, but I'm not used to others snoring and can't sleep." Yang Zongbao didn't have this problem when he was in university because he always rented a place off-campus for work.

  "It's a four-bedroom apartment with one living room, you'll be staying in the doctoral building, it's specially arranged for you."

  "This month I don't have money for food." Yang Zongbao spread his hands: "Every day, the breakfast I buy for the director in the morning is almost 40.8 yuan this month."

  "What are you looking for from me?" Director Mao could hardly believe that Yang Zongbao was now asking him for the money for early points.

  "Uh, and also, our Dean said we would get 1,000 yuan every month." Yang Zongbao directly ignored the Dean's face which was gradually turning iron-green, continuing to ask for his own benefits.

  "Alright, here's 5,000 yuan, for this semester. Consider it a labor fee for helping me with the experiment. From now on, you'll attend school from Monday to Friday and come to work at our lab on Saturdays and Sundays." Director Mao took out his wallet and handed Yang Zongbao 50 100-yuan bills.

  "Hmm, what if there are classes on Saturday and Sunday?" Yang Zongbao took the money, counted it, exactly 50 bills, not more or less: "What about the other 50?"

  "Get out, now! Go and report to me immediately!" Director Mao exploded in anger, grabbing a pen from his desk and throwing it out. Of course, he was just making a show of it, the pen didn't hit Yang Zongbao, but instead made a pitiful contact with the wall.

  The crisp sound awakened Director Mao's rationality, oh dear, that pen was a gold nib!

  After Yang Zongbao left, Director Mao rushed to the corner of the wall and picked up the pen that had been broken into several sections. His heart ached endlessly. That little brat, he must make him pay for this in the future, work himself to death. It just so happened that he had an anesthesia project for cardiothoracic transplantation at his center, how could he not take revenge on him for ruining his beloved pen?

  Yang Zongbao sprinted out of the operating room. Why are there so many things to do every day? Can't he just have a few quiet days of peaceful life?

  But before Yang Zongbao had even left the hospital, the phone rang. As soon as he picked it up, a loud voice boomed from the other end, like a loudspeaker had been turned on.

  "Bao Ge, are you free?" Yang Baozong asked loudly.

  "No time, hang up." Yang Zongbao didn't want anyone else to disturb his precious rest time.

  "Brother, don't be like that, let me help you with some things." Yang Baozong pleaded on the other end, noticing Yang Zongbao's impatient tone.

  "But can't you change that name which is so misleading? Change your name to Baoguo and then talk to me." This kid doesn't know what's wrong with him, ever since he got in, he changed his name to such a ridiculous word. He must be made to change it.

  "This doesn't sound right." The person on the other end of the phone hesitated.

  "You're my brother, not my servant." Yang Zongbao sighed.

  "...The other end of the phone was silent for a long time before responding: "Brother, from now on I'll be called Yang Baoguo."

  "Got it, what's the big deal? Why so urgent?"

  "One brother, there's been some trouble with his livelihood."

  "Where?" Yang Zongbao hadn't heard clearly and asked again.

  "It's right there."

  "Where?"

  "Damn it, stupid cunt." Yang Baoguo was so angry that he burst out with a foul mouth.

  "What's going on there?" Similarly, it was a man, but being mentioned still felt somewhat awkward, and it was also strange that he hadn't thought of it that way.

  "Let's talk about it when we meet. I'll get something for you."

  "Go ahead, or you'll be late. Come to the operating room and I'll take a look." Having no choice, Yang Zongbao went to the cafeteria and used a meal ticket he had earned from overtime two nights ago to buy a boxed lunch, and then quietly returned to the duty room to sleep while others were not paying attention.

  There are 4 beds in the duty room, divided into two sides, with two on each side. Yang chose the one at the back of the left side because it was directly opposite the air conditioner and many people disliked the draft, so generally no one would sleep there. Since Yang wasn't supposed to be on duty tonight, he didn't want to occupy the beds of other doctors on duty, so he had to sleep inside.

  I slept very soundly until I was woken up by a ringing phone call.

  "Who is it? So noisy?" The enemy meets on a narrow road, Li Ze is on duty tonight. He was also woken up by the ringing of the phone and angrily saw who it was.

  When he saw clearly that it was Yang Zongbao, he sarcastically said: "So proactive? Not going home? You're really advanced. The director has already gone off duty and doesn't know who you're showing off to. Hurry up and get out, others aren't as physically fit as you are, they still need to sleep."

  Yang Zongbao didn't argue with him either, and besides, it was his own fault for waking the person up. Working late at night is hard work, so he even said to Li Ze: "Sorry."

  "Uh." Li Ze didn't expect Yang Zongbao to apologize, and was left speechless. To the point where he missed the opportunity to humiliate Yang Zongbao again. Letting Yang Zongbao walk out of the duty room with his head held high.

  "What time is it now? Just called?" Yang Zongbao started complaining as soon as he picked up the phone, without even looking at the current time, and he had just fallen asleep with great difficulty.

  "Bao Ge, sorry about that. My brother said it's the last night, so I did a bit more exercise." Bao Guo apologized profusely on the phone.

  "Alright, I'll meet you at the back door of the operating room. I'll go open the door for you." Yang Zongbao hung up the phone and headed towards the back door of the operating room.

  "Boss, this is my buddy."

  As soon as he looked at the door, he saw Bao Guo standing at the entrance with a pale-faced man.

  "What's your name?"

  "Zhang Luo Chong." Bao Guo, who was completely devoid of temper in front of Yang Zongbao, stared blankly at the malnourished and frail man beside him.

  "Haven't you called me Brother Bao? What are you staring at?" Baoguo slapped the man's head with a loud smack.

  "Boss Bao." The man bowed his waist at a 90-degree angle with great respect.

  "Come in."

  Yang Zongbao led them to operating room 20, the farthest one. The lights were turned on.

  "Take off your pants."

  "Brother Guo..." Zhang Luo rushed towards Bao Guo with a pleading gaze.

  "What are you doing? Hurry up! You're all men, why are you acting like women?" Bao Guo didn't dare to show his face in front of Yang Zongbao.

  The man had no choice but to shiver and take off his pants.

  "Underwear too." Yang Zongbao found it unbearable to see a chaste and pure woman dressed like this, but he thought it was funny, so he endured his anger and continued to watch the play.

  The frail man closed his eyes and took off his red underwear.

  "Hiss."

  He took a deep breath of cold air, this man is really tormenting himself, he's really driving himself to death.

  "Cough. Go lie down on the bed." Yang Zongbao didn't expect it to be like this, so he let Zhang Luo rush to put him on the operating table.

  "Have you used this guy today?" Yang Zongbao put on his gloves and opened the surgical instruments for appendicitis. Then he grabbed one of Zhang Luo's, poured iodine on it.

  "Ah..."

  Echoes linger.

  "Go ahead and shout your head off, no one will pay attention to you anyway, this place is soundproof." Yang Zongbao joked while pouring the iodine.

  "Brother Bao, don't mind him. He has no other flaws except that he likes women and loves women, and will eventually die under a woman's skirt." Bao Guo turned around and shouted at Luo: "What are you yelling about? Aren't you ashamed enough?"

  "The voice is too loud." Yang Zongbao carefully looked at Luo Chong's finger, good guy, 12 bullets were loaded. Isn't this looking for trouble? It's rare for a man to take action against his own life. This move is really ruthless. Many places have started to fester. Plus, it's obvious that he had just bled, and many festering places had seeped out bloodstains.

  "What kind of person am I? I just like women, this life whenever I see a woman I can't move. For the sake of women, I can do anything."

  "You're going to betray your own brother?" Bao Guo slapped Luo Chong's head several times.

  "Don't hit me, it hurts, it really hurts." Luo Chong covered his head and dodged Baoguo's violent blows.

  "Be quiet and don't move." Because of their commotion, Yang Zongbao couldn't make a move.

  However, Yang Zongbao's gentle voice did not have the desired effect, and they still went their separate ways.

  "It seems like it can't be saved."

  Never thought this sentence would have such an earth-shattering effect.

  "What?" Zhang Luo was the first to react, after all, it was his own descendant, and he couldn't help but be nervous.

  "If you don't cooperate, I'm afraid it can't be saved." Yang Zongbao's words were a bit exaggerated, it was rotten but not completely rotten, there is an essential difference between the two.

  "Doctor Bao, you have to save me, I don't want to become a eunuch yet." Zhang Luo was crying with a sad face, and tears were about to fall. Yang Zongbao found it strange that those movies didn't use this as a threat. No matter how strong-willed a person is, they would immediately surrender, this is a torture that no man can bear, except for Sima Qian.

  "You're also too abnormal. After this surgery, don't look for a woman within a month." Yang Zongbao said and picked up the surgical knife.

  "Wait a minute, Bao Ge, you haven't been given anesthesia yet?" Zhang Luo suddenly discovered the place that had always felt wrong.

  "No anesthesia is the only way to make you remember, don't carry so many useless things on your body in the future." Yang Zongbao stuffed a surgical towel into his mouth.

  Yang Zongbao started cutting, one knife at a time, clean and neat, but no matter how fast, this place is the most concerned for every man, the mental tension will amplify the pain. Plus it's originally a nerve-concentrated area, the feeling can be imagined.

  The people below were shaking like sieved chaff. The surgical wound was also bloody and blurred. But the thunder was loud and the raindrops were small, a superficial injury.

  "See?" Yang Zongbao made Zhang Luo rush himself to sit up and look, scaring him almost to the point of incontinence.

  "It's like this, you be careful next time, you won't be so lucky, who installed it for you? The technique is not bad."

  "Brother Bao, quickly stop the bleeding for me." Zhang Luo rushed over with tears and snot, his face was all wet and it was hard to tell what was what.

  "What's the hurry, you look like you won't live for a few more years anyway, haven't you emptied your body out yet? I can smell the stench from your mouth from afar." Yang Zongbao's hands were still moving at a steady pace.

  "This...". Zhang Luo suddenly had nothing to say.

  The operating room suddenly became quiet. Yang Zongbao quickly completed the hemostasis, unexpectedly the man under his hand who was a bit of a pervert still had some masculinity to him. Although he made jokes and said he was very afraid, from start to finish he never said no, it seems that he is also a strong-minded person.

  Yang Zongbao finally finished bandaging Zhang Luo and instructed him: "Drink less water, go to the bathroom less often. I don't want your stitches bursting open, or it'll be troublesome later."