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

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  As expected, the sound of hand-to-hand combat immediately followed.

  "Beat him up, this kind of person should be beaten up."

  "Yeah, what's the big deal? Having money is nothing special."

  “……”

  Although there are many voices of justice, there are also people who rejoice in others' misfortune and stir up trouble.

  Yang Zongbao tied up the man's thigh and went to check on the car owner's friend.

  She crawled out of the car, but fell to the ground and couldn't move. Seeing Yang Zongbao walking towards her, her face turned even redder.

  "You..."

  "What? Did you think I wouldn't come over?"

  Yang Zongbao lowered his head to examine his injuries. It was nothing serious, just that his spine might have been shaken and he had temporarily lost feeling.

  As soon as he lost his composure, Yang Zongbao's nose was suddenly filled with a bad smell, and the person in front of him looked flustered and uneasy, not daring to look directly at Yang Zongbao's eyes. Of course, Yang Zongbao instantly knew what had happened and lost control.

  It's strange that there are onlookers around, taking out their phones to take pictures. Normally, even if it was an accident, not so many people would be idle enough to take photos of the scene.

  Yang Zongbao would not be so self-absorbed as to attract a crowd with his heroic actions, nor would he be so handsome that he's worth being bombarded by so many phones. As he looked at the woman in front of him, she seemed to be avoiding something, and he immediately reacted, taking off his only covering T-shirt and putting it over the woman's head.

  120 and 119 arrived at the same time within 10 minutes. Zhou Yi didn't expect his body to be quite good, beating the car owner to the ground and groaning.

  "You're really cruel."

  Because 120 came, nothing happened to Yang Zongbao, and for Zhou Yi, Yang Zongbao re-evaluated him and barely entered his eyes.

  "Isn't it you who called?"

  Zhou Yi almost didn't catch his breath, what kind of person is this, wasn't he supposed to take care of it himself?

  "What did we learn?"

  Yang Zongbao saw that Zhou Yi still didn't understand what he meant, so with a good mood, he explained.

  Anesthesia.

  Zhou Yi still didn't understand what was going on.

  "Anesthesia? What is anesthesia?"

  Zhou Yi continued to guide with good mood.

  "My nerves."

  "Nerves, oh nerves..."

  "You mean..."

  "What I mean is..."

  "I won't."

  Zhou Yi still didn't understand, so Yang Zongbao gave up.

  "Anesthetize the nerves, many nerves have a gathering point on the surface of the body, such as the neck, hands and feet. If you hit these nerves at the point closest to the surface, can you instantly put pressure on the opponent's nerves and control their ability to act?"

  "Oh, really."

  "There's also an advantage in that the wound isn't visible."

  The last point is the most crucial one, which Yang Zongbao thinks is the top priority.

  “……”

  Zhou Yi silently stared at the abdomen-black man in front of him, really didn't expect that such a treacherous remark would come out of that innocent-looking face, it was truly eye-opening for Zhou Yi, he had underestimated Teacher Yang before.

  "What's wrong with you, come on, our hospital's 120 is here, hurry up, it's a free ride."

  Yang Zongbao may not be wearing clothes, but his chest is fully bandaged, wrapped more tightly than a mummy, with no risk of exposure.

  Yang Zongbao ran to the side of 120 and said: "Brother, I'm from a hospital, can I hitch a ride? I'm in a hurry to get to work."

  He got on the bus in an unbelievable way.

  It wasn't until the ambulance drove away with the patient inside that Zhou Yi finally came back to his senses.

  "You're not waiting for 120 and then taking us to the hospital, are you?"

  Zhou Yì weakly asked.

  "There is a reason for this."

  Boom, Zhou Yi's brain completely exploded. This person is really shameless. Why did he think this person was easy to bully at first? Now it seems that he really has no talent for recognizing people.

  Arrived at the hospital, just 10 minutes before work starts.

  After Yang Zongbao and Zhou Yi changed their clothes, the man who had just severed his femoral artery was sent to the operating room.

  "What anesthesia?" Yang Zongbao asked Zhou Yi while putting on his mask.

  "General anesthesia."

  Zhou Yizheng sought Yang Zongbao's opinion.

  "But, you know, some people can't afford an electric car, so they just get a waist massage and that's it, cheap."

  "Zhou Yi, what are you doing here?"

  It turned out that Zhou Yi's older brother Zhou Chuang was on duty today.

  Zhou Yi met Zhou Chuan, undoubtedly like a mouse meeting a cat, they didn't dare make a sound.

  "I am his mentor teacher."

  Yang Zongbao explained.

  "Oh, you must be tired, this kid is really thick-skinned."

  Zhou Chuan began to give Yang Zongbao psychological counseling, but in his heart he was worried and uncertain. Weren't these two people just having a conflict? Could they really get along? He was filled with anxiety.

  "It's okay, it suits my taste."

  Fainted, Zhou Yixin thought, am I a pet? Still with a taste. Naked and bare personality insult, if it were before today, he would definitely have picked up his school bag and left, but since seeing Yang Zongbao's unconventional and invincible thinking, he sincerely knelt down, plus his brother was here, which made him even more overwhelmed, not daring to make any rash moves.

  Following Yang Zongbao's instructions, connect the patient to an ECG monitor, get the anesthesia package, turn the patient over, and disinfect. Then, holding a half-finger-long spinal needle, look at Yang Zongbao with a pleading gaze like a small deer.

  "What are you looking at? Do it."

  Yang Zongbao didn't want to help.

  "But I won't."

  "Can't? Then try!"

  Zhou Yi's hands were shaking like sieving flour.

  "Go and take a look."

  Yang Zongbao couldn't help but take over Zhou Yi's position, using his hand to press on the patient's back, finding the acupuncture point on the spine, and then slowly inserting the needle. Soon, cerebrospinal fluid flowed out, and after administering the medicine, it was done.

  The whole process does not exceed 2 minutes.

  "Did you see?" Yang Zongbao said: "Just do it once."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Shall we get started?"

  Director Hu Dong quietly appeared in the operating room.

  "Begin."

  "Huh?"

  Hu Dong felt strange, Yang Zongbao was very different today, before he was calm as water, now he had a slightly lively feeling.

  But Yang Zongbao doesn't care about other people's thoughts, just doing his own thing is fine.

  "Right, help me out later." said Mr. Hu while suturing the blood vessel.

  "What?"

  "Nephew, cut the baozi and skin, can you entertain them for a bit?"

  "How old is he?"

  "I'm 18 now, and I'll be going to university next year. If I don't do it now, it will be too late. Coincidentally, a Ph.D. from Beijing Medical University has just arrived at our department."

  "Is this local anesthesia enough? If not, I'll watch from the side and anesthetize again if necessary?"

  Yang Zongbao said this is the truth, anesthesia is not a good thing after all, and it will definitely have some sequelae more or less, so it's better to do as little as possible. Besides, it's just a small cut on the skin, no need for that, just apply some ointment.

  "It's settled then, let's get started from behind this one. Everyone work hard, I'll treat you to lunch at noon." Director Hu said happily.

  The surgery was done quickly.

  Zhou Yi went to see off the patient, this operating room is dirty, so changed to another one.

  An 18-year-old boy was led in by Director Hu himself.

  "Take off your pants." Yang Zongbao considered the child's understanding ability and said it more simply.

  “……”

  The little boy refused. Yang Zongbao turned his head and saw that it was Nurse Kang Le, who was preparing the surgical instruments.

  "Kang Le, why don't you step aside for a moment?" Director Hu asked.

  "What's there to be afraid of? You'll still end up being seen by me anyway. Besides, on this operating table, whether it's a man or woman, old or young, I've seen everything, nothing surprises me. Unless you don't want the scrub nurse, then I'll leave."

  The girls in the operating room are all valiant and when they speak, they make a group of old men feel inferior.

  "Hmm, okay, Junjun, take it off." Director Hu gritted his teeth and could only let his nephew make a sacrifice this time.

  "But, but..." The boy's face turned red with blood, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

  "It's really like this, if it's not grandpa, then take off."

  Kang Le is also a straightforward northerner who dislikes men who are too reserved and thinks they lack grandeur.

  The little boy's eyes were filled with tears as he humiliatingly took off his long pants.

  "Take off your underwear too."

  Kang Le didn't show any mercy. Yang Zongbao and others didn't stop her because it was indeed the nurse's responsibility to undress the patient.

  Director Hu's eyes were also wandering around, but he didn't dare meet his nephew's gaze.

  The boy's trembling hands hesitated for a long time on the waistband of his underwear, gritted his teeth, and quickly pulled down his pants, covering his crotch with his hand.

  "It would have been better if it were like this earlier, hurry up and lie down." Kang Le said, pointing at the operating table.

  The little boy couldn't get his uncle's support on the spot and could only lie on the operating table, but both hands still tightly covered the important parts.

  "Let go, how can I prepare the skin if you don't let go?" Kang Le took a razor and looked down at the little boy with an air of superiority.

  "What are you going to do?" The boy instinctively felt that something even more humiliating was about to happen, and asked with a flustered expression.

  "Shave it off, if you don't shave, how can you have surgery? Hurry up and put your hand down, it's nothing, our eyes don't distinguish between sexes."

  "Shave, shave, shave?" The boy was frightened stiff, probably having never done this in his 18 years of life.

  "Listen to the nurse."

  Director Hu was actually holding back his laughter until he was almost internally injured. However, because it was his nephew, he couldn't laugh out loud.

  Tears finally fell from the boy's eyes. He let go of his hands and grasped the bed sheet tightly on both sides, his legs stretched straight, all ten toes curled up, and the muscles in his legs looked extremely tense.

  Kang Le put on his gloves and picked up the boy. With a few swift cuts of his knife, the boy was completely shaved, not a single hair left.

  It's indeed one of the 360 professions, every profession produces a master, Kang Le is also talented, and his shaving technique is even more refreshing than men shaving their beards.

  "Alright, you can start now." With a loud command from Kang Le, Director Hu hastily brought over the PhD students from their department.

  The doctor came in and immediately gave the boy a very strong disinfection, if I had to evaluate his technique, it was that except for some places that were not disinfected, everything else was disinfected.

  Director Hu was also standing on one side with a frown. But since he had called the person himself, there was no reason to pull them down.

  "You haven't even finished the game of mahjong." Yang Zongbao always felt that something was off, and it wasn't until the doctor picked up the scalpel that he suddenly shouted out.

  "What? No anesthesia?" Director Hu also jumped up from the bench next to the operating room.

  The 18-year-old boy named Junjun lying on the operating table shuddered.

  "Director Hu, are you sure about letting him do it?" Zhou Yi whispered to Director Hu in his ear: "This is also too unreliable."

  "No way, he's a urology doctor from Bei Medical University." Director Hu said this with a lack of confidence.

  "Director Hu, it's your turn now." Yang Zongbao said after taking a glance.

  "What's wrong?"

  Because Director Hu has never been on the operating table, he cannot fully understand the situation of the operation.

  "I don't know, but the vision is blurry and there's a lot of bleeding." Yang Zongbao also whispered to Director Hu.

  Director Hu immediately got onto the operating table, and indeed it was just as Yang Zongbao had said.

  That doctor was still very dissatisfied with Director Hu's sudden rise to power and was about to speak up.