Chapter 316: Chapter 313 Divorce Agreement
But judging by the woman’s expression, she still didn’t trust Zhang Hao’s abilities.
However, at this moment, the Director of Surgery spoke a fair word.
"The man is a top graduate from medical school. To have him working in our hospital is to underuse his talent."
"What are you worried about? If he hadn’t come, no one would dare to take on your husband’s case."
The director’s words even made Zhang Hao feel somewhat ashamed.
He was just an ordinary doctor, not the Divine Doctor from some urban novels who could save everyone with a single silver needle.
"Director, don’t say that, let’s start getting the operating room ready."
"We’ll move him there once his vital signs stabilize."
"It’s just that the area of the wound has a lot of blood vessels, and they’re quite messy. Connecting the vessels is a bit troublesome."
There wasn’t anything particularly difficult about this surgery.
Zhang Hao left the ward and went to the surgery office.
This operation definitely couldn’t be done by him alone.
He even had to bring along two students who hadn’t been at the hospital for very long.
But from what he learned from the Director of Surgery, these two students had already participated in several surgeries.
They would definitely be able to work well with him. Zhang Hao didn’t think too much about it and quickly devised a surgical plan.
However, an unexpected message came from the ward.
The patient’s vital signs were gradually improving.
But somehow, just as they, the doctors, left the ward, his condition took a nosedive.
When Zhang Hao and the Director of Surgery hurried over, they saw the numbers on the monitors still falling.
"It was fine just now, how could it suddenly turn like this?"
But no one answered Zhang Hao’s question.
All sorts of drugs were also brought over, and they attempted resuscitation on the spot.
To avoid similar situations later on.
Zhang Hao decided that after the resuscitation, he would immediately take the casualty to the operating room.
In the midst of the chaos, Zhang Hao suddenly heard someone talking outside.
"At the hospital now, whether he is dead or alive, we don’t know. The situation just got worse."
"If it were up to me, he might not even make it out of the operating room. Start getting prepared."
The voice was a bit familiar; wasn’t it that man’s wife?
Zhang Hao looked at the man on the bed, then thought of his beautiful, delicate wife, and couldn’t help feeling a sense of poignancy.
Yet, the final result of the surgery surprised everyone.
Thanks to timely preparations, and Zhang Hao’s meticulousness,
The patient’s surgery was very successful. However, because his injuries were so severe,
He couldn’t be transferred to a regular ward and had to be taken to the ICU for observation.
Although the woman was saying some unpleasant things, her actions suggested otherwise.
She never hesitated when it came to signing documents, not doubting the hospital’s arrangements.
It’s difficult to say that this woman didn’t love her husband.
If she truly didn’t love him, why would she bring him to the hospital for emergency treatment?
But Zhang Hao didn’t have the time to consider all that.
After explaining the situation to the man’s wife, he first returned to his own department.
However, it was at this moment that the woman became unrelentingly persistent.
"Doctor Zhang, where are you going?"
"Back to my department," Zhang Hao answered very indifferently.
"Aren’t you a surgeon? The surgery office is here," she said.
Zhang Hao looked up at the department sign and said with a smile, "Who told you I am a surgeon?"
Just then, the Director of Surgery came by and said, "Ms. Li, he’s not one of our people from surgery. He’s a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner."
"Traditional Chinese medicine, is he famous?" the woman retorted.
"Whether he is or not, just look it up on the internet." the Director said.
The woman, half-convinced, approached Zhang Hao and glanced at the name badge he wore over his white coat.
Only then did she learn the name of the doctor who had performed surgery on her husband.
As she entered his two characters into the browser, the page loaded, revealing several news articles.
Just from the headlines, she could tell that the doctor before her was considered to be a young talent.
She immediately expressed her apologies for her earlier disdain.
"Doctor Zhang, I’m sorry for my blindness. Once my husband recovers, we’ll be sure to thank you properly."
When unaware of who the other party was, faced with this kind of goodwill,
Zhang Hao would verbally agree, but he did not expect it to come true.
Back in his own department, Zhang Hao didn’t mention a word about the surgery.
But the other two doctors were curious why he had come so late.
Other than taking breaks or leave, Zhang Hao was never late.
With his sudden tardiness, the staff in his department couldn’t help but wonder what he had been up to.
Under repeated questioning from his colleagues, Zhang Hao simply said he had performed a surgery in the Department of Surgery.
But he didn’t specify which surgery it was.
The two departments were far apart and the information did not flow smoothly between them,
so in the end, whatever Zhang Hao said was taken at face value.
That afternoon, with nothing particular to do, Zhang Hao found himself in the Department of Surgery.
As it happened, there were no patients there at the time and the doctors and nurses even had time to chat.
Seeing Zhang Hao, they immediately invited him to join.
"Doctor Zhang, what brings you here? It’s a rare visit," the female nurse asked.
"Just passing by to take a look, what are you discussing?" he inquired.
"What else could we be talking about but the man who was stabbed this morning? Once he’s almost recovered, the police will take him away."
"They probably will sentence him for a few years; it’s a shame for his wife. She’s been running around, and I heard she’s already sought a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement."
"That woman is heartless; her husband lies in the hospital,
and instead of thinking about his treatment, she’s considering divorce. Truly, a woman’s heart can be venomous."
Actually, Zhang Hao also wanted to find out just who this stabbed man was.
In the past, he had only seen such scenarios in gangster films.
Films are not factual, thus how gory those scenes were,
he couldn’t relate to real life.
"I heard it was Doctor Zhang who performed his surgery; once that type of person recovers,
hopefully he will not return to his old ways."
"I heard they had to transfuse quite a few bags of plasma to save his life."
They spoke incessantly until the Director came in, which brought the conversation to a halt.
"Our duty is to save lives and help the injured; judging sin is someone else’s job,"
"We just need to do our part well; we shouldn’t be concerned with other things."
In the end, with these words from the Director of Surgery, everyone in the office fell silent with respect.
After making his round in the surgery department, Zhang Hao headed back home.
On the way back, he happened to run into the wife of the man.
In the morning, she had worn heavy makeup; now, her makeup was mostly washed off, leaving her looking somewhat haggard.
"Ms. Li, what’s going on..." he asked.
"Some friends of my husband said they wanted to visit him. I told them he’s still in danger,
"And that there was no use visiting now. I went out to talk to them, and after much persuasion, I finally got them to leave."
"Doctor Zhang, from your experience, is there a high chance my husband will wake up?" she asked.
Zhang Hao had not yet visited the ICU and was unable to provide an answer.
