Check-in at the Hospital: The First Surgery Shocked the Nation!

After the surgery,

the little boy was sent to the ICU for 24-hour comprehensive monitoring.

Although the surgery was successful, it was just the first step in tackling the disease; post-operative recovery and infection prevention are the most critical.

The next 48 hours are crucial for the little boy to pass the critical stage.

Leaving the ICU and moving to a general ward will mark complete success.

"Doctor, how is my child?"

Just outside the doors of the operating room, the child’s parents rushed over.

They grabbed Qin Feng’s hand anxiously and asked.

"Rest assured, the surgery was very successful."

He looked at the couple in front of him, nodded with a smile.

Hearing this, the mother immediately burst into tears.

Thud~

Suddenly, both of them knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you! You are the benefactor of our entire family!"

Thump thump thump~

While speaking, they kowtowed heavily three times.

As if the sadness and grief accumulated over the years were all released at this moment.

"Please don’t do this, it’s all our duty."

Qin Feng quickly reached out to help them up, consoling,

"Now that the surgery is successful, it is just the first step; whether the safety period can be passed depends on the child himself.

All we can do is over, now it’s up to you to take good care of him, so that he recovers well."

"We understand, we understand!"

The man held his endlessly tearful wife, nodding heavily with tears in his eyes,

"Thank you, Dr. Qin, thank you for saving our child’s life!"

"Alright, go see the child now."

Qin Feng nodded with a smile.

After speaking, he let the nurse lead them to leave and head to the ICU.

"Teacher Qin, you’re amazing!"

Beside him, Qin Siyu stared at him admiringly and said.

"Amazing?"

Seeing this, Qin Feng showed a pondering expression.

"Amazing!"

Yan Yu immediately chimed in, "This was an extremely difficult neurosurgery procedure, Dr. Qin, you did it so well, I almost feel like kneeling!"

"Hehe~ It’s just superficial, if you want to learn, I’ll teach you~"

"Yes! I will definitely come to you!"

Qin Siyu nodded resolutely.

"Alright, I’ll be waiting."

Qin Feng responded encouragingly.

For a resident to want to come to critical care, it’s an extremely challenging endeavor~

The three of them chatted while walking, then looked up to find a group of people at the end of the corridor.

At the forefront was the deputy dean who decided to recruit him into the department, Yuan Bin, one of the founders of critical care medicine in the country.

Beside him was the smiling Meng Dawei and a woman of about forty or fifty years, also watching him.

"Hello, Dean."

Qin Feng walked up to them and nodded in greeting.

"Qin Feng, you sure made a name for yourself today!"

Yuan Bin smiled, nodded, and vigorously patted his shoulder,

"Really gave us critical care medicine a good name, hahaha~"

He couldn’t help but laugh heartily too.

"Director Meng, your neurosurgery isn’t as good as my little junior brother’s, isn’t it?"

At this moment, the woman spoke to Meng Dawei.

"That I admit, our critical care has finally produced someone who can overshadow neurosurgery, and so young too, I’m sure Old Xia’s eyes are green with envy, hahaha!"

Meng Dawei seemed unconcerned, instead laughing joyfully.

"Little junior brother?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng was puzzled.

"Come, come, Qin Feng, let me introduce you."

Meng Dawei pulled him to the side and pointed to the woman in front,

"This is Cheng Hongjuan, Director Cheng from our Peking Union Medical College Hospital’s Hepatobiliary Department."

"Hello, Director Cheng."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng understood and proactively extended his hand.

"What Director Cheng, call me senior sister."

Cheng Hongjuan’s expression turned stern, giving him a playful scolding eye.

"Senior sister?"

"Director Cheng is also a student of Yuan professor, only she was from ’98 and you’re from ’20, haha!"

Wow!

Upon hearing Meng Dawei’s words, he understood.

So Director Cheng was also a disciple of Yuan Rushan, making them fellow students!

"Don’t listen to Old Meng’s nonsense, though I’m much older than you, according to our medical hierarchy, you’re peers with Old Meng."

Cheng Hongjuan looked at Meng Dawei with some irritation, then smiled and said,

"If he dares to bully you, just tell your senior sister, she’ll have your back!

At worst, if you’re not in critical care medicine, come to our department and at least I’ll make you a deputy director."

Upon finishing her words, Meng Dawei’s expression stiffened, he opened his mouth but couldn’t refute.

Because what Cheng Hongjuan said was indeed true!

His teacher and Yuan were among the first batch of medical students sent overseas after the founding of the country, one specializing in internal medicine and the other in critical care.

After returning to China, they devoted themselves to the education, research, and development of the country’s medical field, sacrificing their entire lives, eventually passing away due to fatigue at the age of 78.

According to hierarchy, although Qin Feng is thirty years younger than him, their teacher-student relationship indeed makes them peers!

Darn!

Seems like I’ve gained an advantage!

Of course, it’s all a joke.

Deputy Dean Yuan Bin is also his junior brother; now the two brothers follow their teacher’s path, supporting the nation’s top critical care medicine field.

Even when compared to Yuan Rushan’s accomplished reputation, their status isn’t lacking much.

After all, medicine relies on science and skill!

After it ended,

Qin Feng returned to the office, and after exchanging a few words with others, they all left.

Soon, the news of the successful hemispherotomy spread around the hospital, leaving many doctors amazed.

Upon learning that the chief surgeon was Qin Feng from critical care medicine, the newly arrived, famously handsome newcomer.

The previous disparagement claims that he couldn’t possibly have the competence to enter critical care medicine, the country’s strongest department, were suddenly silenced.

Super-difficult neurosurgery!

Such achievements must be explained, if there’s an explanation just one phrase:

If you’re capable, step up; if not, don’t whine!

"Qin Feng, you’re famous now, hahaha!"

Sure enough, less than half an hour later, Lin Hai rushed over excitedly with his phone,

"Look, look, the hospital’s congratulatory announcement for our department and you."

Qin Feng glanced at the picture on his phone, festive red background with bold letters.

[Congratulations to our hospital’s intensive care unit attending physician, Qin Feng, for successfully performing hemisphere atrophy resection surgery!]

"This fanfare seems a bit much."

"What’s the problem? It’s our tradition."

Lin Hai laughed and waved,

"Every time there’s a super high-level surgery like this at our hospital, it gets announced to the entire hospital, there’s even a bonus!"

"A bonus? That’s great!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng’s eyes lit up.

That’s indeed a good approach!

Since he got the system, although his medical skills have been growing stronger daily, he’s also seen many different things.

In this world, although doctors are renowned for treating patients and saving lives, holding a noble status,

True healers see powerlessness~

Just like Mr. Lu Xun’s words, medicine can’t save the country!

No matter if he alone could cure all the diseases worldwide, what difference would it make?

Exhausting his life with his own efforts, how many can he truly save?

Since preparing to leave Jiangcheng, Qin Feng fell into contemplation.

How to leave behind his medical skills and knowledge, guide future generations, so that no diseases are hard to treat in the world.

At least saving one more person means one less suffering family.

However,

this requires that doctors have benevolence first, while the inevitable profit could be transformed into a driving force.

And the places most in need of such bonuses are not top-tier hospitals like Peking Union, but grassroots hospitals in towns and county districts.

...

In the office,

Qin Feng pondered this thought, though he had no concrete plan yet.

Achieving this requires not only money, but also timing and support.

Take it slow, there’s still time in this lifetime.

"It’s time, Qin Feng, let’s eat!"

"Okay, I’m hungry too."

Upon hearing Lin Hai’s voice, he nodded.

Just now, the surgery indeed consumed a lot of energy.

Even with his exceptional physique, such high-difficulty surgery is draining, possibly exhausting him after twelve or thirteen consecutive operations.

Of course,

If others knew, they’d probably take him straight to the live dissection room.

It’s not only hospital doctors, even from the start of Western medicine, no one has been heard capable of withstanding such depletion, requiring immense spirit, strength, and control.

Terrifying!

Of course, Liu Yan’Er comprehended this deeply~

Bang~

Qin Feng and Lin Hai laughed along the way, suddenly a figure collided into his arms as they descended the stairs.

"Ouch!"

In the next second, he swiftly reached out, grabbing the arm of the falling figure.

It was a roughly seven or eight-year-old boy, crying out in pain.

"Are you okay?"

Qin Feng released his grip only after the boy steadied himself, asking with concern.

"I’m fine, tha~thank you, doctor uncle!"

The little boy shook his head vigorously, gasping for breath, sweat beads covering his face, his clothes soaked.

"Goodbye, uncle."

With that, the boy waved at him and ran off again with a determined look.

Qin Feng’s face immediately showed a curious expression.

Arriving at the cafeteria,

Qin Feng grabbed his meal and sat down. After finishing, he was about to rise when a familiar figure walked in.

It was the small boy who had bumped into him earlier.

However, this time there was a woman beside him, likely his mother.

"Xiaozhongqiu, what do you want to eat today?"

The little boy followed the woman to the window, and the lady inside seemed to know him too, asking warmly.

"Aunt, I’d like shredded potatoes, this meat, the fatty kind, and also a bowl of rice, thank you!"

???

Qin Feng sat not far away, hearing the boy’s words, stunned momentarily. Did he hear wrong?

A bowl of rice?

"Okay, wait a moment."

Once the words fell, the lady picked up a spoon, scooping a hefty serving of shredded potatoes and braised pork as if cured of Parkinson’s.

Then she took out a porcelain bowl, larger than the ones they used to serve rice, filled almost to the brim.

Such a quantity, never mind the child, it’s more than what Lin Hai next to him would eat!

The lady poured two spoonfuls of braised pork sauce over the rice, adding several pieces of meat, making it delectable.

"Here, Xiaozhongqiu, hold it steady!"

With that, the lady handed the meal to the mother and child.

At the moment, he thought they might be sharing, but what happened next exceeded his expectations.

The little boy hugged the bowl of rice before him, eating with a spoon, each bite deliberately chewed thoroughly before swallowing.

However, the mother sitting opposite the boy did not show love or smile, rather her eyes conveyed a hint of heartache.

Qin Feng frowned slightly at the scene, confused, glancing at the boy devouring meat and rice.

Could this boy be ill?

But it’s not evident at all!

And what kind of illness requires eating like this?

"I’m done, let’s go."

Finally, Lin Hai finished eating, and the group left the cafeteria.

Back at the office, Qin Feng suddenly remembered he forgot to check in today while prepping for surgery.

’Check-in!’

[Ding! On the 1125th day of check-in, congratulations to the host for acquiring (Traditional Chinese Medicine Heritage: Qi Observation Technique)]

!!!

Hearing the voice in his mind, Qin Feng’s eyes lit up instantly.

Qi Observation Technique!

One of the four supreme diagnostic techniques in Traditional Chinese Medicine, Qi Observation!