After hanging up the phone, Yun Ya carefully reviewed the dical case one more ti. It was just a benign intracranial tumor, which any experienced neurosurgeon could have successfully handled, but the surgeon had been too impetuous, and a major mistake during the surgery had led to its failure. The patient had beco vegetative, and the benign tumor turned malignant under the stimulation. Even as a vegetative, the patient didn’t have long to live. Now no one dared to take over this ss.
Wei Qing glanced at Yun Ya’s expression, "If the original success rate of the surgery was only 70%, and now it has dropped to 5%, do you really want to take it on?"
"Why not take it on? Saving lives and aiding the injured, how noble."
"But..."
"There are no ’buts’. Even with surgeries that only have a 1% success rate, there’s still the remaining 99% of impossibility, and what I need to do is to turn the impossible into possible."
When the girl said this, the confidence in her deanor made her appear even more dazzling and towering.
Wei Qing thought this must be the reason Dr. Nyx had been so successful: turning the impossible into possible.
It wasn’t even five minutes before an out-of-breath Pei Jinghong pushed the door of the office open and strode in.
Wei Qing tactfully left the room.
"Are you really sure?" Pei Jinghong started off with this question.
Yun Ya poured him a cup of tea, "What’s the rush?"
"How can I not be in a rush?" Pei Jinghong had no interest in hot tea at this mont: "The dean is so anxious he could fly, and I’ve heard that the patient’s family has taken it to the dia. I estimate that within an hour, the whole country will know. When the higher-ups start calling for accountability, the dean will probably have a hard ti explaining."
Actually, Pei Jinghong’s words were quite understated. Having a hard ti explaining was putting it mildly; he was afraid that the dean might not be able to keep his hat on his head, and he, as the vice dean, would not be able to escape bla either.
Yun Ya smiled at him, unhurried and calm, "Isn’t it better to have a storm throughout the city?"
Pei Jinghong looked at her puzzled, "What do you an?"
"Do you all think that there’s no hope for the patient? No, even if there is hope, absolutely no one dares to step forward and take over this ss. In less than a month, once the tumor spreads and damages the central nervous system, it will really be beyond saving."
Yun Ya looked at him with bright eyes and a confidently radiant smile, "And such surgery, I have perford no fewer than a hundred tis."
In those three years, she had perford countless surgeries, so many that she herself couldn’t rember the exact number. But according to Jack’s tally, out of 365 days in a year, she had spent 350 of them standing at the operating table, undertaking surgeries of every scale and on all body parts. Her skills were forged throughout these over-thousand days and nights.
While it was her cardiac surgeries that had earned her fa, the procedures she was most adept at and proudest of were the more complex and difficult neurosurgeries.
Pei Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief, "I had forgotten, you’re Nyx. Alright, I’ll go arrange the surgery right now." He was about to get up and leave.
"Wait." Yun Ya called out to him.
Pei Jinghong stopped and turned around.
"Now is not the right ti for surgery."
Pei Jinghong was startled. The earlier the surgery, the higher the success rate – so why did she say that it was not the right ti for surgery? Then, thinking of her remark about causing a storm in the city, Pei Jinghong suddenly realized and looked at Yun Ya with not only astonishnt.
The girl sat quietly there, holding a cup of tea. Through the curling tea mist, her delicate face was frad with an air of inscrutable mystery, making Pei Jinghong’s heart skip a beat.
This girl was truly mad.
"Don’t worry, I will handle everything. I will inform you of the surgery ti," she said.
Yun Ya glanced down with a smile.
Let her first surgery after returning ho begin here.
By noon, nearly all the local dia had arrived, the family caused quite a stir, feeding the reporters a load of nonsense. This added a lot of gossip to the story and incidentally blackened the hospital’s na. With doctor-patient relations already tense, fragile as paper, a simple breeze could knock them over, this incident beca the last straw that broke the cal’s back, inciting public outrage and siding with the family against the hospital.
The dia, eager to boost their circulations, fanned the flas without any reservations, making the matter even bigger, and it even beca the hottest current affairs news online.
By noon, just because a doctor passed by, he was grabbed and beaten by the family. He fled with a bloodied nose and a swollen face.
As the situation intensified, the hospital beca a place of panic and fear, where everyone was on edge. Even the usually bustling cafeteria was subdued today.
"Ah, I don’t even want to be a doctor anymore. It would be better to go back ho and farm than to stay here and face people’s judgnt. Four years of undergrad and seven years of postgraduate study – I thought I was going to be an Angel in White who saved lives, only to dig myself a big hole," a young male doctor lanted.
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