The internal dicine team ca down carrying a leather case that resembled a musical instrunt case. It was unclear what exactly was inside.
"That’s a bronchoscope setup," Xie Wanying inford Doctor Jiang once again.
Was this an internal dicine doctor coming to the operating room to assist the surgeons with technical procedures?
"Who called you guys?"
"Pediatric surgery."
Doctor Jiang’s jaw dropped slightly.
After answering Teacher Jiang’s question, Xie Wanying quickened her pace to catch up with Teacher Xin.
The other surgeons present overheard their conversation and began to discuss among themselves.
"Has pediatric surgery gone mad? Why not call thoracic surgery?"
"Bronchoscopy to retrieve a foreign object from the bronchus—this is thoracic surgery’s area of expertise. Why call respiratory dicine instead?"
"Does pediatric surgery think respiratory dicine is more competent at this than thoracic surgery?"
"Poor thoracic surgery. I heard they were humiliated by respiratory dicine yesterday. And now, it’s happening again today—"
"Are there any thoracic surgery people here?"
There are. Zhou Junpeng overheard this conversation as he had just co back to the ward after writing up the postoperative instructions for a patient. He hadn’t expected to return and find all the surgical colleagues gossiping about thoracic surgery.
The surgical colleagues were unanimously teasing thoracic surgery, although there was a hint of schadenfreude in their tone.
Zhou Junpeng rolled his eyes, finally understanding Fu Xinheng’s foresight. Thinking back to their first encounter in the ergency room, Fu Xinheng had imdiately summoned her and diplomatically encouraged her to visit thoracic surgery more often.
To let such talent slip through their fingers and continually watch her sha thoracic surgery from other departnts—it would be an unforgivable mistake. Ultimately, events proved Fu Xinheng’s judgnt to be correct.
But as for today’s incident, who was outmaneuvering whom remained uncertain for now.
Since the request for respiratory dicine ca from pediatric surgery, it was likely orchestrated by that foreign professor invited from overseas, Nie Jiamin.
As a surgeon, would Nie Jiamin really let respiratory dicine show off so easily?
Ring-ring-ring, Zhou Junpeng picked up his phone and put it to his ear.
On the other end of the line, Fu Xinheng’s voice ca through: "Head to the operating room. Professor Nie has requested an urgent consultation."
So Fu Xinheng’s sudden return from the ward to the operating room was precisely for this reason.
Zhou Junpeng raised his eyebrows and strode quickly toward the operating room where the pediatric surgery patient was located.
When he arrived, he found that a number of off-duty surgical colleagues were more eager than thoracic surgery to crowd around and see what was happening.
Surgical doctors, after all, understand the necessity of knowing oneself and one’s adversaries to guarantee victory with each encounter.
At the sa ti, Xin Yanjun entered the operating room with her student in tow.
At the doorway, she paused for a couple of deep breaths.
As a respiratory dicine doctor at Guoxie, she had dread of being invited by surgical departnts to perform technically difficult procedures they couldn’t handle—tasks like those handled by respiratory dicine specialists at other hospitals. It would be an acknowledgnt of respiratory dicine’s top-notch proficiency.
The only culprits were Guoxie’s thoracic surgery departnt, which was far too dominant, refusing to leave even the slightest opportunity for respiratory dicine to shine.
On top of that, there was Fu Xinheng, "the robot," whose opinions had beco the mainstream perspective in thoracic surgery and who held significant sway. Rumor had it that "the robot’s" strategy was to claw back territory—by any ans necessary—that had been seized by cardiology. His approach aid to make cardiology retreat in defeat, centing the idea that certain surgeries could only be perford by thoracic surgery, not resolved by cardiology.
Facing such an aggressive "robot," even cardiology struggled under pressure. Respiratory dicine, much weaker by comparison, could expect little more than ridicule if they dared to challenge thoracic surgery. Fu Xinheng would likely laugh them out of the room.
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