Due to the arrival of the Affiliated Hospital’s new leadership, the press conference originally scheduled for ten o’clock was postponed until eleven-thirty.
The new leaders—ng Huaxin, Liu Jin, Hou Jianfeng, Chen Changrui, and Han Xianghong—were all in attendance.
The press conference was hosted by Qu Ying from the hospital’s publicity departnt.
In front of the press podium were seven established Binhai news organizations, including Xiao Man, as well as nearly twenty to thirty independent dia personalities.
Once the hall quieted down, Qu Ying, dressed in a professional suit, said with a solemn expression, "Before the press conference officially begins, I would first like to issue a formal statent."
As she spoke, Qu Ying picked up a sheet of A4 paper and read from it, clearly and articulately, "The independent dia personality behind ’Mr. Zhang’s Comntary’ has maliciously distorted the facts, splicing and editing the words of our hospital’s Party Secretary, ng Huaxin."
"Our hospital solemnly demands that ’Mr. Zhang’s Comntary’ imdiately take down the false video, issue a public apology, and mitigate the damage."
"Our hospital reserves the right to pursue further accountability and compensation for damages."
After saying this, Qu Ying showed the formal statent, stamped with the hospital’s official seal, to the reporters and dia personalities present.
Then, Qu Ying put the statent away and announced in a clear voice, "I would also like to make a clarification. Dr. Yan Feifan has not been fired, nor is he currently facing any disciplinary action."
After a brief pause, Qu Ying continued, "The reason Dr. Yan Feifan is not here at the press conference is because at ten o’clock this morning, Mr. Yan completed an eight-hour surgery."
"Mr. Yan simply doesn’t have the energy to attend this press conference."
Qu Ying’s gaze slowly swept over the crowd as she continued, "The main purpose of this press conference..."
"...is to show you, and through you, the vast number of netizens and viewers following this matter, the real Yan Feifan."
"First, please look at the large screen..."
Following the direction Qu Ying was pointing, everyone in the room turned their attention to the large screen beside her.
At the sa ti, the screen lit up, and a news report bearing the Binhai Satellite TV logo began to play.
The report showed Binhai’s Municipal Party Secretary, Mr. Han, accompanied by other officials, warmly welcoming the return of the dical team that supported the Chuanxi earthquake relief efforts at the Affiliated Hospital.
After greeting the mbers of the dical team, Mr. Han made a special visit to a hospital room to see Yan Feifan, the young doctor who had been injured in an accident during the disaster relief and had remained in a coma ever since.
The second news clip reported on the heroic efforts of various people working together to save a passenger who went into cardiac arrest on a public bus.
The third news clip showed a young doctor kneeling on the side of the road to perform an ergency procedure on a patient because their ambulance was stuck in traffic.
After the three news clips finished playing, Qu Ying’s voice imdiately followed.
"The hero of these three news reports, as you have all seen, is none other than the Dr. Yan Feifan you have been so vehently condemning."
"Mr. Yan was accidentally injured during the Chuanxi earthquake relief efforts. After being in a coma for one year and three months, he was fortunate enough to wake up last December."
"At the end of March this year, though he had only partially recovered, Mr. Yan actively applied to return to work at the hospital."
"The hospital leadership, concerned that Mr. Yan’s body was still quite weak, arranged for him to focus primarily on his studies."
"But what are the facts...?"
As she said this, Qu Ying took out several forms.
"Our Mr. Yan has so excellent work habits. He is always ticulous about clocking in and out."
"These are Mr. Yan’s ti clock records, from his first day back at the hospital until today."
"Please, everyone, take a look..."
As Qu Ying spoke, a staff mber began distributing photocopies of the work attendance records to everyone present.
Once everyone had a copy, Qu Ying spoke loudly over the rustling of paper, "As you can see, Mr. Yan’s clock-in ti is usually around seven or eight in the morning."
"And our official start ti is nine o’clock in the morning."
"As for his clock-out ti, that’s far less consistent."
"Only on a few days is it past six in the evening. Most days it’s at seven or eight, nine or ten, or even in the middle of the night."
"The days with no clock-out record are when Mr. Yan was performing an all-night ergency surgery."
"I have the surgical records here to prove it. Anyone who doesn’t believe can co and verify them with afterward."
After a pause, Qu Ying specifically pointed out, "I wonder if any of you noticed how many days since the end of March Mr. Yan has no clock-in records at all?"
She didn’t wait for a response and answered directly, "At most, one day a week—Sunday. That’s the only day Mr. Yan doesn’t clock in."
"This is because the hospital leadership, along with Mr. Yan’s ntors, saw that not only was his body still weak, but he was also working himself to the bone, so they forced him to take at least one day off each week."
"Even so, for the sake of his patients, Mr. Yan travels to Jingcheng every other Sunday to perform three surgeries."
After another pause, Qu Ying said in a somber tone, "Mr. Yan currently has four ntors, and this is his schedule."
"Mondays and Wednesdays in Trauma Surgery, Tuesdays and Thursdays in Neurosurgery, and Fridays and Saturdays in Plastic Surgery."
"Every other Sunday, he goes to Baining Hospital in Jingcheng."
"Mr. Yan also leads a charitable project, performing reconstructive plastic surgery for two disabled children from the local welfare ho every single week."
"This matter was featured in a special report on Binhai Satellite TV’s program, ’Social Weave’..."
Amidst a low buzz of conversation, Qu Ying raised her voice again.
"Now, let’s talk about this ’Qiaoyan’ person, and the matter of the student petitioning on behalf of his father..."
As Qu Ying brought up this topic, the chatter in the room imdiately died down, gradually falling silent.
"I wonder how much all of you know about intraspinal tumor resection surgery?"
"According to surgical classifications, this is a level-four major surgery, which typically takes anywhere from seven to eight hours."
"Our hospital’s neurosurgery experts perform an average of two such surgeries per week."
"They will spend one to two days, or even longer, optimizing the surgical plan, and then use another full day to perform the surgery."
"And the Mr. Yan you all call so selfish..."
Qu Ying said sarcastically, "He is expected to prepare five surgical plans and perform five surgeries in two weeks."
"And that’s on top of all his other work!"
At this point, a few people in the audience started to raise their hands, but Qu Ying waved them off.
"I know what you want to ask."
"You’re just going to say that Mr. Yan didn’t perform the entire intraspinal tumor resection, that he only did the tumor puncture and injection part, which only takes about an hour."
Qu Ying scoffed. "This Puncture Injection Skill is Mr. Yan’s own unique innovation. Currently, he is the only person who can perform it."
"This is why so many patients with intraspinal tumors are begging for his help, waiting in line for months to see him."
"Every patient’s tumor is different. The number and location of the punctures, the dosage of the injected dication, and the ti required for the agent to take effect all require extrely precise calculations."
"Do you think this is sothing he just cos up with on a whim?"
"If it were that easy, with so many neurosurgery experts in the country, Mr. Yan wouldn’t be the only one to have mastered this technique."
"This is surgery inside the spinal column. The slightest mistake would an failure, resulting in paralysis from the waist down, at the very least."
"To date, the sixteen intraspinal tumor resections and three brain tumor resections that Mr. Yan has either led or participated in have all been successful."
"All the patients have shown better-than-expected recovery post-surgery."
"Behind these numbers are the results of Mr. Yan using every spare second, working day and night to optimize his surgical plans."
Qu Ying t the gazes of the crowd and said with emotion, "This is the selfish Mr. Yan you all speak of."
"Would you only be satisfied if you saw him work himself to death on the operating table?"
"Doctors are human, too! He needs to have a life of his own!"
Qu Ying spoke again. "I suddenly noticed sothing. In Qiaoyan’s exposé video, Mr. Yan was sleeping the entire afternoon."
"Mr. Yan’s sister and girlfriend never disturbed him. Why? It was a rare chance for them to take a trip together."
Qu Ying cried out emotionally, "Because they knew that Mr. Yan was exhausted! What he truly needed was rest—a good, long sleep."
"You don’t care, and neither do those keyboard warriors online..."
"But Mr. Yan’s family... they care..."
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