Chapter 1156: Chapter 917: Attacked_2 Chapter 1156: Chapter 917: Attacked_2 Jiang Li’s liver and other affected areas, before being sent to the Pathology Departnt, were shown to Jiang Li’s family by Doctor Chen. They all covered their mouths in distress, though Doctor Chen only briefly showed them as a symbolic gesture before letting the nurse send them to the Pathology Departnt.
Jiang Li’s family could hardly believe that so many parasites had been hiding in their sister’s body, each of them turning pale and feeling nauseous.
Yang Ping also needed to rest, as there was another day of surgeries tomorrow, including Bao Junhao’s surgery.
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The next day, three surgeries were carried out simultaneously at the Surgical Research Institute. Due to a shortage of anesthesiologists, one was called in from the main operating room’s anesthesia departnt to assist.
Last night’s anesthesiologist, Dr. Luo, who graduated with Liang Fatty from Huaxi as doctors, was preferred by Yang Ping, who specifically requested Dr. Luo’s assistance. However, since Dr. Luo was off after a night shift, Yang Ping had to let the head of the anesthesia departnt arrange for another doctor.
For Yang Ping, Bao Junhao’s surgery was not difficult. These surgeries had beco routine; he had already accumulated hundreds of cases to date, with significant examples like the football star Luo Jin who, after the surgery, was playing well in Europe.
If not for Yang Ping, Luo Jin would have retired from the field long ago. Consequently, now Luo Jin often called Yang Ping during holidays, having beco good friends.
Bao Yulou was imnsely worried for his son. When the doors of the Operating Room opened and Bao Junhao was wheeled out, Old Bao felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off his chest.
Finally, his son’s surgery was completed—a major event for the Bao Family.
The doctor in charge briefly explained the situation of the surgery to Mr. and Mrs. Bao—overall, the surgery was very successful.
Mr. and Mrs. Bao followed their son’s stretcher back to his ward in the Overseas Chinese Building. Once their son was settled in bed, Bao Yulou sat beside him, looking at his son lying in the hospital bed and he sighed with relief.
No matter how much of a troublemaker he was, this was his own son. Even though his son often made him angry, seeing his son now with oxygen tubes in his nostrils, he felt a pang of guilt.
“The fault of the son is the fault of the father,” he thought, blaming himself for being too busy with business to spend ti raising his son properly, leading to his son’s arrogant and domineering character.
Since an epidural anesthesia was used, Bao Junhao was very alert post-surgery, only needing to lie flat for 6 hours post-operation. Lying in bed, he began to chat with his friends, feeling that today marked his liberation; no longer would he need to bow and scrape. Bao Junhao thought of this period as the most stifling ti of his life, and now it was finally over. With Bao Junhao’s temperant, he couldn’t endure such treatnt, this grievance must be avenged.
Thus, right after the surgery, Bao Junhao started chatting on WeChat with a few close buddies.
“Brother Hao, the brothers are all bottling up their anger. When can we make a move?”
“From now on, any ti.”
“Received, we have his daily routine down clearly, just waiting for your word.”
“Rember, don’t kill him. Just cripple an arm, and make sure no one knows it was us.”
“Don’t worry, the people I’ve arranged are reliable, but if we don’t claim it, how will others fear us?”
“If they find out it was my doing, my Old Dou will skin alive.”
“What are you scared of, your Old Dou only has you as a son, what can he do to you? Look at , last ti I ssed up, my Old Dou still covered for . Brother Hao, you’re worried about a doctor of all people, that’s not like you.”
“You’re right, let’s claim it. The worst he can do is scold us, what else?”
“Brother Hao is mighty, that’s the way to be. In this territory, if anyone wants Brother Hao to bow, they must be wishing for death.”
“I want his right hand; the old man wants him to never pick up a knife in his life.”
This group of thrill-seeking friends had longed for such exciting work, how could they not be excited, having waited for this day for so long?
Mr. and Mrs. Bao wanted to express their gratitude by inviting Yang Ping and the dical staff of the departnt to a al, but Yang Ping would certainly decline. Thus, Mrs. Bao was arranging to buy fruit baskets for the doctors and nurses to express their gratitude.
anwhile, Bao Yulou thought of making another donation to Yang Ping’s Research Fund. Building a connection with a doctor like Yang Ping was all advantage and no harm; life and death are natural laws, and having a “miracle doctor” as a friend was a blessing, as evidenced by the example of Guo Jingyao.
Heard that his father still behaved subserviently, Bao Junhao was displeased, but he kept his feelings to himself to avoid raising his father’s suspicions and jeopardizing his plans.
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After work in the afternoon, Yang Ping hurried to Liquan Hospital where Su Nanchen needed guidance on a surgery.
Normally, it was Su Nanchen who perford surgeries at Liquan Hospital, taking advantage of his free ti after work or during weekends. Today, he probably faced an exceptionally challenging surgery that required Yang Ping’s guidance.
Boss Cheng’s new hospital area was under renovation. Once completed, they would move there, but currently, the over 100 beds here were completely overwheld, always fully occupied, with patients from Southeast Asia and Europe and Arica lining up for months.
Especially nurous were patients with cervical disorders, lumbar disc herniation, and shoulder and knee joint pain. Among the wealthy groups in Southeast Asia and Europe and Arica, Guo Jingyao was a walking advertisent; influenced by this advertisent, a large number of wealthy individuals purchased Anning’s insurance and then ca to Liquan Hospital for surgeries.
As a public hospital, Sanbo Hospital’s wards and services certainly couldn’t et the expectations of these wealthy patients, and Liquan Hospital just filled this gap perfectly.
Although the surgery costs here could easily reach millions or tens of millions, for the tycoons, it was rely a trifle.
As long as your dical skills are outstanding, these tycoons really don’t care about the money.
Boss Cheng had the right idea, using the high dical fees to earn money from wealthy people around the world, and then taking a portion of that money to perform charity work, providing free surgeries for so impoverished patients.
Obtaining economic benefits from the rich and social benefits from the poor was Boss Cheng’s strategy.
After completing the surgery, Yang Ping declined Boss Chen’s dinner invitation, hastily returning to have dinner with Xiao Su.
His current mode of transport was that Hongqi Sedan; each ti he went out, Sisi’s father would act as his chauffeur, accompanied by the brothers Dashun and Ershun.
The Hongqi Sedan had not yet left the parking lot of Liquan Hospital when it was intercepted at the gate by another vehicle.
From inside the car, Dashun said, “Go and check, be careful.”
With their vast experience, Dashun and Ershun imdiately knew it was a deliberate attempt to stop the car; Ershun got out.
From all directions, more than a dozen people erged, carrying steel pipes and long knives, and started surrounding them.
“Get Yang Ping out of the car!” The leader was a young man with a horse-like face, apparently a ruthless character.
After so many years of crackdowns on gangsters, such characters still existed; Ershun, smiling, said, “Who are you? Professor Yang is resting, please let us through.”
“Let us through? Dare to offend our Brother Hao, are you out of your mind? Guys, smash the car, and chop off the right hand of that guy nad Yang. Whoever does it gets rewarded one million.” Following the leader’s command, more than a dozen n recklessly charged forward.
They weren’t just frightening them; they really charged forward to chop and kill.
The situation was critical, they outnumbered and were ard, Ershun did not dare to be negligent, and quickly overpowered the horse-faced leader with lightning speed.
Almost simultaneously, a dull gunshot sounded; this was Ershun’s warning shot.
“Take one more step forward, and I’ll shoot you on the spot!”
Ershun’s pistol was now pressed against the temple of the horse-faced leader.
The thugs initially paused, all stopped, and the horse-faced leader controlled by Ershun shouted with a stifled voice, “Who are you trying to scare, with a toy gun, go ahead and shoot if you dare, don’t be afraid, get them!”
They really were thugs, empowered by this bold cry, everyone started charging again.
“Bang!”
Almost without hesitation, Ershun shot the thigh of the burly man in front who was swinging a knife, and blood imdiately gushed out profusely.
Real bullets?
The crowd, clearly frightened, imdiately retreated a few steps, the encirclent widening, and the man who was shot in the blood pool clutched his wound, his facial muscles painfully contorting.
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