Chapter 463 - 462: A Tarnished Reputation in Old Age

Chapter 463: Chapter 462: A Tarnished Reputation in Old Age

"My dear friends, this is Qiaoyan from *Qiaoyan’s View of Binhai*..."

The influencer and streamer, Qiaoyan, aimed her camera down the hospital corridor.

A surgical gurney, surrounded by several people, was slowly being wheeled away.

"It is now 9:05 in the morning. The older sister, Tuantuan, is being taken to the operating room."

"Just moments ago, her parents and family said their final goodbyes to her in the hospital room."

"Her younger sister, Yuanyuan, has already been taken into the operating room..."

After the gurney entered the elevator, Qiaoyan turned the camera back to herself and said in a solemn voice, "Strictly speaking, the surgery that has captured all of our attention has already begun."

"According to information I’ve gathered from the medical staff at the Affiliated Hospital, preparations started at eight o’clock this morning."

"At nine o’clock, the surgery officially began!"

"At 9:30 a.m., the older sister Tuantuan’s left hand, left lower leg, as well as the left half of her face and left ear, will be successively removed."

"At 10:30 a.m., the organ transplant team will enter the operating room, and the older sister, Tuantuan, will be officially declared deceased."

"Starting from 11:00 a.m., organ transport specialists carrying special transport containers will begin departing from here, heading to the high-speed rail station and the airport at top speed."

"The information I have is that a total of twelve organ transplant surgeries across the country are anxiously waiting."

"Among them, two are here at the Affiliated Hospital, and one is at Huashan Hospital."

"The other nine organ transplant surgeries are spread across seven cities, including Jingcheng, Chengyu, Guangshen, and Su City."

At this point, Qiaoyan took a card out of her pocket and showed it to her phone’s camera.

"Friends, this is my organ donor card. I just registered yesterday."

She chuckled lightly. "If, one day, something unfortunate were to happen to me, I hope I can continue to exist in this world in another form."

She then gave a flirtatious wink and said, "I once read a great medical web novel where the protagonist, by a twist of fate, received a heart transplant."

"Unexpectedly, the heart retained the consciousness of its original owner, which helped the protagonist become a renowned doctor overnight."

"Maybe I could live on in that way too..."

Qiaoyan smiled gently again. "Alright, I’m getting sidetracked. Let’s get back to today’s surgery..."

"Though we call it ’one’ surgery, it’s actually three operations happening simultaneously: the lower leg transplant, the hand transplant, and the left-side face transplant, performed by three different surgical teams."

"Let me ask all of you watching the livestream, which of these three surgeries do you think is the most difficult?"

"Let me know in the comments..."

Qiaoyan watched her phone screen for a moment and said, "Most of you are choosing either the lower leg transplant or the hand transplant."

"I actually consulted two senior surgeons about this question, and they told me the most difficult one is..."

"The face transplant."

Qiaoyan quickly added, "And I’m definitely not just saying that because Mr. Yan is an idol of mine."

"I’m just stating an objective fact."

"Those two surgeons explained that both hand and foot transplants are major Level 4 surgeries, which are quite difficult. However, they are relatively common, so you could say there are established procedures to follow."

"Moreover, because today’s hand and leg transplants don’t involve the joints, the difficulty is slightly lower."

"As for a face transplant, our faces are rich with a massive number of nerves and blood vessels, and the muscles for expression are also the most complex."

"Most importantly, there isn’t much established experience to follow for this type of transplant. It relies entirely on the doctor’s own fundamental skills and abilities..."

At this, Qiaoyan noticed a few comments on her screen, paused, and then continued, "Thanks to our viewers for the reminder."

"Mr. Yan does have some experience with facial procedures."

"A while ago, on his video channel, Mr. Yan talked about a patient whose face was sliced open by a cleaver thrown from a high-rise. Mr. Yan was the one who stitched her up."

Qiaoyan couldn’t help but ask, "That happened a while ago. Does anyone know how that patient’s recovery went?"

Just as she finished speaking, a viewer posted a comment.

I’m that patient’s best friend.

She’s recovering very well. If you don’t look closely, you can’t even see the scars from the stitches, but she still has some numbness.

The doctor said nerve recovery is the slowest, and this is a sign that the nerves haven’t fully healed yet.

In another two or three months, it should be much better.

Seeing this, Qiaoyan said with a proud tone, "That’s the skill of Mr. Yan for you. Good as new."

"Let me share a little more information with everyone..."

"Yuanyuan’s lower leg transplant is expected to take five hours."

"The left hand transplant is expected to take six hours."

"And the left-side face transplant is expected to take eight and a half hours."

"Just by comparing the operation times, the difference in difficulty is quite obvious..."

Qiaoyan started to walk, saying, "Come on, let’s find a place to sit and rest."

"We can wait, send our best wishes to Yuanyuan in surgery, and cheer on the hardworking medical staff..."

「At that moment, in the director’s office of the hospital’s main administration building.」

Liu Jin, who was reviewing some documents, saw Mr. Hao Junpeng enter and quickly stood up. With a warm expression, he said, "Mr. Hao, what a pleasant surprise! What brings you here?"

"Please, have a seat!"

Hao Junpeng, who was in his early sixties but still had a full head of black hair, wore a stern expression. "Director, you’re a busy man, and my time is precious, so I’ll get straight to the point."

"I need that office in the Little Red House."

"I’m also aware that you’ve assigned that office to your star pupil, Yan Feifan."

"However, I’ve taken a liking to it."

"Director, are you going to give it to me or not?"

The man’s aggressive tone greatly displeased Liu Jin.

Nevertheless, he kept a smile on his face. "Mr. Hao, that office is barely over twenty square meters. It’s quite small."

"Compared to your research center of nearly three thousand square meters for your team of thirty-seven, surely you can squeeze out a few dozen square meters of office space, can’t you?"

Hao Junpeng scoffed, "So, Director, is that a no?"

"As far as I know, several associate directors and chief physicians applied for that office, yet you gave it to Yan Feifan."

"He’s currently just a resident. He’s not even qualified to have a private office."

"Director, isn’t this favoritism a bit too blatant?"

Faced with this direct accusation, Liu Jin’s expression turned cold. "How I show favoritism or who I support is my business."

"If you have a problem with it, you can file a report."

Liu Jin added bluntly, "As for any requests you have, please submit them through the proper channels and procedures. We will review and make a decision as soon as possible."

"Mr. Hao, you may leave now."

Mr. Hao’s eyebrows shot up, and he said sarcastically, "Well, well. Now you’re giving me the bureaucratic runaround."

"Liu Jin, let me tell you, even the director of the Health Commission wouldn’t dare speak to me with such an attitude."

"Since I’m clearly not welcome here, I’ll just leave."

"The folks in Guangshen have offered me a twenty-million relocation bonus, with a guaranteed minimum of one hundred million in research funding..."

Despite his threat, Hao Junpeng didn’t see the concession he was hoping for.

Instead, he saw a mocking expression on Liu Jin’s face.

"Mr. Hao, that trick won’t work on me. I’m not like Mr. Cheng, who only ever wanted to smooth things over."

"You want to leave? Be my guest."

"But let me give you a little reminder..."

"I will be requesting a third-party auditing firm to conduct a departure audit on your research center’s use of funds over the past few years."

Hao Junpeng’s face changed drastically. He glared and stammered, "Liu Jin, you...!"

Liu Jin met his gaze without flinching.

After a few dozen seconds, Hao Junpeng was the first to look away. He turned to leave.

"Mr. Hao..."

Liu Jin called out to him, his voice cold. "At your age, you should be more careful. Some of your... activities... are already close to becoming public knowledge outside this hospital."

"Don’t let it get to the point where you ruin your reputation in your final years..."

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