40 Being Bad at the Game Is the Original Sin

Medicine Package Insert!

The Wheel of Fortune landed on a medicine package insert.

Luo Hao’s mind stirred, and the "prize" appeared within the system space.

It was the Chinese-language package insert for iodized oil.

Indications: A positive contrast medium for X-ray diagnostics. Used for bronchography, hysterosalpingography, sialography, as well as contrast imaging of sinuses, parotid ducts, and other cavities and fistulas. It is also used in the prevention and treatment of endemic goiter, endemic cretinism, and the embolization treatment of malignant liver tumors.

Got it!

Luo Hao stared excitedly at the last ten characters.

Embolization treatment of malignant liver tumors!!

The reward from an emergency task accompanied by a death countdown, combined with the superimposed effect of the Wish-Fulfilling Stone (Small), and perhaps the bonus of 34 points of luck, finally resulted in pulling the medicine package insert.

Then the roulette wheel spun again, leaving Luo Hao dumbfounded.

You can pull two in a row in a lottery?

The crucial part was that he hadn't spent 648.

The system is much more conscientious than Penguin, Luo Hao thought to himself.

The second reward was likely a ripple caused by the effect of the Wish-Fulfilling Stone (Small), or at least that was what Luo Hao believed.

However, the wheel of fortune was still spinning, and the position pointed to by the pointer was still flashing. Luo Hao was not in a hurry and went to check the package insert first.

After confirming it was what he needed, Luo Hao let out a long breath. He believed that, in some mysterious way, this package insert would become a reality in a short time.

Amidst his excitement, Luo Hao sent a WeChat message to Elder Xu, forwarding the indications listed on the medicine package insert.

Finally, Luo Hao marked this as his own perceived indication for iodized oil, introducing himself in a modest bid to volunteer his services.

After finishing these tasks, Luo Hao felt exceptionally happy.

The anxiety in his heart gradually subsided.

Returning to the system space at this moment, he found that the position indicated by the pointer had finally settled.

Reward—Medical Team.

Medical Team?

Luo Hao thought it should be an aura-type auxiliary ability that enhances the four-dimensional attributes of everyone in the medical team.

But after reading the description carefully, Luo Hao froze.

The medical team currently had three empty slots besides himself, but instead of enhancing the four-dimensional attributes or abilities of the doctors belonging to the team, it attributed the surgeries performed by those doctors to the name of the medical team leader.

Ah, the evils of capitalism!

It smells so good!

Luo Hao excitedly read the description of [Medical Team] repeatedly, and upon confirming it was not a dream, he clenched his hands into fists and swung them hard through the air.

This skill or ability was simply heaven-defying; it was a bug for completing tasks.

Although it required verbal confirmation between the team leader and the doctor, Luo Hao did not consider that an insurmountable difficulty.

It was just that Wang Guohua was too old and Chen Yong was too unserious at the moment, so Luo Hao hadn't yet figured out who to arrange as members of the medical team.

He still needed to be careful about this matter; what if he couldn't change it later and ended up pulling in some good-for-nothing slacker?

Feeling fully satisfied, Luo Hao returned to the ward, where Chen Yong was holding his phone and chatting with some girl, his fingers typing rapidly.

Luo Hao paid him no mind and began reviewing the medical records to prepare for today's surgeries.

"I've read all the medical records," Chen Yong said while looking down at his chat, speaking to Luo Hao. "Take a look if there's any problem, and I'll fix it."

Luo Hao nodded, choosing not to disturb Chen Yong's chatting with the girls.

Soon it was time for work, and the medical staff arrived one after another, bringing life to the spacious and quiet office.

Wen Youren had prepared for this day for a long time, and the message he received early in the morning made him exceptionally happy.

There had been an emergency resuscitation last night, yet he hadn't been notified. Wen Youren brushed this aside, focusing his attention on another matter—Luo Hao had actually pointed at the nose of the old director Wang Guohua and cursed him out.

Young people nowadays really have a lot of nerve.

Arrogant and domineering, with their tails cocked up to the heavens.

Having just achieved a tiny, insignificant bit of success, he actually dared to go head-to-head with the old director Wang Guohua?

Wasn't this forcing his own master, who had backed him, to turn around and get backstabbed?

Originally, Wen Youren still had some hesitation because he knew very well how much influence Director Wang Guohua wielded.

If his master truly stood firmly on Luo Hao's side, his own "trump card" might not actually be able to shake this punk or deal a blow to Lin Yuming along the way.

You are courting death!

Wen Youren thought to himself.

When joyous occasions befall a person, their spirit soars. Wen Youren changed into his white coat, pretending to go to the wards. Before the shift handover, he checked on the patients first, but actually kept his eyes fixed on Wang Guohua's figure.

十几 minutes later, at 7:53 AM, Wang Guohua appeared.

Wen Youren hurried over a few steps and came to Wang Guohua's side.

"Master, you're here."

"Yeah, today is surgery day." Wang Guohua looked somewhat fatigued; after all, he was getting older, and his recovery ability was definitely not as fast as Luo Hao's.

"Master, there's something I need to tell you." Wen Youren invited Wang Guohua into the director's office, closed the door, and said with indignation, "The young people nowadays are simply going too far! How could Luo Hao dare to speak to you like that? It breaks my heart."

"Huh? Who did you hear that from?" Wang Guohua's expression was calm, as if he understood everything clearly.

"Master, Luo Hao actually dared to boss you around just because he's a staff member in the medical affairs department. Does he have any self-awareness left at all?!" Wen Youren ignored Wang Guohua's question and reprimanded sternly.

"That's quite normal," Wang Guohua said indifferently.

"Normal?!"

"If it weren't for Luo Hao yesterday, that patient would have died twice." Wang Guohua said, "First."

He extended a single finger; the finger was thick like a little carrot.

"Cardiac massage. I couldn't get his heart back, but Luo Hao did. I observed afterwards, and the heart suffered no external physical damage."

"Second, if it had been me, I definitely would have performed an emergency portal-azygos disconnection. You know this surgery; even as an elective procedure, it is extremely difficult to perform. Doing such a surgery on a patient in hemorrhagic shock can be described as a battle of nine deaths and one life."

"Yet Luo Hao performed endoscopic band ligation and stopped the bleeding in less than 5 minutes."

Wang Guohua looked deeply at Wen Youren, "Youren, being a doctor, being incompetent is the original sin. I am incompetent, and being cursed at a few times is quite normal."

Damn it!

Wen Youren froze.

Was this still the master who was usually decisive in his actions and wanted to kick everyone in the backside when commanding a resuscitation?

"You think I want to curse people out during emergency rescues? I just have no choice. Last night, in order to save a life, Luo Hao kicked open the iron door of the gastrointestinal endoscopy room. That temper—it's just like me when I was young."

"..." Wen Youren was rendered speechless.

Wang Guohua stood up and patted Wen Youren's shoulder, "Incompetence is the original sin."

Having said that, he sighed softly and turned to leave.

Incompetence is the original sin!

These words hit Wen Youren like a vicious, resounding slap to the face.

The master was cursing him! Wen Youren thought viciously in his heart.

Wang Guohua left, and the office door closed, leaving Wen Youren alone.

His emotions were no longer restrained; his face turned ferocious, his masseter muscles bulging as if he were tearing Luo Hao apart with his teeth.

Since that's how it is, don't blame me for being ruthless, a thought popped into Wen Youren's mind.

After an unknown amount of time, a knock on the door sounded.

"Director, it's time for the shift handover." The head nurse called out from outside for Wen Youren to conduct the handover.

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Wen Youren acknowledged, composed himself, and as he was about to step out, he stepped back inside to inspect his expression in the mirror.

Until the last trace of ferocity vanished from his face, Wen Youren grinned slightly, and seeing nothing unusual, he went to lead the shift handover.

The handover went without incident, followed by ward rounds to check on patients—everything was peaceful, and Wen Youren felt smug.

He alone would remain deep and tranquil; let Luo Hao be smug for now, and when the time came, he would deliver a fatal blow. He hoped Luo Hao's eyes would display astonishment and the confusion of being backstabbed.

Accompanying the patient to the interventional cath lab, Wen Youren walked beside Wang Guohua as if nothing had happened, continuously asking about the advantages and disadvantages of combining interventional surgery with liver cancer treatment.

"Luo Hao, does Director Lin know you're performing interventional procedures?"

On the way to take the patient to the operating room, Chen Yong asked Luo Hao in a low voice.

"I didn't tell him. There's no need to let Director Lin know about such minor clinical matters," Luo Hao smiled.

"If he finds out, will Director Lin be angry?"

"I have a way."

Chen Yong raised an eyebrow, glanced at Luo Hao, and silently expressed his disbelief.

Luo Hao shrugged.

Positioning the patient and comforting them, Luo Hao went to put on his lead apron, scrubbed in, and prepared for the surgery.

The phones of Luo Hao, Wang Guohua, and Chen Yong were placed in the control room, lined up in a row.

Once the airtight lead door of the operating room was closed, there was no signal inside anyway, so carrying them was useless.

Besides, it was rumored that X-rays affected the lifespan of mobile phones, though unverified.

The airtight lead door slowly closed, and the surgery officially began.

"Director Wen, are you also looking to learn interventional surgery?" Technician Xiao Zhao asked idly as things quieted down.

"Yeah," Wen Youren gave a vague acknowledgment.

"I didn't expect that after Director Lin yearned for it for so many years, our Mine General Hospital would finally get to see interventional surgeries again one day," Technician Xiao Zhao chattered away while looking through the leaded glass at Luo Hao and Chen Yong performing the surgery inside, as well as Wang Guohua standing behind them on a footstool to watch.

"Interventional radiology has no perks; not even a dog would do it."

"Who says that?!" Wen Youren rebuked.

"I don't really know much, haha," Technician Xiao Zhao sensed Wen Youren's tone was unkind and quickly explained, "But I see plenty of people doing vascular and circulatory interventions, yet no one at all is in the interventional department. I figured there must be no money in it."

Someone was speaking up for Luo Hao, and although the phrase "not even a dog would do it" sounded a bit harsh, Wen Youren was still extremely displeased.

Because of Wen Youren's presence, the control room quickly fell silent, with everyone attending to their respective duties.

Technician Xiao Zhao watched the surgery and soon wore an excited expression.

The difficulty of the surgery was not low, as the patient's blood vessels were tortuous, but the guidewire operated by the surgeon reached the designated location smoothly, as if it had eyes.

This level of skill was much higher than that of the former head of the interventional department and a host of professors. Technician Xiao Zhao was just about to applaud when he turned around and caught sight of Wen Youren's livid complexion.

Damn it, if you don't want to watch, then don't come, Technician Xiao Zhao muttered inwardly.

[They all say men stay boys until they die, but where are the boys...]

A phone rang.

"Huh? Xiao Luo's ringtone sounds pretty nice." Technician Xiao Zhao picked up the phone with a smile and glanced at it.

The caller ID was labeled [Eldest Uncle].

"Xiao Luo, Director Lin is calling you. Should I answer it for you?" Technician Xiao Zhao pressed the intercom button.

"..." Luo Hao paused.

He had originally intended to quietly perform an interventional procedure, but he hadn't expected Lin Yuming—who rarely called him during working hours—to call at this moment.

"Answer it," Luo Hao said helplessly.

Turning off the intercom, Technician Xiao Zhao answered the call.

"Director Lin, Xiao Luo is in surgery. If you have anything to say, I can pass a message along."

"He's performing an interventional surgery?!"

A burst of anger instantly erupted from the phone, and Technician Xiao Zhao felt as though Luo Hao's phone was a fire-breathing dragon and his ears had been scorched.

"You little punk, now you've learned to say one thing and do another, #￥@&*" Director Lin had already started cursing on the other end.

Technician Xiao Zhao sighed.

Interventional surgery—not even a dog would do it; that certainly wasn't a false statement.

Director Lin had spent years yearning for someone to perform interventional procedures to resume certain emergency rescues and treatments like uterine fibroids, but since the surgeon was his nephew, his attitude was very clear.

Sigh.

After the cursing on the phone finished, the sound cut off abruptly, followed by a succession of "beep, beep, beep" dial tones.

Seeing Lin Yuming angry, Wen Youren wore a joyful smile on his face.

Soon, Lin Yuming appeared in the control room of the interventional cath lab.

He didn't stop the surgery.

Halfway through the procedure, by reason and logic, it had to be finished first.

However, Lin Yuming's dark expression conveyed his true emotions.

It was only because Luo Hao was still performing surgery that Lin Yuming forcibly restrained the impulse to give him a fierce kick.

But that kick was bound to happen eventually, Technician Xiao Zhao guessed.

The surgery proceeded very quickly; Technician Xiao Zhao had estimated the procedure would take 2 hours, but it ended in less than 50 minutes. Luo Hao walked out of the operating room in his lead apron.

"Director Lin!" Luo Hao stood at attention obediently, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"You, come with me." Lin Yuming dragged Luo Hao away with a dark face.

Wen Youren watched the two of them leave with a grin, and just as he was about to make a sarcastic remark, he saw his master, Wang Guohua, also walk out.

"What's Director Lin here for?"

"I don't know."

"Always gossiping. Wearing a lead apron means absorbing some radiation, but you just need to avoid radiation for half a year after getting married—needless worry," Wang Guohua scolded.

"You're right, Master," Wen Youren fawned.

"Did you understand the surgery?" Wang Guohua asked.

"I understood. Xiao Luo found all the tumor-feeding arteries, injected iodized oil into them, and then embolized the feeding arteries. A week from now, we can perform surgical treatment. Preoperative interventional therapy has a few advantages. First, it makes it easier for the surgeon to identify the tumor boundaries during surgery..."

Although Wen Youren had a low educational background, was a bit slow, and lacked genuine talent, he had after all spent over twenty years in general surgery and spoke eloquently about it.

"Overall, combining interventional surgery with surgery is promising and very reasonable," Wang Guohua delivered the final verdict.

The patient's local puncture site required compression for 15 minutes to stop bleeding.

Although compression times were getting shorter with the introduction of high-value consumables like hemostatic pads into clinical practice, front-line clinical doctors remained very cautious; unless necessary, they preferred not to touch high-value consumables.

It felt as though time had flowed backward, returning to how things were at the very beginning.

Yet changes still existed; the elastic bandage remained, serving as a sharp weapon to prevent postoperative femoral artery puncture bleeding.

Chen Yong was applying pressure while Lin Yuming and Luo Hao were nowhere to be seen, and Wang Guohua kept checking the time.

Ten minutes later, Lin Yuming walked in, with Luo Hao trailing submissively behind him.

"Director Wang, Director Wen, there's a consultation, but it's not urgent—let's wait until the surgeries are finished."

"What consultation?"

Wang Guohua asked.

Lin Yuming shook his head and made a shushing gesture.

Oh? Both Wang Guohua and Wen Youren were stunned. What kind of matter required such secrecy?!

However, Lin Yuming's attitude was very clear, so the two did not ask further.

The second surgery ended an hour later. Chen Yong was still handling the compression when Lin Yuming called Luo Hao, Wang Guohua, and Wen Youren to the administrative meeting room.

Part (2/3)

In addition to them, Department of Gastroenterology Director Li and Department of Oncology Director Sun were also attending the consultation.

Counting Lin Yuming, there were six people.

Everyone felt uneasy. After they sat down, Lin Yuming cleared his throat, "We're gathering here just to have a casual chat."

A casual chat?

Wen Youren curled his lip.

Mysterious and sneaky—at a glance, you could tell it wasn't anything good.

"Relax, everyone. Just a casual chat."

With that, Lin Yuming took out a document and put on his reading glasses.

Watching Lin Yuming put on his glasses, Wen Youren thought he looked like a wolf grandmother in disguise.

"Male patient, around for... forty years old, 20-year history of alcohol consumption (250–500g/d), 20-year history of smoking (20 cigarettes/d). Presented with 'recurrent diarrhea accompanied by a dull ache in the left lower back for 3 months, with a 6 kg weight loss.'"

"Director Lin, you could print out a copy of the medical records for us to share and read; it's much less troublesome than you reading it aloud," Wen Youren suggested.

He currently found Lin Yuming very disagreeable; no matter what Lin Yuming did, it was wrong.

"Sorry, I just want to hear the opinions of the experts and directors present," Lin Yuming refused without hesitation, showing not a shred of compromise.

"This is going too far!" Wen Youren wanted to slam the table, stand up, and argue with Lin Yuming, but reason overcame impulse, and he held back.

Having practiced medicine for so many years, Wen Youren had never encountered such a bizarre consultation. Anyone could tell something fishy was going on here.

Ignoring him, Lin Yuming continued reading.

"B-ultrasound indicates a heterogeneous hypoechoic area within the pancreatic head."

"CT shows marked atrophy of the pancreatic tail, dilation of the main pancreatic duct, slight local bulging at the obstruction point, sheet-like soft tissue density shadows around the celiac trunk. On contrast-enhanced scanning, the aforementioned lesions appear relatively hypovascular; the gastric wall is edematous, and numerous tortuous, thickened blood vessels can be seen around the stomach."

"The diagnosis given by the radiology department is 'pancreatic head cancer invading the duodenum, retroperitoneal lymph nodes wrapping around the celiac trunk, and tumor thrombus formation in the main portal vein and superior mesenteric vein'."

"Where are the scans?" Wang Guohua asked.

"Not here for the moment. Let the experts speak their minds and share their thoughts," Lin Yuming said.

"That's it?!"

"Yeah, that's all the data."

Wang Guohua was very displeased. This was utterly unprofessional—saying "around forty years old" and not even providing the scans? Weren't they just playing games?

"What can you tell from this? Advanced pancreatic cancer. I suggest chemotherapy and symptomatic treatment, followed by re-examination after treatment to see if surgery is an option."

Although unhappy, Wang Guohua still offered his diagnosis.

"Is that all? Could it be benign?" Lin Yuming asked.

"Without seeing the scans, I wouldn't dare talk nonsense, but based on the description, it's a quite typical malignant tumor, and an advanced stage at that."

The directors of gastroenterology and oncology also agreed with Wang Guohua's view.

The consultation opinions were relatively unified, and Lin Yuming sighed.

However, the corner of his eye fell upon Luo Hao.

Luo Hao sat frowning, seemingly pondering something.

"Luo Hao, share your thoughts," Lin Yuming prompted.

"I also agree with the opinions of the teachers; I consider it to be an advanced malignant tumor."

Lin Yuming sighed inwardly.

"However, as to whether it could possibly be benign, I think there is still a possibility; we need to see the scans."

"Oh? Benign?" Lin Yuming's eyes lit up.

"I need to see the scans."

Faced with Lin Yuming's inquiry, Luo Hao gave the same answer as everyone else.

"Wait a moment; the scans will take a little longer to arrive."

Lin Yuming didn't let the people present leave. Sensing something strange about the matter, no one left either, waiting in silence.

The only sound in the meeting room was Lin Yuming periodically sipping tea from his enamel mug, making a slurping noise.

After more than twenty minutes, Lin Yuming received a call and subsequently stepped out of the meeting room.

"What is all this nonsense? If you're going to see a patient, just see them. They won't even let us know who it is, keeping it all vague—do they really think they're some big shot!" Wen Youren complained as soon as Lin Yuming left.

"Don't say too much," Wang Guohua warned.

"Master, I'm just telling the truth. So secretive—at a glance, you can tell it's nothing good."

Wang Guohua's gaze was sharp, suppressing Wen Youren into silence.

Luo Hao stood up, fetched several paper cups, and poured hot water for the various directors, including Wen Youren.

"Teachers, have some water first," Luo Hao said with a comforting smile.

"Xiao Luo, do you know who the patient is?" Director Li of the Gastroenterology Department asked.

"I don't know," Luo Hao shook his head.

The brief exchange came to a close when Lin Yuming returned carrying two films, without a film jacket; it was unclear where they had been taken.

"Here are the scans. Everyone take a look."

A view box had been prepared in advance in the meeting room. Luo Hao inserted the films onto it and stepped aside, leaving the best spot for the others.

Normally, the date, age, and name of the patient would be printed on the film, but this film was exceptionally bizarre—there was nothing on it except the images.

Realizing the oddity, everyone remained silent and focused their energy on analyzing the case.

A few seconds later, Wang Guohua pointed at the film on the view box, "Advanced cancer. Surgical resection is very difficult; let's start with chemotherapy."

His tone was extremely definitive.

The others also nodded in agreement.

The imaging was almost a textbook depiction of advanced pancreatic cancer, except for the absence of metastases in other organs. However, high-density shadows near the pancreas suggested implant metastasis, supporting the diagnosis of advanced cancer.

With no questions remaining in the consultation, the directors soon departed, leaving only Luo Hao standing before the view box, staring intently at the films.

"You've been fried stupid by X-rays," Lin Yuming said with disdain. "What are you staring at!"

"Eldest Uncle, if I say there's a chance it could be benign, would you believe me?" Luo Hao asked.

"!!!"

Lin Yuming's eyes lit up, but he then shook his head, "You don't need to comfort me; this isn't our family member, it has nothing to do with us."

"Eldest Uncle, I'm really not comforting you," Luo Hao said earnestly. "However, I need to examine the patient myself before I can give a diagnosis."

"Oh?! Are you serious?"

"Yeah, looking at the scans, it indeed looks like advanced pancreatic cancer, but I keep feeling that the high-density shadows in certain areas look rather peculiar," Luo Hao noted.

"Peculiar?"

"Yeah, we shouldn't recklessly assume it's advanced cancer. Eldest Uncle, who on earth is this? I need to see the patient, take a medical history, and determine whether we should investigate further."

Lin Yuming walked to the meeting room door, poked his head out to check the surroundings, and upon seeing the hallway empty, returned looking mysterious.

"A few years ago, this person was in charge of the education and health sector—considered an old leader. Later, he moved to other posts and things went smoothly all along. Recently, there's a leadership transition, and rumor has it he's very likely to be promoted to the top spot. It was only because he recently lost several pounds that he went for a check-up and discovered this."

"Oh."

Luo Hao wasn't particularly moved by leaders or lack thereof; he just acknowledged, "A well-kept secret, huh?"

"That sounds really harsh."

"In all likelihood, his survival period is only half a year to a year; calling it a well-kept secret isn't all that harsh. Eldest Uncle, go ask around and see if they want to continue looking into it. If my judgment is correct and he's lucky, I'll take him to Beijing for a consultation."

"Little Conch, tell me the truth—is it really not advanced cancer?!"

Part (3/3)