50: Dare to Bully My Student! (Clan Leader Bandit Code: Meng De, Additional Chapter)
Although Luo Hao did not get the wish-granting stone (large) he had been longing for, the system rewarded him with 10 diagnostic assistance AI fragments in the first stage.
Luo Hao never expected the system to be so generous.
Moreover, as Luo Hao reviewed the system tasks, he discovered that the task progress bar was still moving forward.
What was going on here?
Luo Hao thought about it for a long time, and there should only be one answer—the subsequent proper treatment received by the admitted patients was also counted toward the task progress.
Well, well?
The system was actually this generous!
Could this be the legendary winning while lying down?
Luo Hao, who was physically exhausted from excessive blood loss, instantly perked up.
No matter what, getting rewards was a good thing. Besides, now that he was basically winning without lifting a finger, lounging at home while still receiving system rewards—
How handsome!
The system had not announced the rewards for subsequent tasks yet, so Luo Hao made a wish on his 34 points of luck, hoping the system would grant him a wish-granting stone before falling into a deep sleep.
He was tired.
Tired straight down to his bones.
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"Boss, something happened on Luo Hao's end."
Director Qian, usually as fierce as a fierce deity, had now turned into a gentle little cat as he reported softly.
"Oh? What kind of trouble has he stirred up this time?" asked an elderly man in a white uniform, with neatly groomed white hair, looking full of vigor and vitality.
Director Qian briefly reported what Luo Hao had encountered.
"Is that so?" The old man smiled. "Luo Hao, Luo Hao. Little Qian, do you think he'll become arrogant?"
"Arrogant? No, absolutely not." Director Qian quickly spoke up for Luo Hao.
"Heh, if I had the ability to turn the tide and accomplish so much when I was young, I certainly would have been arrogant," the old man said. "It's also because interventional radiology doesn't have a grandmaster sitting at the helm worldwide; otherwise, the instruction manual for iodized oil wouldn't have been dragged out for decades without being revised."
"I really dislike that French company," Director Qian said.
"This is an academic matter. Look at it through the lens of the drugs we use ourselves."
"That's true. If a grandmaster-level doctor stepped forward and simply spoke a word, Jia Bai Company would definitely rush to leverage their connections, and it would pass EMA approval in five years at most."
"Little Qian, do you think Luo Hao can become a grandmaster-level figure in interventional radiology in the future?" the old man asked with interest.
"Ha." Director Qian did not answer directly, only giving a crafty laugh.
"Let's go, accompany me fishing," the old man said. "Also, what did those old fellows say?"
"Luo Hao has already properly resolved the issue; none of the other teachers said anything."
"How can that do!" The old man glared. "Book the tickets. Luo Hao is my student; only I am allowed to scold him at will, and none of those old guys have the right. What was that person's name in Donglian City?"
"Wen Youren, Director of General Surgery at Donglian City Mining General Hospital," Director Qian said, word by word, meticulously and seriously.
"What kind of thing is he!"
"Yes, Boss, you're entirely right!" Director Qian followed the old man's lead.
"Book the tickets, I'm going to go see Luo Hao. The closer it gets to times like this, the more restless people's hearts become, and perhaps someone will still want to stir up trouble. I'm going to take a look and see who the hell dares to touch my people."
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Imperial Capital, 912.
Inside the office of Director Gu of Cardiovascular Surgery.
Director Gu stood straight, while an elderly man sat in the director's chair.
"Boss, you really don't need to go. It's too far, don't wear yourself out," Director Gu advised. "Luo Hao has already solved the problem. That kid is as sly as they come, you can rest assured."
"I shouldn't go? Luo Hao is being bullied!" The old man angrily slapped the desk.
"Boss, please calm your anger," Director Gu quickly urged. "Coincidentally, Luo Hao contacted me and asked me to dispatch a primary surgeon to perform an aortic dissection. How about this, I'll make the trip, and you can command from home base. Will that do?"
The old man squinted at Director Gu.
Director Gu sighed inwardly; if it were possible, he wouldn't want to make the trip either.
How many years had it been since he last left the Imperial Capital?
That little fellow Luo Hao sure knew how to cause a stir.
"No," the old man said decisively.
"Uh..."
"You take assistants, anesthesiologists, scrub nurses... and bring the extracorporeal circulation perfusionist too," the old man said in an unquestionable tone. "Take the entire team!"
"..." Director Gu was struck speechless.
"This is backing Luo Hao up! Today they dare to touch my student, tomorrow they'll dare to dance on my grave."
"Boss, it's not that serious. Please calm down, calm down, I'll take the entire team, alright?" Director Gu was almost on the verge of tears.
Luo Hao truly held a special place in these old folks' hearts. If something happened to himself, the boss would probably only ask a casual question—how could he possibly insist on traveling thousands of miles just to check on him?
"The surgery must be secured one hundred percent," the old man admonished.
"Don't worry, Boss, I'll perform it from start to finish. Right, I'll also find an intensive care specialist to stay behind for 3 days; otherwise, the critical care strength on that end won't be enough, and the patient might run into trouble post-op."
Hearing Gu Huaiming say this, a smile finally appeared on the old man's face.
Shortly after, 912 sprang into action.
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At the same time.
At Jiang Wenming's home.
"Master, it seems you were right," Chen Yong sat in a tiny corner, which happened to be the cleanest spot in Jiang Wenming's apartment.
"Of course," Jiang Wenming said with a trace of smugness, pointing to his eyes. "Your master's eyes are sharp!"
"I got off shift early this morning and heard that something happened; I was so startled I instantly woke up." Chen Yong began to vividly describe the gossip of the moment.
Although he was only willing to talk to women, Jiang Wenming was the sole exception.
His affection for Jiang Wenming resembled that of a teacher and a father—he was a true master.
"Tsk," Jiang Wenming sneered dismissively after listening to Chen Yong's gossip. "It's all nonsense. The rumors flying around the outpatient department are even more exaggerated."
"What are they saying?" Chen Yong's eyes lit up.
"What they say doesn't matter; what matters is how you view it," Jiang Wenming said. "To be honest, I've always felt that you could become a surgical director in the future, which is why I told you to keep in close contact with Luo Hao."
"!!!"
This was the first time Chen Yong had heard Jiang Wenming say this.
"Master, how did you figure that out!" Chen Yong asked, somewhat excited.
"Hospital surgical department directors average three marriages each. The first wife is usually a female classmate from medical school; the second wife is a department nurse or female pharmaceutical rep, usually pregnant before marriage; the third wife is their own female master's student—a case of an old house catching fire. If there's a fourth wife, it'll be the household nanny or housekeeper who takes care of them into old age."
"Judging by your physiognomy, you'll have at least 4 marriages. If you're not meant to be a department director, what else could you be?"
Knowing his master was teasing him about being a hopeless romantic, Chen Yong scratched his head and smiled bitterly.
You couldn't force these things. If Chen Yong had to live Jiang Wenming's kind of life, he'd probably want to die.
After a single joke, Jiang Wenming returned to a serious tone.
"At first, I just thought Luo Hao was leaning against a big tree for shade, but I never imagined his big tree would be beyond all imagination."
"Just good luck," Chen Yong said dismissively.
"Good luck? Foreign countries revised the iodized oil manual years ago; why hasn't it been revised domestically?"
"I don't know," Chen Yong shook his head honestly.
"Industry heavyweights make a difference," Jiang Wenming explained. "Everyone needs to lean on heavyweights. Interventional radiology is an emerging discipline without grandmasters at the helm, so certain things simply cannot get done. The French Jia Bai Company wasn't in a rush either; in the end, it was just stuck at the Food and Drug Administration."
"You say Luo Hao is lucky—that's inevitable, but when coincidences pile up too much, they stop being coincidences."
"Historical inevitability?" Chen Yong teased.
"I've been reading a novel lately," Jiang Wenming suddenly changed the topic.
"It's about a guy whose luck isn't great, but he has some skills. He puts a curse on a beautiful woman, forcing her to come to him every night to hook up."
"..." Chen Yong frowned. "Master, can you read something normal for once?"
"Tsk, I'm just exposing myself to diverse material to gather writing prompts," Jiang Wenming continued smoothly, keeping a straight face. "But because this guy's luck is terrible, that beautiful woman died in a car accident the very same day."
"!!!" Chen Yong was stunned. "Is the curse still useful?"
"Useful," Jiang Wenming said. "For the first few days, he could barely accept it, but a few days later, the beauty was cremated, and every night, 5 urns of ashes would come looking for him."
"Damn it!" Chen Yong cursed.
Chen Yong knew that the ashes cremated in a funeral home were basically mixed together.
However, he never expected that the erotic novel his master was reading would end up featuring 5 urns of ashes.
"Master, what's the title? I want to read it too."
"You're a kid, go learn something proper," Jiang Wenming scolded. "What I'm trying to tell you is that when a person has good luck, everything they do is right. When their luck is bad, a beauty turns into 5 urns of ashes."
Although Chen Yong felt his master's logic was flawed, he was genuinely curious about that novel, so he didn't argue and planned to search for it online when he got home.
Which unlucky author had such a wild imagination, driving a car so recklessly that it drifted in that direction?
"Right, Luo Hao definitely plans to set up a medical team soon," Jiang Wenming said with solemn seriousness. "You need to seize this opportunity."
"Master, Luo Hao's got issues."
"Huh? Did he infect you? Fecal-oral transmission or mother-to-child transmission?"
"Uh..." Chen Yong looked helplessly at Jiang Wenming. Since he was the closest person to his master, Jiang Wenming liked to joke around with him.
"Luo Hao works like he doesn't know what fatigue is. Not even a production team's draft ox is worked like that. Master, did you know? Last night Luo Hao went to the city center blood station and donated 1,200 ml of blood, and then came right back and put on a lead apron to do surgery."
"I know. If that happened to your master, I'd brag about it for ten years," Jiang Wenming said calmly. "We usually just complain, but given this kind of situation, if you can't change reality, you can only do what's within your power."
"What is within our power?"
Jiang Wenming seemed to have thought of something, his eyes staring blankly, which scared Chen Yong a little.
After a full two minutes, Jiang Wenming finally let out a sigh.
"Master, who possessed you?" Chen Yong asked.
"Stop talking nonsense, I just thought of something," Jiang Wenming smiled.
"What is it?"
"I can't just blurt it out, I'm afraid your ears will get a 404 error after hearing it."
The more Jiang Wenming said that, the more curious Chen Yong became.
After nagging for a long time, Jiang Wenming finally said, "Alright, alright. Just now I thought of *Dying to Survive*. Imatinib is ridiculously expensive, but do you know when its patent protection period expired?"
"I don't know," Chen Yong shook his head.
"The domestic patent protection period expired on April 1, 2013. After that, three pharmaceutical factories obtained generic manufacturing rights and could produce alternative drugs."
"!!!" Chen Yong's brain couldn't quite process that.
"Heh, I can't say anymore," Jiang Wenming said solemnly. "Tell me, will the complaining ever end?" (I'd better ask the chapter comments section about this; if I actually write it out, it'll probably get 404'd.)
"Complaining is complaining, but the work that needs to be done still has to be done."
"What about you, Master?" Chen Yong refused to accept it.
"Me? I'm following Feng Tang's path." Jiang Wenming wasn't angry; he just raised a hand and tapped Chen Yong on the head. "Aside from knowing how to sweet-talk girls, what else can you do?"
"Isn't this a skill of mine? A lethal weapon in life."
"Do you really want to find an older woman and tell her you don't want to work hard anymore?" Jiang Wenming asked.
"It hasn't come to that, not that far," Chen Yong waved his hands repeatedly.
"Go ask Luo Hao if he has any plans to establish a medical team in the future. If so, make sure he saves a spot for you."
Chen Yong's lips twitched slightly.
"Don't be unconvinced. Having someone lead you through a stretch of the road is a huge piece of luck. Look, your master never met anyone like that when I was young. Besides, Luo Hao is so righteous—he can donate 1,200 ml of blood for a patient, his brain is definitely broken. Someone with that level of skill and a broken brain, you shouldn't..."
Watching his master categorize Luo Hao under "people with a broken brain," Chen Yong wore a pleasant smile.
"You," Jiang Wenming said, shaking his head. "If you took even half the effort you spend on women and put it on surgery... well, I suppose that wouldn't work either."
"Huh?!" Chen Yong defended himself. "I'm not that stupid."
"Human relations and social savvy are crucial. Look at how well I perform surgeries—it's completely useless. I was suppressed by Wen Youren for 10 years and ended up slinking off to the outpatient department to retire."
"It's a systemic issue."
"Stop blaming the system all the time. Look at the US, they still use a recommendation system. When was the 'Ju Xiaolian' system used? The Han Dynasty, the Han Dynasty!"
This was something Chen Yong hadn't expected.
"Have a good chat with Luo Hao, I'll give you a topic."
With that, Jiang Wenming started typing on the computer.
"Close your eyes and don't look."
Although curious, Chen Yong obediently listened to Jiang Wenming and went to the balcony to help water the plants.
Rat-a-tat-tat sounds echoed from inside the room.
Jiang Wenming's typing speed was truly fast, Chen Yong muttered to himself. His master must have practiced like a Shaolin monk, forging a Qilin arm that was exceptionally well-suited for clerical work.
About ten minutes later, the printer whirred to life and spat out a piece of paper.
Jiang Wenming tucked the paper into a kraft paper envelope, left it unsealed, and handed it to Chen Yong.
"When you have time, chat with Luo Hao and ask him if Wen Youren leaves, what my chances are of becoming the acting director of general surgery. And if I need to give gifts, who should I send them to?"
"Gifts?!"
A wave of disgust welled up in Chen Yong's heart.
"Heh, go learn. You think high skill alone can conquer the world? Utter nonsense." Jiang Wenming glanced at the time and began shooing him out.
Knowing his master chased after some obscure livestream every day, and seeing that it was almost time for it, Chen Yong took the envelope and left Jiang Wenming's apartment. He was extremely curious, but forcibly restrained himself from opening and reading the letter.
Luo Hao just got lucky. If he himself had spent eight years hanging around Peking Union Medical College, he definitely would have made it too!
Clutching the envelope, Chen Yong headed to Wanda Plaza; he still had two dates scheduled for today.
He never tired of it.
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Early the next morning, Luo Hao woke up.
Having rested long enough, Luo Hao felt resurrected with full HP, full MP, and a fully restored status.
The task progress bar had advanced a bit further. He figured the orthopedics department must have been busy all night, handling some of the fracture patients who had slipped and fallen on the frozen snow.
Closed fractures were elective surgeries; doing them within 24 to 48 hours was completely fine.
Happily daydreaming that the system would grant him a wish-granting stone, Luo Hao washed up and ate breakfast.
Picking up his phone, Luo Hao saw a string of unread messages.
Scrolling through them, Luo Hao suddenly froze.
With a piece of steamed bun jammed in his mouth, he stared blankly at his phone, looking rather foolish.
"Eat properly."
Lin Yuejuan's chopsticks smacked against the back of Luo Hao's hand.
"Oh, oh, oh." Luo Hao hurriedly swallowed the bun in his mouth. "Mom, my boss is coming."
"Which boss? You seem to have seven or eight bosses." Lin Yuejuan asked.
"The one who came to our house to sit for a while six years ago, and whom I accompanied fishing for three days."
"Oh, oh, that fishing-enthusiast boss." Lin Yuejuan categorized Luo Hao's bosses, and upon hearing the "fishing enthusiast" tag, she immediately remembered which old gentleman it was.
"Is he coming for a meeting?"
"Probably not. I'm guessing he wants to come bolster my morale."
Not caring why his morale needed bolstering, Lin Yuejuan simply instructed Luo Hao to bring the old man back home for a meal.
Luo Hao remained in a daze, as if he had something on his mind.
Barely finishing his meal, Luo Hao helped clean up the bowls and chopsticks before rushing out.
Preparing a gift for his boss took the entire morning. Luo Hao stayed in constant phone contact with Manager Yin, using up half his portable charger's battery.
The old Nokia phone from his childhood was much better; Luo Hao didn't like how smartphones had built-in batteries and didn't even allow battery replacements.
Alas, all cell phones were the same now.
Damn Apple.
After all the hustle and bustle, Luo Hao finally caught his breath and returned to the hospital to check on the patient in the ICU.
The patient's condition had stabilized and they were barely fit for surgery.
Aortic dissection surgeries, especially Type I dissections, always allowed only for "barely ready" operations—there was never time to optimize the patient's condition further.
Seeing that the patient was stable, Luo Hao sent various data files to his senior fellow apprentice in the Imperial Capital before leaving the ICU.
Just as he was changing clothes, he saw Lin Yuming walking in.
"Luo Hao, why did you run back here again," Lin Yuming asked with concern. "You should be resting properly at home, don't throw your youth and strength around recklessly."
"Director Lin, I have to keep an eye on the matter of the invited expert. That end requires a lot of data, and I'm afraid others won't transmit it thoroughly enough."
"Would the earth stop spinning without you?" Lin Yuming scolded.
"Heh."
"This time, Director Qiubo approved using hospital funds, treating it as our hospital performing a 'frozen elephant trunk' procedure," Lin Yuming said.
"That's great."
"The people in the Imperial Capital are asking for too much," Lin Yuming complained. "Fifty thousand yuan, what utter nonsense."
Luo Hao finished changing his clothes. "Uncle, the fifty thousand yuan is for the plane tickets."
"Flying in on a private jet for a surgery? And it costs fifty thousand yuan in tickets!" Lin Yuming grumbled. "Even though the person you invited is the head director of 912's cardiovascular surgery department—and rumor has it he never leaves the Imperial Capital because he hates the hassle—asking for this much right off the bat is going a bit overboard."
Sure enough, without him in the middle coordinating, there would always be various issues like this.
Luo Hao smiled. "Uncle, Director Gu isn't the only one coming."
"Huh? He's bringing assistants?"
"He's bringing a team." Luo Hao counted on his fingers.
For the surgery: two doctors. Anesthesia: two doctors. Scrub nurse: one nurse. Standby extracorporeal circulation: two perfusionists. There was even a critical care backbone physician coming along.
A total of eight people.
"Damn!" Lin Yuming was dumbfounded.
He had thought Director Gu was coming alone to perform the surgery as a regular visiting surgeon. He never expected 912 to send a full team of eight people in one go, including even backup perfusionists and critical care doctors.
"To prevent accidents, and because aortic dissections near the root of the ascending aorta are extremely rare and the surgery is much more perilous. Director Gu wants to play it safe, so he's bringing the entire medical team."
A medical team!
Lin Yuming fell silent.
All the complaints he had previously uttered felt like slaps across his face.
However, Lin Yuming had thick skin and didn't care at all; his mind was already turning to something else.
"Little Conch, do you think we can publicize this?"
"Probably. Coming to perform surgery isn't anything shameful."
"Good, I'll report it to the president first, then contact the city television station," Lin Yuming said. "Little Conch, you get prepared. When the time comes, you'll speak on behalf of the Mining Hospital."
Luo Hao hesitated for a moment.
Lin Yuming put on a stern face and reprimanded him, "Little Conch, this is a team from a superior-tier hospital coming to operate. Our hospital has had visiting surgeons before, but an elite high-level team coming to operate has never happened."
"Uncle, I have other things to attend to," Luo Hao argued softly.
"What could possibly be more important than accompanying Director Gu of 912's cardiovascular surgery department? Don't be so reluctant to show your face; it's good for your career. When I was young, I also hated showing my face, thinking it was all superficial fluff, and I missed out on many opportunities."
"It's not that, I'm actually willing, but I simply won't have time to accompany Director Gu on that end." Luo Hao sighed helplessly and had to tell the truth.
"!!!" Lin Yuming stared at Luo Hao in astonishment.
Had this dog of a kid's tail shot up to the sky again!
He pulled strings to invite a specialist group from 912 to perform an extremely difficult surgery for a patient. Plus, since Luo Hao held a practicing scope in cardiovascular surgery, for Director Gu Huaiming to come do the operation, it would be inexcusable if Luo Hao didn't scrub in and assist at the table.
And Luo Hao?
Judging by what he was saying, he wouldn't even have time to accompany Director Gu!
Audacious!
Arrogant!!
Overbearing!!!
Lin Yuming suddenly wore an extremely subtle expression. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Ah, haha," Luo Hao gave a dry laugh and smiled. "Uncle, my boss is coming, I have to accompany him."
"Your boss? Do you have another boss backing you up?" Lin Yuming asked suspiciously. "If you really have a boss like that, why didn't you stay in the Imperial Capital?"
This was a question Luo Hao couldn't answer.
"Forget it, forget it." Seeing that Luo Hao gave a "legitimate" excuse, Lin Yuming couldn't refute it and simply waved his hand. "Then you won't scrub in for the surgery, but we agreed—you must accompany Director Gu."
Luo Hao smiled bitterly and scratched his head.
Lin Yuming raised his foot as if to kick him, and Luo Hao smiled and dodged away.
"I'm going to report to President Qiubo," Lin Yuming said.
Earlier, when Luo Hao said he was going to invite an expert, Lin Yuming had always assumed it was just one individual. When he contacted 912's medical administration office, that end had treated him with indifference.
Lin Yuming knew very well that from the perspective of 912's medical administration, Mining General Hospital was a purely local, grassroots hospital—just like how he viewed Qianhe County People's Hospital.
He had never taken the medical affairs director of Qianhe County seriously when they spoke to him either.
Never did he expect that 912's cardiovascular surgery department would attach such importance to Luo Hao's patient, directly dispatching an entire medical team!
This was a major event. If operated well, it could yield huge dividends for Mining General Hospital.
Ignoring Luo Hao, Lin Yuming didn't give much thought to Luo Hao's "boss" either.
If that boss had truly cared about Luo Hao, why hadn't they kept him in the Imperial Capital in the first place?
This logic was crystal clear.
Without bothering to change clothes, since Luo Hao was handling the patient, Lin Yuming felt relieved.
Walking with brisk steps back to the administrative building, Lin Yuming felt quite happy.
Lately, his luck had truly turned around for the better: Wen Youren had been directly "dispatched" to support Qianhe County, and now a 912 team was flying in to operate.
Arriving at President Li's office door, Lin Yuming took a deep breath to steady himself before knocking.
"Come in."
Stepping into President Li's office, he found Director Tan of the president's office reporting something.
"Director Lin is here," Director Tan said with a smile. "Go ahead, you go ahead."
There were always plenty of people coming to report work to the president every day, and one had to wait in line.
Although the vast majority weren't serious matters, but merely attempts to score brownie points with the president, a line was still a line.
However, Lin Yuming had legitimate business, so he didn't stand on ceremony and walked right up to President Li.
"President Qiubo, I looked into it—asking for fifty thousand yuan for 912's consultation fee was actually undercharging them."
"!!!"
(End of Chapter)