Chapter 24 - 0023 Press Conference

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The subtitles appear in the upper right corner of the vision, accompanied by a female voice.

The surgery has finally ended!

Yang Ping stretched his limbs, and Director Han personally helped him untie the strap behind his surgical gown, the inner gown was soaked as if it has just been pulled out of the water.

Having completed the sterilization of the instruments, Su Yixuan’s first act off the stage was to rush over and, heedless of the crowd in the operating room, jump up to hug Yang Ping.

This man, who had never had a girlfriend before, felt his heart pounding at the young girl’s actions. Happiness came so quickly that his heart was not prepared.

Su Yixuan barely hugged him before letting go, leaving Yang Ping somewhat disappointed. He had thought she would nibble on his face, which is how it was always shown on TV. Even with a mask on, he wouldn’t mind.

Anesthetist Liang Jing, punched Yang lightly and then patted his shoulders: “Today was too thrilling, next time, let brothers fly with you.”

“Flying is possible, but lose weight first,” someone piped up unexpectedly.

Tian Yuan, Song Zimo, Fang Yan, Zhang Lin, and Little Five all took off their surgical gowns, came over, and shared a group hug, like brothers who had just stepped off a battlefield.

Old Han chuckled, looking like a child, hummed “The Drunken Concubine”, his head swaying rhythmically with the melody.

His phone rang, beep after beep and Old Han pulled it out.

Congratulations from General Surgery!

Congratulations from Thoracic Surgery!

Congratulations from Urological Surgery!

Neurosurgery—

Dean Sun rushed to the operating room, shook hands with each team member, took photos, and extended his warm congratulations.

Secretary Luo and Dean Xia conveyed their congratulations through a connected video, and immediately issued directives.

Secretary Luo was very pleased, a strand of hair on his forehead gently shaken, and he coughed a few times.

He said, “Use the best medicine, the best equipment, the best technology, and the best whatever was it?”

“That’s about it!” Dean Xia gently reminded from the side.

“Hmm, curb arrogance and impetuosity, ensure the success of subsequent treatments.”

“Let Song Zimo and Zhang Lin transport the patient, we will rest in the changing room for a while. The chef in the cafeteria is busy preparing a few hot dishes, which will be delivered soon. Let’s go.” Old Han slung his arm around YangPing’s shoulder.

After the anesthesia wore off, Song Zimo and Fang Yan, along with the anesthetist and nurse, escorted the patient back to the ICU. Tian Yuan also followed them.

Little Su Yixuan, wearing gloves and pushing the instrument cart to clean the instruments, didn’t forget to make a cute goodbye gesture to Yang Ping.

In the changing room.

After changing clothes, Old Han sat down on the long bench to rest.

He beckoned, “Come here, sit down and rest for a while, we will eat soon.”

Yang Ping, making himself at home, sat down beside him: “For the next two weeks, I plan to stay in the department around the clock until the severed limb is out of danger.”

Old Han nodded, “Hmm, this patient is the cynosure of all eyes, not only among colleagues but also among the entire G City populace, we can’t afford to make a mistake. After all, this was not just a five-segment amputation, but also an emergency thumb reconstruction. Besides ensuring survival, we need to take precaution against infections and acute renal failure, and try to restore functions as much as possible in the later stages.”

“Did you know? The entire surgery was live-streamed on the Orthopedic Trauma Network Conference!”

“Ah?” Yang Ping gasped in surprise. He had been so focused on the surgery that he had been completely unaware of the live broadcast.

“Didn’t tell you because I feared it might put additional pressure on you.”

“You have no idea, today’s live broadcast was incredibly exciting! Those bullet comments were really interesting, I sat there all morning without moving.” Old Han chuckled again.

Looking at Yang Ping’s surprised expression.

Old Han laughed, “Don’t be so shocked, who doesn’t have a few coarse words.”

“This year’s Orthopedic Trauma Network Conference? It’s hosted by Magic City Sixth Hospital, right? Director, you also came from there?” Yang Ping was aware of this conference.

“Yes! It’s been ten years since I left there.” Old Han’s eyes looked a bit vacant, as if he was reminiscing about something.

Just then, Tian Yuan came in to call them for dinner. He had been looking everywhere for them before finally finding them in the changing room.

“No more talking, let’s go eat!” Old Han instantly got up.

The dining hall of the operating room, where the doctors ate during their rest breaks during surgery.

“Here, chicken leg, you eat it. It’s clean, untouched. You need it for growth.”

Old Han picked up a huge chicken leg with clean chopsticks and put it into Yang Ping’s bowl, and then forcefully pushed it down.

“Man, I’m in my twenties already, I’m not growing any more.” However, he was really hungry, so Yang Ping picked up the chicken leg and started eating.

In a flurry of activity, he quickly finished his meal, wiped his mouth, and left. The two of them headed to the trauma ICU to check on the patient.

The patient was conscious, his vital signs stable, and his limb circulation was good. All five fingers were red and plump.

After seeing the patient, they returned to the ordinary ward on the 7th floor.

Exiting from the elevator, this particular elevator opens to the interior of the ward corridor, without needing to pass through the main entrance of the ward.

They heard a bustling noise coming from the direction of the main door, curiosity piqued, they went to see what was causing the commotion. Many people were gathered at the entrance, pushing their way in, while security personnel formed a human wall to block them. Upon seeing the situation, Old Han lost his temper.

A security guard ran over, his face sweaty: “Director Han, these people are trying to force their way in, saying they want to interview the surgeon.”

“Where is the PR department? Didn’t I tell them that nobody is allowed in the ward? If they wish to conduct interviews, they should go find the PR department!” Old Han shouted furiously.

“There are even more people at the PR department? It’s bordering on a stampede.”

“One-eight-one-eight! This is One-nine!”

“What? Assist you guys? No way, we can’t hold our position here any longer–”

The security guards were shouting into the walkie-talkie, red-faced and neck bulging.

“Lock the door, only let patients or visitors enter with ID.” Upon saying this, Old Han waved his hand.

The security immediately shouted, “Close the door, close the door.”

Several security guards at the entrance began to use all their strength to close the main door, while the crowd outside persisted in resisting, hoping to prevent the doors from closing.

“Old Han, quickly bring your team over, especially Yang Ping. Administrative Building No. 2’s small meeting room, a press briefing, quickly, everyone is waiting.” It was Dean Xia’s voice.

Press briefing? Yang Ping felt a bit nervous, he did not like to be in the public eye.

As for meet-and-greet sessions – those always have a concrete goal, but a press briefing–

Building No. 2’s meeting room was already packed with people, with even military police maintaining order.

Seeing Old Han appear, Dean Xia strode over: “Old Han, you must be tired from the operation, originally I didn’t want to trouble you. But these journalists nearly broke down the door of our PR department. Mayor Li specifically instructed Secretary Luo that we should showcase this positive event. Don’t you think it’s also an opportunity for us? Social influence!”

With the assistance of the military police, they finally squeezed into the conference room, With the assistance of the military police, they finally squeezed into the conference room, which was already in progress.

The stage in the small conference room was quite low, only about ten centimetres high. On it, there was a long table with a red carpet spread. In the middle sat Secretary Luo, to his left sat in order: military police, health, public security– , to his right Dean Xia, Dean Sun, the head of the PR department, and to the right of them were empty seats.

A stewardess led Old Han and Yang Ping to their seats. The seats next to Dean Sun were for Old Han and Yang Ping, their names were already written on the electronic table card.

The meeting room was swelling with people, the aisles in the middle and on both sides were lined with numerous cameras, journalists seated and standing, holding wireless microphones, all staring at the stage. Outside the door, people were still trying to squeeze in, blocked by the military police. One managed to sneak in while a military cop was distracted, darted under an arm and rolled in, then stood up.

“Don’t be scared! We’re just sitting around, if someone asks you a question later, our PR department will pass you a note.” Old Han tried to calm Yang Ping.

From childhood, I’d stutter and blush just speaking a few sentences on stage, and now I’d have to answer questions, isn’t that like pushing me into a firing line? Yang Ping grumbled in his mind.

The entry of Old Han and Yang Ping caused a flurry of activity.

“Are these the surgeons?”

“One of them seems very young!”

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“Alright, everyone, if anyone has a question, one at a time please! Keep in mind, given the large number of people, everyone only gets one chance to ask a question, and please keep it shorter than three minutes.” The head of the PR department spoke into the microphone like a television host, calm and collected, his clear and magnetic voice echoing in the conference room.

The conference room quieted down a bit.

“Here you go!” The stewardess handed the closest microphone.

A woman in a long skirt and glasses took the microphone: “Hello, I am from G City TV station, I’d like to ask, who does this pair of hands belong to?”

She took out a photograph, which was obviously a video screenshot, then printed as a photo: under the microscope, a pair of hands were performing vascular anastomosis.

The photo was passed up to the stage for identification!

“Um, this is our lead surgeon!”

“Is he on stage right now?”

Damn it, this isn’t following the script, weren’t the questions already sorted out? The experienced PR department head remained composed: “Yes, he’s sitting on the stage now.”

“Can we find out which doctor he is, the one known as ‘God’s Hands’ by his colleagues?” The female journalist cut straight to the point.

What now? The quick-witted PR manager immediately responded: “Please, our lead surgeon, wave hello to everyone!”

“Old Han, Old Han, wave to everyone.” Dean Sun nudged Old Han in the side.

Now was the time, of course, to push forward their figurehead, the shining star from Magic City Sixth Hospital, top-notch in the field of trauma orthopedics nationwide, Old Han. Pushing a young man forward wouldn’t be appropriate, what if he couldn’t handle the pressure from the journalists, that would make a mockery of the occasion.

“Yang Ping, stand up!” Old Han patted him on the waist.

What did that mean? Weren’t we just supposed to sit here? Why am I suddenly being thrown under the bus? Old Han, that’s not fair! Yang Ping felt embarrassed, but had no other choice than to stand up.

“Old Han, what are you doing? This young man, he lacks experience.” Dean Sun was furious.

Old Han whispered: “I’m over fifty, the young lad doesn’t even have a girlfriend, some exposure might help him solve some personal problems.”

“Wow, he’s so young!” Someone exclaimed.

“Hello! I would like to ask this doctor, at that very moment, with such a critical situation? Such a high-risk surgery? And all sorts of pressures arising, you must have had a lot of thoughts, could you share with us what your feelings were like at that moment?” The female journalist asked.

The room was a bit out of control, the head of the PR department looked around, this was not going according to script.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the answer.