Surgery Godfather Chapter 337

Chapter 337: Chapter 0320 Stutter Xu

Yang Ping finished the surgery and returned to the department.

Dr. Xu Zhiliang, the Emergency Department doctor who had stopped Yu Shuilian's bleeding with his bare hands, was waiting for Yang Ping in the office. As soon as he saw Yang Ping return, he immediately stood up.

“Do-doc–tor Yang, it's an—honor to—assist you in surgery. My name is–Xu Zhiliang.”

The man spoke with a stutter; his speech was inconsistent, and it took a long time to finish a sentence. After speaking, his face turned red, purely out of embarrassment.

Xu Zhiliang was in his early thirties and was nicknamed stutter Xu. He was born with a stutter. But the weird thing about him was that whenever he had to perform emergency treatment, he could speak fluidly. But once the emergency was over, he would resume stuttering.

He graduated with a Ph.D. from Nandu Medical University. With his grades, he could have stayed at Fuer, but because of his stuttering and expressionless face, no one wanted him. With so much talent out there, nobody would keep a stutterer around.

With no other choice, Xu Zhiliang went looking for work. But he couldn't even pass the Human Resources Department's basic interview, let alone meet the department head. Once he showed his stuttering during an interview, people would straight out reject him, not even giving him the chance to meet the department head.

After being turned down multiple times, Xu Zhiliang saw that the Emergency Department at Sanbo Hospital had a vacancy. He went for an interview and luckily met Xiong Sihai. Xiong Sihai, being short of staff, was fine as long as the person could work. He valued experience over technical skills, so he kept Xu Zhiliang.

Stutter Xu did a good job, especially during major emergencies. He was efficient and would stop stuttering. He was decisive and almost appeared like a different person. Plus, he was willing to do whatever daunting tasks thrown his way as if he were an ox, working hard without any terms.

Moreover, he had a brave heart during critical times, like this patient, he dared to reach in and grip the aorta. He had done this reckless thing several times, scaring Xiong Sihai badly who had a conversation to be more cautious and not so aggressive.

Yang Ping wanted to talk to him because during the surgery, he noticed that a portion of Yu Shuilian's abdominal wound was not naturally formed. The edges were neat, clearly cut open by a surgical scalpel, so he wanted to confirm it with Xu.

During the surgery, Xu Zhiliang was observing. But Yang Ping was too focused on the procedure to ask him on the spot.

“Buddy, can you speak more fluently?” Zhang Lin patted him.

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Xu Zhiliang blushed and said, “No–can-not.”

No wonder no one accepted him, this guy's stutter could drive anyone to madness, especially those with a short temper, would be infuriated to the point of vomiting blood.

Yang Ping signaled Zhang Lin not to push him: “Xu Zhiliang, during the emergency treatment at the scene, did you extend the abdominal wound and then reach in with your bare hand to stop the bleeding?”

“Yes- it is!” Xu Zhiliang tried to speak fluently, but he couldn't.

Yang Ping gave him a thumbs up. This man had courage, unlike others who wouldn't even think of doing this, let alone dare to do it. He not only dared to reach in and pinch the aorta, but even extended the abdominal wound on the spot.

“Can we–chat on WeChat?” The stuttering was affecting the efficiency of their conversation, and Xu Zhiliang felt embarrassed, so he simply suggested chatting on WeChat.

He added Yang Ping on WeChat. Chatting through typing on WeChat was a lot smoother.

“I occluded it intermittently.” Xu Zhiliang typed very quickly on WeChat. Perhaps because of his stutter, he preferred this communication method.

“You are very familiar with abdominal anatomy and very brave.” Yang Ping praised him.

“Give me a piece of—paper.” Xu Zhiliang asked for a piece of paper from Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin handed him a piece of A4 paper. He drew an anatomy of the abdominal on it, which was very detailed and neat: “Dr.Yang–I don't want to stay in the Emergency Department–I want to come to Orthopedics, I was originally a Ph.D. in Orthopedics. Because others despise me, I went to the Emergency Department. I want to work under you. I will work very hard. I am stronger than many people. I will definitely satisfy you, except for my stutter—”

He managed to say this sentence smoothly, likely because he had practiced it many times.

This guy, even though he was stuttering and expressionless, his onsite emergency treatment for this patient is commendable. If not for his unconventional methods, there wouldn't have been a chance to bring the patient back to the hospital for treatment. This not only required extraordinary courage but also a solid knowledge foundation.

“Do you want to come to our Integrative Orthopedics?” Yang Ping asked him. Integrative Orthopedics was short of staff, and Director Han asked him to recruit. The batch of people he interviewed were all quite ordinary.

“Yes, I am stronger than many people. If you don't believe me, you can test me,” Xu Zhiliang was not humble at all.

Yang Ping laughed: “Alright, I will give you a three-month probation period. Go back to the Emergency Department first. I will speak with your director about transferring you. If you pass the probation period, you will stay in Integrative Orthopedics, otherwise, you will return to the Emergency Department.”

“Th nk you, I can't speak properly, so I don't like talking. I will definitely not disappoint you,” Xu Zhiliang thanked Yang Ping.

His purpose in coming to Yang Ping was to join Integrative Orthopedics. Now that Yang Ping agreed, he was so happy that he started smiling foolishly, and his words were much smoother.

“Big brother, he has a stutter and is wooden. Nobody wants him, and even his pants have holes. You still want him?” After Xu Zhiliang left, Zhang Lin reminded Yang Ping.”

However, Yang Ping felt that even though Xu Zhiliang had his issues, he was a rare talent. He was curious as to why he hadn't caught Director Han's eye. Yang Ping asked Zhang Lin, “Has Xu Zhiliang ever worked in Orthopedics? Isn't he a Ph.D. in Orthopedics?”

“No, many hospitals didn't want him, he couldn't find work, and he wasn't willing to go to smaller hospitals. Just when Emergency Department was short of staff, he came through that department's recruitment. Director Han doesn't even know about this guy,” Zhang Lin was more familiar with the hospital's affairs.

Usually, Xu Zhiliang was like an invisible man, only working and not speaking, so he didn't have much presence in the hospital. The only thing people remembered about him was that he could eat six or seven large steamed buns for breakfast.

Yang Ping contemplated. If this was the case, it made sense. If Xu Zhiliang had come to Orthopedics, Director Han would have at least given him a chance.

“Dr. Yang, he is an excellent surgeon. He is intelligent and brave, and his drawings are also very good,” Takahashi commented.

Yang Ping had an idea. To be able to draw the anatomy of the chest and abdomen so quickly, to calmly analyze during a crisis, take decisive action, dare to take responsibility, be brave, and have a meticulous heart, indeed showed that Xu Zhiliang was a talent. The Integrative Orthopedics department was short of staff, and it would be good to let him try.

Yang Ping immediately called Director Han to inform him about Xu Zhiliang. The Director didn't know about him, and had only heard that the Emergency Department had a good worker who stutters and didn't know he originally specialized in Orthopedics.

“I will talk to Xiong Sihai about this. I will definitely get him for you,” Director Han assured.

Director Han knew that whoever caught Yang Ping's attention must have been exceptional.

Song Zimo stayed by the trauma ICU the whole time.

The next day, Shuilian was finally able to have her breathing tube removed, and so was no longer in need of a ventilator. Fortunately, her liver and kidney functionality had not been notably impaired.

Shuilian slowly woke up and instinctively wanted to move about, but she was tethered with tubes all over her body. Her hands fumbled around in a frenzy as she called out: “Liangliang, Liangliang–

Fearing that she would pull out the drainage tube, a pair of nurses each held down one of her hands.

Liangliang was the nickname of Shuilian's son. Upon hearing no response to her call, she awoke from her nightmarish stupor: “Liangliang–

“You've been injured and are now in a hospital ward. Your son is safe, don't worry,” the nurse comforted her, urging her to calm down and not to struggle.

But Shuilian wouldn't obey, forcefully trying to break free from the nurses' restraint.

“Dr. Song, Dr. Song–”

Song Zimo was at the nurse's station, reviewing the latest blood test results, only to sprint back at the nurses' call.

“Liangliang!” She disregarded everything else, simply repeating her son's name on and on.

“Your son is fine. You were injured and are now in the hospital.” Song Zimo reassured her, dialed her husband's number, and explained several things to him.

He then set the phone to speaker and put it in front of Shuilian. From it, the sound of their son came, “Mom, Mom, are you awake yet?”

The woman didn't respond but just listened. Her eyes gazed at the doctors and nurses around her, and then she stopped struggling, “Liangliang–

No longer resisting any more, Shuilian calmed down, and Dr. Song hung up the call. “They are waiting for you to come home. Take good care of yourself.”

The woman gasped for air, appearing exhausted, and soon fell asleep again. Seeing that her blood pressure and oxygen levels were normal, Song Zimo felt relieved. He instructed the nurses to keep a close watch and returned to reviewing the lab results.

“Dr. Song, was that the Japanese guy who helped you carry the patient?” Dr. Meng casually struck up a conversation with Song Zimo.

Song Zimo was usually rather frosty to people, often giving off an indifferent appearance, “Yes.”

Dr. Meng understood that this was just his temperament; he wasn't really unapproachable.

“He is Takahashi Fumiya, the internationally renowned trauma surgeon?” Dr. Meng was puzzled. An esteemed professor had helped carry a patient – to what extent had orthopedics grown?

Young Master Song was the hospital's number one prodigy. At such a young age, he was capable of being the Chief Surgeon in so many operations. He was a legend in the hospital. Who would have thought a newcomer such as Yang Ping would appear, even more formidable than Song Zimo? The orthopedic department seemed to be full of exceptional talents, one after another.

Dr. Meng thought back to when Yang Ping first arrived. When they first met, Yang Ping was a junior doctor who led them in performing surgery on an HIV patient. Now, he was the head of a department, with not only Song Zimo but also internationally renowned professors coming to further their studies under his guidance.

Comparisons are odious! Dr. Meng shook his head and went about his business.

“Dr. Song!”

A call from a nurse came from Shuilian's ward again. Through the glass, Yang Ping saw two nurses holding her down.

ICU patients were each given individual rooms, with one nurse assigned to a patient providing 24-hour care. Song Zimo and Dr. Meng rushed over immediately as they saw Shuilian furiously squirming and attempting to pull out tubes from her body.

“Let me die, don't stop me, let me die–” She wept loudly.

When Shuilian woke up the second time, she was still somewhat disoriented. After adjusting her emotions somewhat, she realized she could no longer feel anything in the lower half of her body. Initially, she assumed she had become half paralyzed. When the nurse was not paying attention, she reached down to touch her lower body and was terrified to find nothing there. She frantically tossed aside the blanket and propped herself up to see that her lower body was missing. She felt like she had been thrown into ice-cold water.

It was like a bolt from the blue. Shuilian trembled violently; her whole body went ice-cold. Looking at the missing half of her body, she was overwhelmed by a sense of absolute despair. The medical treatments she would need would undoubtedly cost a fortune; she would no longer be capable of taking care of herself and would become a burden on her family.

Continuing to live would inflict great pain on her husband and her family. Unable to accept her situation and in disbelief, she started entertaining thoughts of suicide. She resisted treatment and attempted to pull out all the tubes attached to her body. Seeing her like this, the two nurses were shocked and immediately restrained her arms.

“Enough, your son is waiting for you to come home. Although you've lost half of your body, as long as you're alive, there's still hope. Think about those who don't even have a chance to live. Think about your son, who won't have breakfast before school without you, who will be bullied at school, whose clothes will be unwashed for days–”

As Song Zimo helped restrain her, he spoke loudly to her. Shuilian cried in devastation but stopped struggling, her face covered in tears.

Anyone in a similar predicament would find it difficult to come to terms with, demanding a process of adaptation. Song Zimo had seen many such cases, particularly in oncology, where patients had chosen suicide immediately after being diagnosed with late-stage cancer, with some even jumping off the hospital building.

Sometimes, to live required a certain kind of bravery.

Having just come off the ventilator and being physically weak after the operation, Shuilian was already gasping for breath after just a few moments of struggling. Soaked in sweat, she burst into silent tears as Song Zimo mentioned her husband and son. She was in the utmost distress. While alive, she would be a burden to her family, but if she died, she couldn't bear to leave her husband and son.

Especially her son – if he were to lose his mother, he would be left all alone and wouldn't even have hot meals anymore. She couldn't bear the thought, and the pain in her heart was devastating, making her grieve to the point of heartbreak. But there was nothing she could do; she could only struggle with the harsh reality in front of her.

“There, there. You need to live on, for your son. We will figure out everything else later.”

There always will be a concern in lives to worry about. Grasping this concern and counseling around it often gives better results.

Chapter end

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