Chapter 2 — After I Resigned, The Whole Hospital Was Paralyzed

Six o'clock the next morning. My biological clock still works exactly as usual. It's just that when I opened my eyes, outside the window was no longer the hospital's inpatient building, but the quiet garden under the apartment complex. The phone placed next to the pillow suddenly vibrated continuously. It was the Little King calling. As soon as I picked up the phone, his voice rang out in panic:

"Miss Tran! Something happened!"

The voice was kept very low, but still could not hide the tension.

"The first Whipple surgery today couldn't find a surgical option!"

I listened quietly.

"The computer in your office has been wiped clean, all documents are gone."

"Doctor Tu... no, Tu Khai said he doesn't need a plan, he knows what to do."

The other end of the line transmitted a series of chaotic sounds. It seemed like the nurses were arguing with Tu Khai.

"He didn't even know the patient had an extremely rare malformed portal vein branch!"

"When we reminded him, he scolded us for meddling in other people's affairs!"

Tieu Vuong's voice began to choke.

"Miss Tran, you are the one who evaluated this case before surgery. The risk is extremely high. You are not here, no one can restrain him!"

I calmly spoke up:

"Little King."

"You are no longer my intern now."

"I'm an official doctor."

"What you need to do now is write down everything you see."

"Exactly."

"Not missing any detail."

"Step by step surgery."

"Every order was given."

"Every reaction of those present."

"Do you understand?"

The other end of the line was silent. A few seconds later. Tieu Vuong responded in a completely different tone. Calmer. More mature.

"I understand, Miss Tran."

I hung up. Then go to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee. The phone rang very quickly again. This time it was a phone number from Beijing. I picked up the phone.

"Is that Tran Hy? The teacher is Truong Kinh Nghieu."

I paused for a moment. Truong Kinh Nghieu. One of the monuments of hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery in the country. He is also the teacher who has guided me for many years. The teacher's voice is still as bright as ever.

"I just got off the plane and am preparing to go to your hospital."

"Today is the Whipple shift you're in charge of, right?"

"I'll come over and stand in the operating room for you."

The so-called "standing in the operating room" in the teacher's words is not simply just coming to watch. It means wearing a surgical gown and standing directly in the operating room to support and direct at any time. That is a privilege that countless surgeons in the country only dare to dream of. But from then until now. It always belongs to me. Because I know. Only I can perfectly implement his pioneering surgical ideas. I was silent for a few seconds then said:

"I quit my job yesterday."

The other end of the line immediately fell silent. Then there was an angry shout. The teacher's voice became strict.

"What happened in the end?"

I smiled softly.

"It's nothing."

"It's just that I feel like I'm still inexperienced."

"So I want to go back and learn more."

I returned the verbatim words Liu Zhenhua said to him. People like Mr. Truong of course understand immediately.

"That Liu Zhenhua guy gets more confused the older he gets!"

He was so angry that he coughed continuously.

"Okay, I understand."

"If you're no longer there, the surgery I won't come again with this technique."

"I told my assistant to cancel the schedule immediately."

"Return directly to Beijing."

"Just rest for a few days first."

"Whenever you want to go to Beijing, find a teacher."

"At my side, there's always a place for you."

I smiled.

"Thank you, teacher."

After hanging up. I took a sip of coffee. The warm liquid slowly flows down to the stomach. The Department of General Surgery not only lost its navigation system for major surgery. But also lost the biggest support from the outside. I looked out the window at the blue sky. A good play. It's about to start. Ten o'clock in the morning. My phone rang again for the third time. The caller was Liu Zhenhua. His voice no longer had its usual calmness. Only anger remained, suppressed to the limit.

"Where are you?"

"Why did Academician Truong suddenly cancel his schedule?"

"What did you say to him?"

I calmly asked back:

"Director Liu."

"I quit my job."

"Perhaps I have no obligation to report to you the content of my private calls."

He choked. It took a while for a word to come out: Then he spoke again:

"What about the surgical plans on your computer?"

"Why did it all disappear?"

"Those are the results of my personal research and study notes."

"Not on hospital property."

"I quit my job. Is it wrong to bring my things with me?"

"This is professional kidnapping!"

His voice began to lose control.

"Without your plan, the surgery wouldn't have been possible?"

"I'll tell you."

"Today's Whipple song, Tu Khai will still complete it as usual!"

I curled my lips slightly.

"Then I wish the surgery a success."

I hung up the phone directly. Then drag his number to the block list. I understand very well. The moment Liu Zhenhua placed all his hopes on Tu Khai... That was the end of this disaster. It has been determined for a long time.