Surgery Godfather-Chapter 270 - 0254 Nianfeng Bar
Chapter 270: Chapter 0254 Nianfeng Bar
Fang Xiaoyun’s post-surgery symptoms of nerve damage in both lower limbs, due to spinal cord edema, began to worsen. Originally at a muscle strength level of four, she was now at level three and could only lift her leg; she could not resist any force, not even slightly.
Fang Xiaoyun’s mother had been lingering around the hospital for the past few days, always trying to find an opportunity to probe into the situation. She wasn’t concerned about her daughter’s illness, but she couldn’t leave until she got her hands on the money, could she?
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In the past, every payday, Fang Xiaoyun would keep a small portion of her salary and send most of it to her mother’s account. This time, however, because she needed to undergo surgery, she had no money to send back. She explained to her family that she was hospitalized at Sanbo Hospital and was about to have surgery.
Despite this, her family was incessantly pestering her over the phone, telling Fang Xiaoyun not to waste money. They suggested that she instead find a local doctor to treat her illness as it would save a lot of money. But Fang Xiaoyun knew that seeking treatment from a local doctor for this illness could potentially ruin her life.
Since Fang Xiaoyun had not sent any money, her mother came all the way from their hometown to Sanbo Hospital. She found out which department Fang Xiaoyun was hospitalized in, stormed into her ward, and scolded her, demanding that Fang Xiaoyun give her the money.
The shrew had been lingering around the hospital for several days. The deposit on her son’s house was paid, and the down payment was due soon. Without the money in hand, how could she possibly leave?
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The down payment required 120,000, and almost 180,000 was needed for the interior decoration and appliances. Altogether, it would take about 300,000 to get everything in order. What good is 20,000? When it comes to money, it’s like squeezing toothpaste—you have to squeeze it to get it out.
She suspected that her daughter had been keeping a stash of money every month and did not give it all to the family. After being out for so many years, a couple of tens of thousands a year, she should have saved one to two hundred thousand, right? This time, it must be squeezed out.
However, this mother, since coming to the hospital, has never once taken the time to understand her daughter’s condition. Every conversation solely revolves around money. Fang Xiaoyun was nearly being driven crazy.
Fang Xiaoyun’s close friend gave her mother 20,000 and told her to get lost, never to return. If she dared to return in the future, she wouldn’t give her a cent.
Get lost—would it be that easy? The daughter she raised was like a hen that lays eggs. Now that the hen was grown, it was time to collect the eggs. It was said that she earns several thousand a month, even over ten thousand at best. This was a hen that lays golden eggs.
She had no choice, since she couldn’t enter the hospital. The last time the security guards had threatened to apprehend her as a lunatic, which left her terrified. She was afraid of being detained if she entered the hospital and being sent to a mental hospital. She would be helpless and unheard.
The shrew stared at the hospital inpatient building, thinking about how to get in. If she didn’t get the money, she definitely could not go back.
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In one week, half the wards in the Orthopedics Department were packed—with forty-five beds, now twenty-three patients were admitted.
Unless it was very special, Yang Ping would be the Chief Surgeon himself. For ordinary surgeries, Song Zimo was the Chief Surgeon, as he watched from below the stage.
No matter how high the talent, cases still needed to be fed. Surgeons were raised from apprenticeship.
Song Zimo caught on quickly, had a solid foundation, was naturally fast on the uptake, and, whether it was any operation, he would perfect it after performing it once, becoming extremely proficient and seasoned after performing a few more.
With such a competent assistant under his wing, Yang Ping’s future was going to be a lot easier. Even Yang Ping had to admit that Director Han had an excellent discerning eye.
This guy was hard to believe that he used to be faint-hearted. Other tutors didn’t even want him and persuaded Song Zimo to adjust to internal medicine. Fainting at the sight of blood and still wanting to do surgery was the same as a target shooter with weak vision, or a colorblind person desperately wanting to be a traffic policeman, right?
But Director Han trained him well, overcoming even stubborn fainting spells. Song Zimo felt that there was no obstacle he couldn’t overcome, and the path to becoming a surgeon was extremely broad and clear.
Yang Ping, on the other hand, had come a long way, primarily on his own merit, through inhuman training in the system space.
But, without Director Han’s recognition and protection, without the opportunities and guidance provided by him, Yang Ping wouldn’t have had such a smooth journey. Many talents ended up buried.
After a busy week, everyone in the comprehensive orthopedic department was out—a rare occasion, no emergency surgeries, nothing to worry about at night.
What’s more, Director Han was on duty. Everyone was originally discussing who should stay and guard the hospital. Zhang Lin and Little Five even made a draw for it.
Director Han came in and said: “You all go out and play, I’ll be on duty.”
Director Han was on duty with an intern; everyone else went out to play. Yang Ping felt uncomfortable: “Director, we should leave someone on duty. How can we let you be on duty alone? ”
“It’s just one night, no big deal. What? You think I can’t handle it? Don’t dilly-dally. There’s no emergency. What could happen at night? A patient is in pain, prescribe some painkillers; someone can’t sleep, give them a sleep aid. These are minor issues. Go ahead, it’s a rare opportunity for you all to go and enjoy yourselves.”
Director Han waved his hand, urging everyone not to waste time.
On Saturday night, the comprehensive orthopedics team from Sanbo Hospital set off for a bar in the city— Nianfeng.
Interesting name, Nianfeng. Is it referring to a specific mountain peak? Mount Everest? Maybe the owner is a mountain climbing enthusiast.
This bar is a newly established part of the Asia TOP 50 bars this year. It is quite well-known, but everyone’s usually too busy with surgeries to have visited.
An Asia TOP 50 bar located in G City. Everyone has heard of the Ice Room in front of the temple, but hasn’t heard of Nianfeng. Maybe we are out of trend.
We spend all our time in the ward and operating room. Stepping out feels like being exposed to the sunlight again. The sun is a little dazzling, especially for the standardized training students, who look a little better after some exposure to the sun.
Parking is difficult in the city on weekends. At last, we found a parking space in the basement of a nearby hotel.
Little Five made a reservation in advance. If we had come without one, we wouldn’t have gotten a seat.
The bar is a roadside old villa with three floors. Simple as it looks from the outside, it’s always crowded with customers. Many people are still wandering around outside.
The reserved table wasn’t in a great spot, but just having a seat was already good. Everyone sat down together.
Jazz music ‘BRAZIL,’ a soothing version, was playing in the bar, making it a compelling atmosphere.
A handsome waiter came over, bowed slightly: “What would you like to order?”
“Fatty, order some food!” Zhang Lin handed the menu to Fatty.
The food connoisseur among us stepped up to the plate at this moment.
“Since we’re off work today, shall we order something with low alcohol?” suggested Fatty.
Zhang Lin was eager to try. As northeastern men, it’s normal to drink. Coming to a bar and not drinking, but having a glass of fruit juice? That’s just not right. It would disrupt social harmony.
“Senior Brother, what do you think? Can we break our alcohol abstinence today?” Zhang Lin trod on Little Five’s foot hopefully.
Little Five realized immediately: “Yeah, we haven’t drunk for a long time, how about a little taste—”
Yang Ping, seeing their eagerness to relax, considered that an occasional indulgence might not be a bad thing, to ease the pressure of constantly being on edge.
“Let’s be casual today. Those who want to drink can drink, and those who want beverages can have beverages. No forcing, no restricting, do as you wish—” Yang Ping set the tone.
Everyone cheered. Fatty perked up and started ordering: “I heard your bartender is from Italy? What’s the best cocktail here?”
“Our signature cocktail is Love of the Peak!” said the waiter.
“Wait, that doesn’t sound Italian,” Fatty showed off his expertise.
The waiter quickly clarified: “Love of the Peak is a creation of our boss. You might want to choose something else, as only our boss can make it, and she does not do that routinely. Early Spring in Milan is a masterpiece by our Italian bartender you mentioned.”
“Fine, bring some of it!”
Fatty pointed here and there, ordering for Zhang Lin, Little Five, and himself.
“Who else? Raise your hand. You can keep your false courtesy to yourself.” Fatty spared no words. Who hesitates when ordering alcohol?
A standardized training student raised his hand: “Me!”
“Four Early Spring in Milans! Others who want juice drinks, order by your name—, let me see the snacks!”
Fatty, quick-eyed and nimble-handed, ordered a great deal all at once.
