Surgery Godfather

"Wen Ruzheng is our brother; he's a man, after all. Just think of it as helping out a brother in need." Tang Shun encouraged Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin hesitantly said, "Alright, just this once, and never again. But Zhang Huijie has already told Director Zhao and Dean Xia that she really likes Wen Ruzheng. If I spread this news, it's going to conflict with that information."

"Who knows what's true and what's not? Everyone's just having some fun. Besides, the goal is to let Zhang Huijie hear this. A princess will only listen to what she wants, remember what she likes, and ignore or quickly forget what she doesn't."

"Doctor Tang is still Doctor Tang." Little Five gave a thumbs up.

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Sure enough, Zhang Huijie stopped making a fuss, and everything calmed down. Tang Shun had accurately gauged her mindset; how could a princess lower herself? Occasionally doing so was just a momentary lapse.

Zhang Huijie found Wen Ruzheng to apologize, leaving Wen Ruzheng confused about what was happening. It wasn't long ago that there was a big commotion, and now she's apologizing. None of the doctors in the Pathology Department understood what was going on.

Director Zhao from the Medical Services Office was anxious and asked his assistant, "Zhang Huijie hasn't shown up?"

The assistant said, "She hasn't shown."

"Did she come to her senses?" Director Zhao was baffled again. The thoughts of young people are really different; these older folks can't understand it. Yesterday she was crying, and today everything is calm as a lake.

"There's a rumor in the hospital that Wen Ruzheng knows his place, realizing the gap between him and Zhang Huijie's ideal boyfriend is too big, so he can only retreat to a more suitable position. They also say Zhang Huijie is both talented and beautiful, very intellectual and graceful. Not just at Sanbo Hospital, but in the entire medical field, she's a rare beauty and talented woman. With such good conditions, how could Wen Ruzheng possibly aim for her?" the assistant said.

Director Zhao was completely lost, frowning, "They're saying Zhang Huijie is talented and beautiful?"

"That's what the rumor in the hospital says. It's unclear who released such detailed news," the assistant said, still well-informed about the hospital's gossip.

"Zhang Huijie is alright, isn't she? Did she come to work today? She's so silent and without a peep; it's making me uneasy." Director Zhao felt a bit worried. As the Director of the Medical Services Office, if a doctor experiences psychological issues, he must intervene and get a psychiatrist involved promptly.

"The Head Nurse from the Oncology Department said Zhang Huijie is in excellent condition today, without any abnormalities," the assistant replied.

"Really?" Director Zhao was skeptical.

He picked up the phone and called the Director and Head Nurse of the Oncology Department to inquire about Zhang Huijie's situation, ensuring she wasn't having personal issues that led down a dead end or doing anything silly.

But the response instantly relieved his anxiety. Not only was she fine, but she seemed quite happy, even happier than usual.

It seems the issue truly has passed.

"What's the hospital saying?" Director Zhao also wanted to hear more gossip.

The assistant forced a smile and said, "Also saying... also saying... Wen Ruzheng is like a toad wanting to eat swan meat..."

"Who's spreading such rumors?" Director Zhao felt uneasy all over. Who would spread rumors about Wen Ruzheng? He was already unlucky enough in this matter, and now there's slander against him.

But as long as the matter is settled, it's fine. Anyway, Wen Ruzheng has thick skin, Director Zhao thought.

Director Zhao couldn't comprehend how the issue settled down just like that, and Zhang Huijie stopped making a fuss. It's quite strange.

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Zhang Lin loved spreading exclusive information. Once again, he had the chance to spread some inside news, so he spared no effort to display his talent.

"That's enough. The department is so busy. Stop running around the hospital with a consultation slip. Is this consultation done yet?" Song Zimo asked Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin looked at the consultation slip in his hand. Damn, he was so busy chatting that he forgot the consultation was real. "I'll go right now!"

"Forget it––I'll go––don't go again––run around, you'll end up taking two hours," Xu Zhiliang, who was dissatisfied with him, stood up and took the consultation slip from his hand.

Zhang Lin and Xu Zhiliang were in the same medical team, with Xu Zhiliang being his superior. Zhang Lin was often scolded by Xu Zhi without daring to talk back.

"Take the students––go––check––the surgery patients today," Xu Zhiliang said and left.

"Have the preliminary checks for the experiment at the International Medical Center over there been completed?" Yang Ping asked Song Zimo.

Song Zimo said, "Not entirely finished yet; there are some postprandial blood tests scheduled for the afternoon."

"Well, if there are no contraindications, arrange for the experimental treatment soon," Yang Ping instructed Song Zimo.

Inspired by the K Virus Therapy, Yang Ping now had new ideas using adenovirus as a container to inject functional factors inside, establishing a release mechanism to release appropriate factors at appropriate times.

This is much better than transforming adenovirus into various mini therapeutic units by carrying functional factors. Due to the simple structure of adenovirus, it's not suitable for complex transformations. However, by attaching recognition factors to the adenovirus's exterior and hiding other factors inside, more complex functions can be achieved.

Therefore, the next generation of K Virus will be developed following this approach. Of course, it's just a development direction that doesn't conflict with the original concept.

Adams was included in the pilot experiment. This type of clinical trial is conducted under special circumstances, often when the patient has no other treatment options and the experimental method might be the only effective solution.

At such times, the life-saving principle takes precedence over everything. As long as the patient is willing, the experimental method can be directly used for clinical treatment.

Adams was the type that met these conditions. However, this type of volunteer must come forward themselves; typically, they aren't actively sought out, and at most, a recruitment announcement is published.

In the current situation, there's no need to publish an announcement. The cases introduced by everyone are more than enough to handle.

These days, Adams looked like a changed man. His sallow face had gained some color, speaking with more energy, and his eyes showed more spirit than before.

Even his wife noticed the change in Adams. The treatment hadn't started yet, but his overall state seemed better than before.

Hope is crucial for a person; only with hope can one persevere. A spirit devoid of hope is a terrible mindset.

"When will it be my turn to participate in the experiment?"

Adams asked the nurse drawing his blood.

"We have to wait for the news from the Institute," the nurse told him.

He couldn't wait any longer; he had read Yang Ping's English paper dozens of times, almost able to recite it.

Using adenovirus as a template, attaching special factors to transform it into magical microbial drugs capable of killing tumor cells.

The idea is truly imaginative, seeming so sci-fi to Adams, himself a professor with higher understanding capabilities. The more he read about it, the more fascinated he became.

He was eager to know what this new therapy was really like. Unable to restrain his imagination, he envisioned: it must be in a sci-fi room, lying on a sci-fi experimental bed while doctors in protective suits inject bizarre green liquid into his body.

"Have you seen K treatment? Isn't it exciting, a very sci-fi scene?" Adams couldn't help ask.

The nurse drew the last tube of blood and said, "I haven't seen it either."

What a pity, Adams continued his various fantasies. According to a sci-fi movie's tone, the potion must be green, surely lying on a super sci-fi electric experimental bed with many robotic arms inserting into his blood vessels. Then, lots of green liquid would be injected into the vessels, triggering dramatic reactions like in movies, with bulging veins and green liquid flowing throughout the body. So, before the experiment, his limbs must be secured so he can't move.

He thought it was something both sci-fi and thrilling, pondering whether injecting this biological agent would unexpectedly trigger some genetic changes, turning him into a superhero like Captain America or the Hulk.

How exciting, Adams was quite pleased with his imagination.