MMB Chapter 1448 Director Mu's Shock
Chapter 1448 Director Mu's Shock
After Chen Jun's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor leading to the surgical preparation area, and the heavy automatic door closed silently, Dr. Li Yiming, who had been suppressing his emotions for a long time, suddenly turned his head, his face a mixture of shock, confusion, and a hint of offended anger.
He quickened his pace, approaching the hospital director. His voice was low, but it couldn't hide the urgency in it: "Director, what... what's going on? You just let him in like that? This is completely against regulations! Even if... even if he's a top surgeon from another hospital, even an academician, according to procedure, he must first report his qualifications and undergo consultation. How could he just walk into our operating room like that, especially to perform surgery on a relative? What if something goes wrong? Who will be responsible? What about our hospital's reputation?"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his face turned slightly red.
As an expert who had returned from a top-tier overseas medical school and was hired at a high salary, he had always regarded rules and procedures as an inviolable part of medicine. What he was seeing before him completely overturned all his understanding.
The dean slowly turned around, his face still bearing the solemnity and seriousness he had shown when facing Chen Jun, now adding a touch of depth.
He didn't answer immediately, but instead looked deeply at Li Yiming with those eyes that had seen countless life and death. His gaze contained warning, helplessness, and a complex emotion that Li Yiming couldn't fully comprehend.
After a long pause, the hospital director spoke in a lower, deeper voice than Li Yiming: "Dr. Li, there are some things I can't explain to you clearly. You just need to know that this person's identity... is extraordinary. His rank and authority far exceed the scope that our hospital, or even the ordinary medical system, can discuss or restrict. You have no right to inquire, and you shouldn't inquire. Just pretend that he never came, that you never met him, understand?"
These words did not quell Li Yiming's confusion; instead, they seemed to have thrown an even bigger stone into his heart. "Identity? Even if he has a powerful background, this is a hospital! This is an operating table! Human lives are at stake, Dean! How can he use the safety of patients and the reputation of the hospital to... exercise such privileges?" He almost blurted out the word "child's play," but he managed to hold it back, though his disapproval was almost overflowing.
"Doesn't he need an assistant?" The dean's tone suddenly hardened, interrupting him without room for argument. "You, and Director Mu who's coming soon, you two go in and assist him. Your task is to familiarize yourself with the patient's condition and provide data support as needed. Director Mu is experienced; in case... I mean, in case there's any sign that things are going wrong, rely on Director Mu's judgment. If necessary, he can take over. But—" The dean paused deliberately, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed on Li Yiming's face, "Remember what I'm about to say: regarding this General Chen, in the operating room, you can only execute any of his orders, cooperate unconditionally, absolutely do not question, and even less should you disobey in any way. This is not a discussion, it's an order. Otherwise... the consequences are not something you, or even I, can bear. Some boundaries, once crossed, will leave no one knowing how you die."
The dean spoke those last words very softly, yet they carried a chill that seeped into his bones, causing Li Yiming to involuntarily shiver. Looking at the dean's serious, almost stern face, he knew this was no exaggeration.
A tremendous sense of absurdity and powerlessness gripped him. He opened his mouth, but found his throat dry, unable to utter a single word of rebuttal, only managing a low groan: "This...this fucking...you can't treat people like this..."
His mind was in turmoil, filled with anger at the trampling of rules and an instinctive fear of the "consequences" the dean had spoken of. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure rushing towards him at the end of the corridor, the hem of his white coat billowing with each stride—it was none other than Director Mu Weimin, known for his outspoken and fiery temper and exceptional medical skills. Li Yiming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Good, let this fearless old director argue with the dean; perhaps there was still a chance for things to turn around.
At that moment, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, the explosive news that "the patient's family member personally performed the surgery, with special approval from the hospital director, and two top experts, Director Mu and Dr. Li, as assistants" spread at an astonishing speed to every corner of the hospital. From the surgical nurses' station to the internal medicine doctors' offices, from the cafeteria to the rest area, everyone who heard the news was immediately incredulous.
"Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of April Fool's Day special? A patient's family member undergoing surgery? Even a screenwriter wouldn't dare write something like that!"
"This is absurd! This is completely contrary to the law! Where are the hospital's regulations and the rigor of the surgery? I can understand the family's feelings, but isn't this just ridiculous?"
"I heard the patient has late-stage pancreatic cancer that has metastasized to multiple sites. Even if you bring in the top international team, the success rate is extremely low. And a family member... actually claims they can cure it? And the hospital director believed them? Has the world gone mad?"
To be honest, this news shocked the entire hospital, from senior experts to interns, from administrative staff to support staff. Working in a hospital, I've seen my fair share of life and death, strange and unusual events, and I've even heard of extreme cases where desperate patients took matters into their own hands. But something like this—a family openly using the hospital's operating room, utilizing hospital resources, and even having the hospital's top experts assist them—was simply unheard of and exceeded everyone's wildest imaginations.
What's even more astonishing is that the assistants assigned to them are none other than the rehired, authoritative Director Mu and Dr. Li Yiming, who has returned from overseas! Who is Director Mu? He's the pillar of the hospital's surgery department, a surgeon who has saved countless critically ill patients, highly respected and even the hospital director treats him with deference. Such a figure, assigned to be an assistant to a "patient's family member"? This goes beyond "outrageous"; it's practically an "insult" to medical authority.
"Dean! What exactly do you mean? You're assigning me to be an assistant to a patient's family member? Are you senile, or am I deaf?!" His voice preceded his arrival. The gray-haired, lean Director Mu had already stormed up to the dean, his face ashen, his chest heaving slightly—clearly, he was furious. As a veteran of the hospital and a rehired senior expert, he possessed his pride and confidence. Even facing the dean, he dared to speak his mind, and at worst, he would slam his fist on the table and leave—he didn't care about such an insult! But today's matter was more than just a matter of personal face; it had crossed the line he had upheld for decades in his medical practice.
The dean seemed to have anticipated Director Mu's reaction. He wasn't intimidated by the other's anger. Instead, he stepped forward, met Director Mu's furious gaze, and asked in an unusually calm tone, "Director Mu, please don't be hasty. You've met this person before. Chen Jun, General Chen. Do you remember? Many years ago, when he was just a soldier, he was brought to us several times with serious injuries, and you were the surgeon in each case. You said more than once that he was the soldier with the strongest willpower you had ever seen in your medical career."
"Chen Jun?" Upon hearing this name, Mu Weimin, his anger blazing, froze for a moment, then was replaced by a mixture of recollection and surprise. The floodgates of his long-dormant memory opened, and the image of a young soldier—pale-faced yet resolute in his eyes, enduring wound cleaning and even cooperating with simple procedures without anesthesia—clearly emerged. That young man had left a profound impression on him, not just his iron will, but also his almost intuitive understanding of trauma and human instincts. He had even half-jokingly, half-seriously told his former colleagues, "If that kid took off his uniform and put on a white coat, with his drive and comprehension, his medical skills would be no less than mine."
"You mean... that border guard Chen Jun?" Director Mu's tone softened considerably, but was immediately replaced by a new question, "He... he's back? Wait, you said he's going to perform surgery on his father-in-law? And it's late-stage pancreatic cancer? This..." He frowned, the news was too abrupt.
“It’s him.” The dean nodded affirmatively, then emphasized, “However, Elder Mu, you can’t call him Little Chen or the border guard anymore. His current status is a general, a lieutenant general, understand? General Chen.”
"A general?!" Even the seasoned Director Mu couldn't help but gasp, his eyes widening in astonishment. He knew, of course, that the young man was no ordinary person with limitless potential, but how could it have been only a few years? Less than three years at most? And he had already... reached the pinnacle of his military career? This speed of promotion was simply unbelievable! In his shock, he suddenly realized that for a general to resort to such unconventional methods, and for the dean to be so wary and cooperative, the matter was probably far more complex than just "treating an illness."
"And..." Seeing that Director Mu had calmed down, the dean leaned closer, almost whispering in Director Mu's ear, and said something quickly and solemnly in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear. Li Yiming, standing beside him, strained his ears, but could only catch a few muffled whispers, unable to make out the content at all. He only saw that, with the dean's whisper, the expression on Director Mu's face changed drastically, from surprise to solemnity, and then to an almost horrified disbelief. His mouth unconsciously opened slightly, and he seemed about to say something several times but swallowed it back, finally turning into a few rapid breaths.
No one knows exactly what the dean revealed, but those few words clearly contained information of such importance that it was enough to shake even a seasoned veteran like Director Mu to his core.
"Awesome... Absolutely awesome..." Director Mu muttered to himself, shaking his head. The anger on his face had vanished without a trace, replaced by a complex expression that mixed shock, curiosity, and a hint of excitement. "I've seen it all in my life... Alright, alright! I'll take this assistant position! I'll go in now!"
He seemed to be instantly injected with energy, his eyes lit up, and without saying another word, he turned around and strode quickly toward the locker room next door, his movements so nimble that he didn't seem like an old man at all.
The dean then turned to the still bewildered Li Yiming, his tone regaining its usual authority: "What are you still standing there for? Aren't you the patient's attending physician? You know the patient's current condition and all the data best. Go in now! Remember my words: observe more, listen more, speak less, and don't do anything. Do whatever General Chen tells you to do, understand? With an experienced pillar like Director Mu watching over things, what do you have to worry about?"
Despite this, Li Yiming was still filled with anxiety. He sighed helplessly and resignedly walked towards the changing room. Even now, deep down, he stubbornly believed that General Chen was likely just "putting on airs" or using his supreme status to forcefully push things forward.
The one who actually performed the surgery was probably Director Mu, who was appointed to the position in a time of crisis. The so-called "chief surgeon" was perhaps just a nominal title.
Inside the operating room, the operating lights emitted a cold, focused artificial white light, illuminating the operating table in minute detail. The air was filled with the distinctive, pungent smell of disinfectant, and the regular, soft ticking and humming of various monitoring instruments formed the unique background noise of the operating room.
The patient had been anesthetized and was lying quietly on the operating table, covered with a sterile green sheet, with only the abdominal area that needed surgery exposed.
The anesthesiologist stood by the equipment, his eyes frequently scanning the waveforms and data on the screen, his expression focused.
He couldn't help but secretly peek at Chen Jun, who was already dressed in surgical gown, mask, and cap—the legendary "family member surgeon."
At this moment, Director Mu and Li Yiming also changed their clothes, disinfected themselves, and walked in. As soon as Director Mu entered, his gaze immediately fell on Chen Jun.
After not seeing him for several years, Chen Jun has changed dramatically.
The young man who once possessed a fierce spirit and burning eyes is gone, replaced by a calm and composed demeanor. Even when he stands quietly preparing equipment, he exudes an imposing aura.
His eyes, peeking out from above the sterile mask, were still bright, yet much deeper, occasionally carrying an invisible sense of pressure born from long-held positions of power and the ability to make life-or-death decisions. Only when he looked deep into those eyes at his loved ones on the operating table would a faint, forcibly suppressed emotion be revealed.