On the morning of August 18, the fully prepared Zhujia Port Community Clinic officially opened!

Luo Shanshan hosted a small opening ceremony. Among those present to celebrate were two leaders from the health bureau, a local government leader, and more so the local residents.

An Kexin also personally came to celebrate the clinic's opening.

After the brief opening ceremony, Luo Shanshan led the guests to tour the well-equipped and newly decorated clinic.

An Kexin and Lin Jie lagged behind the crowd!

"It's just the opening of a small community clinic, yet the health bureau and local government leaders are here to celebrate. This Luo boss must have some deep connections!"

Lin Jie smiled lightly and said, "You're familiar with the facilities here. Calling it a community clinic doesn't quite fit; it qualifies more as a small hospital. It's just that Luo Shanshan doesn't have the qualifications yet, so it can only bear the title of a clinic."

Speaking of this, Lin Jie found it amusing!

Although Luo Shanshan's medical practitioner qualification exam was over, she still had to wait several months to get the results and obtain the certificate!

Even after getting the certificate, to open her clinic, according to national regulations, she needs five years of clinical work experience in a formal medical institution.

In such a situation, Luo Shanshan found a countermeasure.

She hired the over-forty-year-old village doctor Zhu Heping, originally stationed in Zhu Family Town, to serve as the chief physician of the new clinic.

Not to mention Lin Jie's own medical skills, even Luo Shanshan's are far beyond Zhu Heping, who can only treat colds and fevers.

Yet, under the constraints of the current reality, Lin Jie isn't qualified to practice medicine, and Luo Shanshan must work under Zhu Heping's guidance to diagnose and treat patients.

Luo Shanshan jokingly told Lin Jie that with their skills, merely treating colds and fevers is a waste of talent. Such minor ailments should be handled by Zhu Heping!

If Zhu Heping can't treat it, it's passed to her; if she can't handle it, it's passed to Lin Jie. This three-level diagnosis system is clearly defined and reasonably distributed.

"No rules, no square circle; it's something we can't help!"

Knowing some inside information, An Kexin also sighed and asked in a low voice, "Lin Jie, have you seen my father's latest CT scans? Are there any new changes?"

Lin Jie softly said, "The growth rate of Uncle An's brain tumor is still within a controllable plan. I have an idea, so you don't need to worry too much."

After the tour came the luncheon.

Being by the sea, the luncheon naturally featured a variety of seafood.

Luo Shanshan, who had prepared in advance, arranged for a large number of fresh ingredients, and the chef was a master cook invited from the city. The table full of tantalizing seafood left the guests satisfied.

Transformed into a Taotie, Lin Jie indulged in the feast and overate a bit!

He went to the third-floor office to do some relaxing exercises to aid digestion.

This office was for Lin Jie's use. It was a suite, with large floor-to-ceiling windows in both rooms, offering a view of the sea.

The outer room was a workspace, the inner room a bedroom for resting, and there was a bathroom complete with both a shower and a bathtub.

The room was also equipped with a water dispenser, microwave, refrigerator, air conditioning, computer, and other complete work equipment and household appliances. Naturally, it also had some medical equipment needed for diagnosis and treatment.

It can be said that the working conditions Luo Shanshan provided for Lin Jie were rather comfortable.

At this moment, soft footsteps came from the door. Lin Jie turned to see Zhang Daya entering with a pot of tea!

Zhang Daya, who couldn't speak, was from "Zhang Family Seafood" and had received nursing training. She was now a nurse at the clinic!

Besides her, there was a male nurse named Zhu Qiang, who also worked as an ambulance driver, an elder named Zhu Dama responsible for the clinic's sanitation, plus Luo Shanshan, Zhu Heping, and Lin Jie. This was all the staff the clinic had at present.

"Thank you!"

Lin Jie took the cup of black tea poured by Zhang Daya, thanked her, and then, an idea occurring to him, said, "Zhang Daya, don't leave yet. Let me check your throat!"

He put on a medical LED headlamp, had Zhang Daya lie back on the examination chair, tilt her head back as much as possible, then used a tongue depressor to hold down her tongue, and looked at her throat,

What Lin Jie saw could be described as a mess.

Zhang Daya's throat had numerous scars formed after healing, and the vocal cords were damaged beyond recognition, torn into several strips of flesh, with many parts missing.

After the examination, Lin Jie had a clear idea.

Although difficult, Zhang Daya's vocal cord repair surgery wasn't impossible. It just required particular care and patience!

And for a neurosurgeon, patience and meticulousness are qualities he does not lack!

Lin Jie wanted to perform this surgery.

He confidently made a promise to An Weize and An Kexin.

He assured them he had the capability to perform An Weize's brain tumor surgery well, and the outcome would be at least several times better than Hu Yuanqing's, promising, barring any complications, to provide An Weize with five to ten years of clear-mindedness.

Yet, Lin Jie had a clear understanding.

Even though he had hundreds and thousands of surgical memories in his mind, as if he had experienced them himself,

Until now, he had only personally performed one surgery: the abdominal debridement surgery on his neighbor Zhang Li, plus stitching Zhang Xiaoxiao's forehead wound.

While the brain directs bodily movements, building certain muscle memory is essential.

Especially when Lin Jie was first to perform Lin Miao's cranial hematoma removal surgery, where any mistakes or accidents were absolutely not allowed.

Zhang Daya's vocal cord repair surgery was complicated enough, requiring at least three to four hours of surgery time, making it a perfect practice opportunity for Lin Jie.

Thinking about this, Lin Jie smiled like the cunning grandmother wolf and said, "Zhang Daya, do you want to be able to speak..."

"No, absolutely not!"

Luo Shanshan shook her head decisively and insisted, "I can let you practice on knife wounds and various body trauma patients, but letting you perform vocal cord repair surgery on Zhang Daya is out of the question."

"Experts have said that almost no one in the country could do this surgery on Zhang Daya. Even if the vocal cords are reconstructed, we can't guarantee it will produce sound!"

But Lin Jie said, "If a surgery has no challenges, I'm not interested in doing it! It's precisely because this surgery is a bit complicated that I decided to do it."

"Luo Shanshan, I wouldn't bring this up if I wasn't confident."

"Even conceding the point, what is Zhang Daya's loss if I fail?"

"You understand, the possibility of life-threatening complications from this surgery is extremely low. What Zhang Daya would endure is just tube feeding for three days and about a week's throat pain!"

"Wouldn't a bit of discomfort and pain be worth a chance to speak? If it were you, would you choose to gamble or not?"

Luo Shanshan grew anxious, shouting, "If there was hope, even if there was only a ten percent or a five percent chance, I would gamble! But...but... Lin Jie, don't make me say unpleasant things!"

Lin Jie smiled knowingly and said, "You just think I can't perform this surgery!"

"Then tell me, what would make you believe I have the skill to perform this surgery well?"

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