Imperial Maritime Hospital.

Doctor Qin Luo had just finished a brain-machine interface surgery, exhausted as he stepped out of the operating room, when the hospital director, Zhang Pan, hurriedly came over with a group of people.

"Doctor Qin, there's an urgent matter that requires your help," Zhang Pan said sincerely, holding Qin Luo's hand.

If it were someone else, he could directly issue an administrative order.

As the director, he had managerial authority over the doctors under him.

If he says go somewhere, you go there; if he says treat someone, you treat them.

But the person before him was different; he was more like the actual boss of the hospital...

If pleased, he was Doctor Qin Luo.

If displeased, he might go to another hospital to be a director.

Or he might go elsewhere to be a doctor, and Qin Luo would become the director of the Imperial Maritime Hospital.

There's nothing he could do, because he was the Empire's top surgeon.

Qin Luo glanced at Zhang Pan and asked, "Which matter isn't urgent?"

Qin Luo knew Zhang Pan too well, a typical technical bureaucrat.

His medical skills were decent.

However, he preferred administrative management, keen on climbing the ranks.

Indeed, his name suited him well.

So, anything 'urgent' that made him personally come must be about a very important patient.

Would ordinary patients ever need a grand director like him to appear personally?

Qin Luo disliked such 'queue-jumping' behavior, as if ordinary people's lives didn't matter.

Of course, he also understood that the most valuable thing in the world was medical resources.

At critical moments, a good doctor could really pull patients back from the Ghost Gate.

Thus, people with wealth and power actually had several more 'lives' than ordinary people.

"..."

Zhang Pan was a bit stuck but still accompanied his words with a smile, "Yes, yes, a doctor has a benevolent heart; every patient is very important."

"But now there's an emergency; Minister Shi Hongchuan from the finance department called to say his sister-in-law, Chen Zilin, suddenly started bleeding from her seven orifices, and her life is in danger. He hopes you can come and take a look..."

"You know, Minister Shi oversees the Empire's finances, and I hear he's about to advance again... our Imperial Maritime Hospital's annual financial allocation still awaits his approval..."

"I know Doctor Qin's principles, but as the director, I'm in a difficult position... Could you help, considering it for our hospital?"

Qin Luo turned to his assistant and asked, "What's next on the schedule?"

"Doctor Qin, there are no surgeries scheduled next."

Qin Luo nodded and turned to Zhang Pan, saying, "Prepare the car, let's head over."

He knew that Zhang Pan wouldn't miss this opportunity; he would certainly follow along to offer some 'concern.'

With the soon-to-be-appointed Imperial Finance Minister, who in the political ladder wouldn't want to cling to this great opportunity?

Hmm, wasn't Sheng Jing the Finance Minister? Did he step down?

Qin Luo, being technically inclined, was busy every day treating patients and truly hadn't kept up with personnel changes in government institutions.

"The Flying Car is ready, and various medical equipment is prepared. Doctor Qin, is there anything else you need?"

Qin Luo pondered slightly and said to his assistant, "Carry my medicine chest."

"Alright!" the assistant happily agreed.

Previously, he couldn't understand; in the interstellar era, why did Doctor Qin always prepare such an antique medicine chest?

Later, accompanying Doctor Qin with the medicine chest during visits a few times, he witnessed firsthand the various treasures Qin Luo retrieved from the chest, showcasing his magical medical skills...

He began to look forward to Doctor Qin bringing the medicine chest along.

If so, he could witness more of these extraordinary skills and learn more.

In the car, Zhang Pan briefly explained Chen Zilin's illness and condition.

"50th birthday? Bleeding from seven orifices after drinking a glass of champagne?" Qin Luo asked puzzledly.

"Exactly, there were nearly a hundred guests on site, all important figures..."

Zhang Pan sighed, not in sympathy for the patient, but as if regretting why he wasn't invited.

Qin Luo speculated about the situation in his mind, though without seeing the patient's symptoms yet, final diagnosis couldn't be made.

Losing interest in conversing with Zhang Pan, he decided to rest with his eyes closed.

Having just completed a lengthy and exhausting surgery, he was indeed somewhat tired.

The Flying Car stopped at the courtyard of Moon Island No. 9, Qin Luo barely had time to push open the car door as Zhang Pan jogged towards the host coming to greet them: "Mr. Shi, how could I trouble you to greet us personally? How is Ms. Chen's health?"

"The situation isn't optimistic..." Shi Hongyun casually shook hands with Zhang Pan, his voice urgent as he asked, "Where is Doctor Qin Luo? Has Doctor Qin arrived?"

"He has arrived, arrived, Doctor Qin originally had another major surgery... I said you must come here..."

Zhang Pan hadn't finished his sentence when he saw Shi Hongyun release his hand and sprint toward Qin Luo who had just gotten out of the car...

Hmm, this scene seems familiar.

Where have I seen it before?

Shi Hongyun gripped Qin Luo's hand tightly, his eyes red as he said, "Doctor Qin, it's good that you're here... Please, save Zilin, save my wife..."

"Rest assured, I will do my best," Tang Fei nodded calmly, not making any promises.

The duty of a doctor is to save lives, not to disregard those with power and influence.

The lives of the wealthy are lives too.

"Doctor Qin, please come in... follow me quickly...."

Led by Shi Hongyun, the group headed inside.

Most of the guests in the courtyard had left, but some close to the Shi Family, along with relatives and friends of Chen Zilin, remained.

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