7 PM.

The hospital outpatient lobby.

To welcome Sun Xinxin, not only Zhao Heng and Gao Jun, but Liu Ziang and even the director came.

Seeing the director and Gao Jun standing together, both looking silent, Zhao Heng couldn't help but think of the rumor he had heard before.

Logically, Gao Jun, having just become the deputy director of Anesthesia and Perioperative Center, should be on good terms with the director, or at least not be silent like this.

With Gao Jun's background, he naturally knows more information than the average person.

So, his aloofness towards the director naturally implies the director might have serious issues.

Of course, this is just Zhao Heng's speculation.

Seeing Zhao Heng staring at Gao Jun and the director, Liu Ziang nudged Zhao Heng's arm.

"What do you think?"

Liu Ziang asked quietly.

"What do you mean, what do I think?"

Zhao Heng was a bit confused, not knowing if Liu Ziang was referring to the imminent arrival of Sun Xinxin or the seemingly cold relationship between the director and Gao Jun.

"Of course, your leaders in front."

Liu Ziang said playfully.

"Senior, since you mention it, I feel like the relationship between our teacher and the director is overly cold."

Zhao Heng expressed his feelings.

There was no need to hide things from Liu Ziang.

"Wait and see, a storm is coming."

Liu Ziang implied knowledge of some things, saying nonchalantly.

"Huh? A storm?"

Hearing Liu Ziang say this, Zhao Heng's interest was piqued.

Everyone loves gossip!

Especially gossip about someone like the director.

Since joining Eastern Hospital as a surgical assistant, Zhao Heng had constantly heard rumors about the director.

The rumors of buying a house every year aside, the entanglements with several beautiful nurses in the hospital were also unclear.

In short, this director is a captivating figure.

"It's not related to us, isn't there a saying, 'When the tide goes out, you find out who's been swimming naked.'"

Liu Ziang said meaningfully.

He wouldn't outright say things that were not confirmed, but these few words already revealed a lot.

"Well, senior, you know so much."

Zhao Heng said with a bit of admiration.

Who says the aloof and talented don't care about the world? Liu Ziang seems to know a lot about the hospital affairs.

"By the way, I heard from Old Gao that you want to use neural stem cell transplantation treatment on Sun Xinxin?"

Liu Ziang continued.

"Yes, currently, neural stem cell transplantation is a treatment method that causes relatively little harm to the patient and can be expected to be effective."

Zhao Heng nodded and said.

"Neural stem cell transplantation is indeed a good idea. The Americans are always too simplistic and brute. I heard from the doctors over there that the Mayo Clinic intends to use deep brain stimulation on Sun Xinxin. Given Sun Xinxin's severe cranial injury, if the stimulation is not properly controlled, there might be damage to brain functional areas. Even if she wakes up, she might become mentally incapacitated."

Liu Ziang commented.

He didn't seem to hold the Mayo Clinic's treatment methods in high regard.

After all, the cultural differences between the East and the West result in different ways of thinking. The Americans always seem to be simpler and more straightforward.

Even though the Mayo Clinic is undeniably the world's number one in terms of technical capability, clinical treatment is not just about technology.

"Yes, there's really no need to overly venerate the Mayo Clinic. While their technology is undoubtedly strong, clinical work isn't just about technology. Just a few years ago, Jobs died from late-stage pancreatic cancer there."

Zhao Heng nodded and said.

Pancreatic cancer can be considered a relatively mild cancer, with a considerably high survival rate if detected early and treated properly.

Given Jobs' fortune, it's certain he had regular high-end check-ups annually, and his cancer was detected early, yet he still died of pancreatic cancer, which speaks volumes.

Treating diseases requires not only technology but also a way of thinking.

While Zhao Heng and Liu Ziang were chatting, the director and Gao Jun stood at the front, still not speaking.

Finally, the director broke the silence, saying to Gao Jun, "Director Gao, the admission of Sun Xinxin is drawing attention from all sectors of society; we must do our utmost."

If he could, the director would prefer not to speak to Gao Jun.

The director came from humble beginnings in a small place, and to reach the rank of director at Eastern Hospital, he overcame unimaginable challenges.

Whereas Gao Jun, just a little over thirty, is already a deputy director, and with someone paving the way for him, becoming a director, deputy director general, or even director is a natural progression.

The director, who clawed his way up, naturally regards those winning by background like Gao Jun with less favor.

But with Gao Jun's background, he had no choice but to break the silence and lower his stance.

"The center is ready, and Old Huang will also be coming this time, so there's no need for concern, Director."

Gao Jun said in a normal tone.

From his attitude, one couldn't tell that he was speaking to a superior.

"That's good then."

The director was inwardly angry at Gao Jun's cold attitude but didn't show it, maintaining calmness on his face.

As the head of the hospital, he had the depth and calmness for such politics.

Moreover, now is a critical time; over the years, as the scrutiny has been increasing, the director also wishes to step down and land safely.

Therefore, at such a critical time, he couldn't afford to offend someone with a strong background like Gao Jun.

Feeling the tense atmosphere between the director and Gao Jun, the others around them didn't dare to breathe loudly.

When gods fight, mortals suffer!

At this moment, an ambulance with flashing lights stopped at the hospital entrance.

The person has arrived!

Seeing the ambulance, everyone knew that Sun Xinxin had been brought here.

Instantly, everyone perked up, ready to receive this very important patient.

When the ambulance stopped, the rear door opened, and Sun Xinxin, lying on a stretcher, was carefully moved down and placed onto a transfer bed.

Accompanying her from the ambulance were Old Huang and Sun Xinxin's mother.

"Professor."

"Old Huang."

Seeing Old Huang step out, both the director and Gao Jun quickly came forward and respectfully greeted him.

"Hmm."

To the respectful greetings of the director and Gao Jun, Old Huang merely nodded, his eyes scanning the room before spotting Zhao Heng, then smiling and saying to Zhao Heng, "Little Zhao, you'll be the attending doctor this time, right? Let me brief you on the situation."

"Okay, Old Huang."

Suddenly being named, Zhao Heng didn't react initially, until Liu Ziang nudged him lightly, prompting Zhao Heng to step forward and respond to Old Huang.

Seeing Old Huang bypassing the director and Gao Jun to speak directly to Zhao Heng, everyone present instantly gained a clear and visual understanding of Zhao Heng's important status in Old Huang's eyes.

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