Three days later.

Ward.

In front of the girl Miaomiao's hospital bed.

Dr. Li Haiyang, the attending physician of the oncology department, holding a pathology cell test report, said with a surprised expression, "Dr. Zhao, this is incredible. I've never seen primitive neuroectodermal tumor cells proliferate so slowly."

"That indicates that the biological therapy over the past couple of days has been effective."

Zhao Heng nodded as he spoke.

Just two days ago, the cultivated immune cells had already been used, and today was the first time to test the tumor cells in the girl Miaomiao's body.

"Yes, you could say the results are very good."

Li Haiyang expressed with admiration and happiness.

If it works on such a malignant tumor as a primitive neuroectodermal tumor, it will certainly work on other tumors. You could say Zhao Heng has greatly expanded the field of stem cell therapy.

The treatment of malignant tumors is a very large field and very promising.

"Doctor, can she have surgery now?"

Miaomiao's father stood up at this moment, nervously and tremblingly asking.

"This is only the first phase of biological therapy. Although the growth of the tumor cells has slowed down, there is no significant reduction yet. We must wait until after the second phase of treatment, when the tumor cells show a significant reduction, before surgery can be performed."

Zhao Heng said to Miaomiao's father.

At this moment, Miaomiao's father, this weather-beaten middle-aged man, looked much better compared to the previous time we saw him.

Because of the intervention of the social aid team, Miaomiao's father did not have to worry about expensive medical bills, and ever since the bio-therapy, he saw his daughter's condition improving a lot, so he felt like he finally saw a glimmer of hope in the darkness, which was really not easy for him.

"Rest assured, the tumor cells in the patient have already slowed their growth, indicating the treatment is very effective."

Li Haiyang also comforted Miaomiao's father.

With the comfort from these two doctors, Miaomiao's father felt much more at ease, believing that heaven had not completely closed all paths for them and had given them a little chance.

"Doctor brother, will I really get better?"

At this time, the girl Miaomiao, with her weak voice and looking at Zhao Heng with her only intact eye, spoke.

Before coming here, she was already in deep despair, holding no hopes.

She still remembered going around with her father seeking help, being rejected everywhere, seeing no hope at all.

But ever since she arrived here, everything seemed to have changed. She not only got doctor's visits but also had kind people covering her medical expenses. She even met her idol, the skiing champion Sun Xinxin, with whom she made a girls' pact.

All this seemed like a dream to Miaomiao, to the extent that she could hardly believe it was all real.

"You will get better."

Zhao Heng looked at Miaomiao and said warmly.

This scene made everyone present feel very moved. Is there anything more thrilling in the world than fighting against death?

"Yeah, I trust you, doctor brother."

The girl Miaomiao nodded and said.

After leaving the ward, Zhao Heng and Li Haiyang came to the stem cell cultivation room of the pathology department.

Inside the stem cell cultivation room, Qu Xiaofeng was still working, evidently having invested all his energy into this work now.

"Dr. Zhao, this is the cultivation room where immune cells were cultivated, right?"

Li Haiyang glanced around the cultivation room, finding the equipment looking decent—not as dilapidated as he had imagined.

The hospital had brought in a batch of stem cell cultivation and treatment equipment five years ago, which he naturally knew about, and it was clear that these devices had been idle all along.

In a hospital, both talent and equipment are indispensable. Having bought professional equipment, you also need professionals who can master it; otherwise, the equipment will just be idle, which is a huge waste of medical resources.

"Yes, it has only been utilized in the past few days."

Zhao Heng nodded as he said this.

"That's great. When they brought in this equipment, the director always said that we must first cultivate talents before bringing in equipment. The hospital committee didn't listen, letting the equipment be idle for five years after it came in. Now, at least the equipment is being put to use."

Li Haiyang said with some emotion.

The director he was referring to was, of course, Director Liu Shangming from the oncology department.

Of course, the one who adamantly wanted to bring in this equipment at that time was Dean Yin Lifeng.

As for the undisclosed benefits Yin Lifeng might have received from the procurement of these devices, that's something outsiders wouldn't know.

"You're not suggesting that even Director Liu has no say in this, right?"

Hearing what Li Haiyang said, Zhao Heng asked with some confusion.

Liu Shangming is an absolute authority in Eastern Hospital and is one of the top experts nationwide in tumor treatment, so his words should carry a lot of weight.

"Dr. Zhao, you might not be aware. The director, although highly respected in the industry, doesn't have the final say within this hospital. Besides, the dean has been managing the hospital for many years, and outsiders can't interfere in many things."

Li Haiyang explained, having a high reputation and strong skills in the industry does not necessarily mean having more say in the hospital.

In terms of power struggles and management, a big expert like Liu Shangming couldn't compete with Yin Lifeng, who had been immersed in the dean's position for many years.

"Such situations should change. I think the hospital should be business-centric."

Zhao Heng said thoughtfully.

"Who could disagree? Now the hospital imposes management systems that make things tough for doctors. They even assign tasks and performance bonuses based on task completion. Dr. Zhao, in many departments, there are mandatory medication and material usage targets, failing which leads to penalty bonuses. What do you make of that?"

Li Haiyang complained, obviously having endured this for a long time.

"Dr. Zhao, Dr. Li, what are you discussing?"

At this moment, Qu Xiaofeng noticed Zhao Heng and Li Haiyang entering, and walked over from the lab bench curiously asking.

"Dr. Qu, Dr. Zhao and I were talking about how many of the systems in the hospital are very unreasonable and excessively harsh on doctors."

Li Haiyang, seeing Qu Xiaofeng asking, continued speaking.

He knew Qu Xiaofeng as one of those who had been struggling to achieve ambition for many years, so these things could be mentioned to him.

"It's more than harsh; it's practically treating us like workhorses."

Upon hearing Li Haiyang bringing this up, Qu Xiaofeng immediately joined in with an indignant air, feeling slightly agitated.

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