Coming out from the medical department, Zhao Heng felt very conflicted. On one hand, Wei Xiang was indeed negligent and should bear the corresponding consequences, but on the other hand, Zhao Heng felt that since the Medical Malpractice Committee was responsible for determining the accident, there should be no human interference with the results.

Upon returning to the ward, before Zhao Heng even reached his office, he saw a middle-aged man and woman walking towards him. Trailing behind them was the sister of the girl who was comatose from poisoning.

Seeing them, Zhao Heng thought the middle-aged couple looked very imposing, giving off an intellectual vibe at first glance.

"You must be Dr. Zhao? Hello, Dr. Zhao, I am the child's father."

The middle-aged man with rimmed glasses was the first to speak.

"Yes."

Zhao Heng nodded, recalling what Liu Xuedong, the director of the medical department, had said earlier. Someone who could pressure the Medical Malpractice Committee was not simple. However, he wondered why such a person's daughter, so young, would choose to take her own life.

"Dr. Zhao, I am already aware of my child's condition. Please do your utmost to save her. As for the costs, Dr. Zhao, you need not worry."

The girl's father spoke politely, contrary to the impression Zhao Heng had from Liu Xuedong's words of someone who would throw their weight around. This made Zhao Heng feel somewhat puzzled.

"It's my duty."

Zhao Heng responded cautiously.

Afterward, the middle-aged man asked a few questions about the child's condition, and Zhao Heng answered them one by one.

To Zhao Heng's surprise, the middle-aged man was very courteous and spoke with a gentle tone, making Zhao wonder why he would need to pressure the Medical Malpractice Committee.

But after thinking about it, it seemed normal. As a father, it is indeed difficult to tolerate such things.

Back in the office, Zhao Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had never encountered such a situation before. Working on the clinical frontlines, there are actually many unexpected situations beyond medical issues.

"Dr. Zhao, the parents of bed number 5 are really strange."

Tian Zhen was also in the office and commented to Zhao Heng with some confusion.

"What's the matter?"

Zhao Heng asked.

"I feel that they seem too calm for being the parents."

Tian Zhen said.

"When you went to the medical department just now, the parents of bed number 5 arrived, and I noticed that there was no expression on their faces. It looked too strange."

After a pause, Tian Zhen added.

"No need to worry about that. Later, I'll head to the stem cell culture room. If there's anything, give me a call."

Zhao Heng thought for a moment and decided. As a doctor, his primary responsibility was to provide the best treatment for the patients. He preferred not to get too involved in other matters, as one's energy is limited, and he didn't want to exhaust himself on such issues.

"Yes, I understand."

Tian Zhen nodded.

Soon enough, Zhao Heng left the office and quickly arrived at the stem cell culture room. Since treating Sun Xinxin with neural stem cell transplantation, Eastern Hospital had set up a dedicated stem cell culture room using existing instruments and equipment, currently under the pathology department and managed by Qu Xiaofeng.

Qu Xiaofeng had waited many years to finally see some hope in his career.

However, although the stem cell culture room was established, it wasn't much used by doctors from various departments, given that this called for very advanced technical skills. Applying it clinically was considered overly challenging.

"Dr. Zhao, you're here."

Seeing Zhao Heng, Qu Xiaofeng was quite pleased. Currently, at Eastern Hospital, the only one with enough technical expertise to apply stem cell culture technology clinically seemed to be Zhao Heng alone.

After the establishment of the stem cell culture room, Qu Xiaofeng was filled with ambition. Yet the high threshold of this technology, combined with its overly individualized nature, was a challenge.

In simple terms, using this technology for treating patients required extremely high technical competence from the clinical doctor, who must then collaborate with the stem cell cultivating doctors to devise a personalized treatment plan for the patient. This greatly restricted the development of stem cell therapy.

"Yes."

Zhao Heng nodded. He held a favorable view of people like Qu Xiaofeng, who, despite spending years in obscurity, maintained a good personality without the bitterness others in similar situations might feel.

More importantly, Qu Xiaofeng possessed strong professional skills and a solid foundation. His numerous years of pathological examination and image interpretation experience allowed him to quickly grasp the technology related to stem cell therapy.

"Dr. Zhao, is there a patient in need of stem cell therapy?"

Seeing Zhao Heng busy yet taking the time to come over, Qu Xiaofeng could not help but ask.

The transplant of neural stem cells for Sun Xinxin was just the beginning. Qu Xiaofeng knew that there needed to be a continuous stream of patients receiving stem cell therapy, to genuinely establish this practice.

"Yes, yesterday we received a patient in deep coma due to drug poisoning. I'm planning to use neural stem cell therapy for arousal."

Zhao Heng responded confidently.

"Have they been in a coma for a long time?"

Qu Xiaofeng asked with some doubt. Generally, if a patient hasn't been in a coma for a long time, neural stem cell transplantation isn't used for arousal due to its high cost.

"It's only been a day, but this patient's condition is very complex, necessitating the use of neural stem cell transplantation to quickly awaken them."

Zhao Heng explained.

Providing the best treatment options for patients is, of course, what any doctor aims for. However, this time, Zhao Heng felt something was off.

There was a peculiar feeling he couldn't quite articulate.

"Yes, Dr. Zhao, I have been prepared for a long time, just waiting for your call."

Qu Xiaofeng also sounded enthusiastic. The establishment of the stem cell culture room was a major career turning point, and he needed to seize this opportunity tightly.

As long as he did well, promotion to deputy chief or even chief physician seemed within reach.

"Doctor Zhao, regarding this patient, is there any issue regarding the costs?"

After a pause, Qu Xiaofeng asked.

At present, performing personalized stem cell treatment for a patient, especially neural stem cell therapy, costs at least over a hundred thousand. This was why Qu Xiaofeng wanted to clarify upfront.

"This patient is not short on money, so there's no major concern about the costs."

Zhao Heng said.

"That's good, then there's nothing to worry about."

Qu Xiaofeng nodded, feeling relieved.

Unfortunately, that's how it is. While doctors wish all patients could receive the best treatment, the reality is often very complicated.

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