"I wonder if this thod is unique to President Zhang, or if it can be spread to benefit more patients..."
"President Zhang let Elder Li and the others into the operating room to observe and learn. I wonder...can we also learn?"
"What will the cost of this drug be..."
"If it’s affordable, and if it can be spread widely, treating more patients, curing all terminal illnesses that co to the hospital...I dare not imagine such a grand era of dical advancent!"
"Regardless of whether it’s a grand era, this is yet another dical miracle by President Zhang! It’s a miracle in our dical field!"
The operating room doors hadn’t opened yet.
The experts in the hallway were already deep in intense discussions and hopeful visions for the future.
Because they’ve seen a lot in their lifetis, but what they truly wish to see is the overwhelming gratitude from patients and families, not despair and hopelessness.
Whenever they see the desperation in patients and their families, they feel deeply affected as well.
Through the passage of decades.
They also clearly know that so colleagues and disciples have experienced depression, numbness, a lack of understanding from others, even suicidal tendencies.
These are all common occurrences.
The long-term guilt from ineffective treatnts can truly drive soone insane.
But every ti they successfully treat a patient, facing the gratitude from patients and families.
They feel a great sense of fulfillnt, even relieved, just like the patients.
As the old saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-tiered pagoda.
They’re not just saving one person, nor do they intend to save just one person.
Yet it’s precisely this desire to save lives that not only makes colleagues and disciples anxious.
It also traps them in a cycle of depression.
Today, among the dozens of doctors here, eight are mildly depressed, and over a dozen regularly undergo psychological counseling.
While they treat patients, it’s rare for anyone to save them.
Unless they leave this depression-prone profession.
But today’s miracle by Zhang Feng, although it cured the patient’s cancer, it also gave them a small dose of antidote for depression.
Moreover, Zhang Feng intentionally did not block the news, attracting them to co, thinking not just about cancer treatnt but also about their own rescue today.
Giving them so emotional dicine.
Otherwise, given Zhang Feng’s current power and status.
If Zhang Feng didn’t stop Old Liu today.
Then there would definitely be troops surrounding the hospital, enacting full military lockdown.
They wouldn’t be able to get in.
And now.
Outside the operating room, amidst the relaxed and excited emotions of the crowd.
Ka—
The procedural lights of the operating room dimd, shortly after, the doors opened, and the patient was wheeled out first.
"Grandpa!" From the family side, they rushed past the experts, trying to gather around the bed.
"Family..." The experts knew the patient needed peace and were unaware of the patient’s exact pathological state, so they sowhat paradoxically tried to hold the family back.
"No need, the patient can’t hear right now, his vital signs are very stable, let the family see him." Zhang Feng then ca out, drawing everyone’s attention, and spoke words everyone was eager to hear,
"The surgery was very successful, his cancer has been removed."
"It succeeded..." With the confirmation from President Zhang, everyone’s emotions surged to the highest point.
If it weren’t for the need to maintain silence in the hospital, they would truly clap in celebration regardless of appearances.
"Grandmaster Zhang!" The family mbers seeing Zhang Feng co out, instinctively wanted to kneel.
"Hold them back." Zhang Feng, noticing their bent knees, instructed the special personnel in the crowd.
Whhoo—
A few special personnel, trained in martial arts and having taken half a year’s worth of internal energy dicine, constitutionally different from ordinary people, leapt three ters over the crowd, imdiately supporting the family intending to perform a grand bow.
"Young student." Zhang Feng then looked at a tear-streaked young man, "I heard you crying in the operating room, is that your grandpa?"
"Mm...mm..." The young man continued to sob.
"Then don’t cry anymore." Zhang Feng smiled, "Instead of crying, run quickly, but be careful, go downstairs and buy so millet porridge.
I don’t discuss post-surgery recovery here, your grandpa should wake up in about an hour.
Let him drink so liquid food first, warm his new stomach and esophagus, and in the evening, have your family cook so broth or sothing, get so at."
"Alright, alright..." Not just the young man, but his parents and grandmother also nodded, fully morizing it.
And then, the young man wiped his tears and ran out to buy the al.
"You guys should also find a cane." Zhang Feng addressed the other family mbers, "This drug’s effects are lasting, and the surgical wounds will heal quickly.
I didn’t harm his vitality during the surgery, his bone structure will recover quickly too.
It’s expected that twenty days later, he can get out of bed and undergo rehabilitation exercises.
During this period, massages and care, the hospital’s doctors will arrange it."
"Grandmaster Zhang..." The young man’s father, hearing Zhang Feng’s words, didn’t go looking for a cane but timidly asked:
"How can our family... repay your kindness... what should we do now?"
"Simple, go downstairs and pay the bill, but let calculate the cost first." Zhang Feng took a ’quotation slip’ from Dr. Wu.
These past two days Zhang Feng had been busy preparing dication, so he hadn’t seen these.
Simultaneously, a special personnel mber approached, handing over a file marked with a red ’Secret’.
This was the research quotation for the ’cancer treatnt drug’, different from the hospital’s surgical paperwork.
Upon the appearance of this file, everyone, despite their curiosity, avoided looking at it.
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