System Came When the Doctor was Thirty

"Guess why?"

"The phone was too far away?" Liang Shuhao 'shamelessly' guessed along.

The hospital placed pressure on the trauma department to lower the amputation rate, which hung over Liang Shuhao like a sword, making every opportunity to refer a case worthwhile.

"Since the trauma center restarted, he hasn't gone back."

"Mate, have a heart, alright?" Dai Linfang said bluntly.

Clinical work is exhausting, Lu Cheng is tired, and while I'm tired, Liang Shuhao is also very tired, so he doesn't want to think too hard.

When diagnosing a patient, you have to engage in group battles with many differential diagnoses; when discussing and signing with patients, you have to engage in group battles with many patient's families; when dealing with difficult family members reporting you, you have to engage in group battles with many administrative posts and leaders; if necessary, you might even have to engage in physical 'group battles' with patient's families!

Under such circumstances, everyone's brain tends to be in overdrive while on duty.

"Holy crap?" Liang Shuhao instinctively exclaimed in surprise.

Of course, Liang Shuhao isn't some oddball 'bastard' who only cares about himself and not others, his voice was firm: "Alright, life and death are destined, wealth is determined by the heavens! ~ I'm going for the amputation."

"Thank you for your hard work." Dai Linfang hung up the phone very straightforwardly and nonchalantly.

Fate isn't mysticism, it's objective reality.

Luck isn't mysticism either, it's about being just right.

For example, the woman today got hurt just at the right time, was just rightfully sent to the State People's Hospital, was just rightly admitted by Liang Shuhao at the trauma center, was just rightly considered for referral by the doctor on duty, and just rightly encountered Lu Cheng who knew a bit of limb preservation surgery, and just rightly dragged into the operating room by Lu Cheng...

In all these instances, if any point wasn't just right, the outcome would be completely different.

Lu Cheng is just a person, so if he's woken up by a call, whether to go or not is his choice; but Lu Cheng didn't wake up, and when others called Dai Linfang, Dai Linfang wouldn't wake Lu Cheng to do the surgery.

Dai Linfang has heard too many cases, like when a department head in the face of major accident emergencies assigns tasks in all sorts of ways to deal with the ER.

As a result, someone in the department suddenly died from overwork during work...

The head wouldn't bear much responsibility, basically just losing any more opportunities for advancement.

The basic principle of operating within the system is that you can use people below, but you can't use them to death; otherwise, when the family petitions or complains or asks questions, to calm them down, it's the one issuing the orders whose nerves will be frazzled.

Similarly, there are many saintly women striving to save patients who, out of position, call colleagues into the department leading to sudden deaths, get questioned repeatedly by multiple layers of leadership—

"Why did you do that? Why did you call him?"

"You don't even know if he's been on shift for a long time, and you're not in charge, why the hell did you call?"

Dai Linfang wouldn't make such rookie mistakes.

Sudden death incidents unrelated to overtime are non-human accidents, while sudden deaths related to overtime are human-induced accidents.

It's already April 4, nearing April 5.

Twenty-four hours in a day, four days is eighty-eight hours minus fifteen minutes, not accounting for Lu Cheng's three hours at home; Lu Cheng, in four days, has completed almost two weeks of work hours.

Let him go...

...

The next day, April 5.

Morning, 7:40.

Lu Cheng, Dai Linfang, and Chen Fang took the opportunity to have breakfast; Dai Linfang was persuading Lu Cheng to take a day off for some rest.

The door of the lounge was pushed open, as Vice President Yao Xin stepped in from outside; he quietly pushed the door open and then closed it behind him.

Lu Cheng and the others stood up respectfully and greeted Dean Yao.

Yao Xin faced Lu Cheng directly, speaking quickly and quietly: "I'm about to hand over at the department, I just came over to verify something with you."

"Was that limb preservation surgery yesterday led by you or Director Wu Xiang of the trauma department?"

"If Director Wu was shirking responsibilities and passing off tasks, I can help you cover it up."

"If it was truly you leading it, and you have such capability, this could be an opportunity for you all."

Dai Linfang had long suspected some unspeakable deal between Lu Cheng and Yao Xin, and this was now confirmed.

Therefore, his eyes stayed still, his head remained immobile, but his eyeballs darted back and forth between Lu Cheng and Yao Xin.

Lu Cheng replied honestly: "Dean Yao, I invited Director Wu to help out together."

"I couldn't handle such surgery alone, and if you really calculate it, just a few of us couldn't complete it."

"Although Dr. Dai Linfang has a good foundation, limb preservation surgery requires highly specialized trauma surgical expertise."

Dai Linfang's expression shifted variably, yet he didn't dare to counter Lu Cheng's words.

Lu Cheng still considered him part of the team and refrained from being too explicit.

As a general practitioner specializing in spleen and pancreas surgery, he wouldn't underestimate this sub-specialty of trauma surgery.

Having gotten his response, Yao Xin nodded slowly: "Okay, I understand."

"Secondly, you should also pay attention to balancing rest and work."

"If you suddenly died on the job, I too couldn't escape responsibility."

"The trauma center was established for convenient treatment of trauma-related patients in our State, not to trade life for life."

"I'm leaving, take care of yourselves." Yao Xin quietly opened the lounge door again and walked straight out, coming and going in a hurry.

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