Chapter 1940: 1940: Unable to Let Go

Capítulo 1940: Chapter 1940: Unable to Let Go

Cao Yong was just watching from the sidelines and not stepping in, indicating that this surgery had been specially arranged for this morning. It was a relatively simple procedure that Huang Zhilei could attempt as the Chief Surgeon without needing Cao Yong’s participation.

Zhang Tinghai recalled hearing some gossip before the surgery that Cao Yong had once offered to lend a hand in Chang Jiawei’s surgery. It seems this news was true. If it is, then he was right to seek out Cao Yong.

Chang Jiawei hadn’t spoken up about needing assistance. If he, an anesthesiologist, were to privately go out looking for someone to check on the surgery, he’d likely be rejected. With Cao Yong’s previous offer and his senior-junior relationship with the patient’s family, Zhang Tinghai thought the other party might be willing to help.

“Dr. Cao.” Zhang Tinghai took another step forward, ready to make his request.

“Did you come by yourself? He didn’t send you to find someone,” Cao Yong said, guessing as much without needing a response.

In fact, since Chang Jiawei had stated he didn’t need assistance, he definitely wouldn’t send someone to find him afterward.

“Yes.” Zhang Tinghai had to admit he couldn’t lie about this.

Huang Zhilei and Song Xueling, who heard this, squinted their eyes. If that Master Playboy really can’t handle it, refusing to ask for help due to pride, then what does he expect? Fortunately, Senior Cao was prepared from the beginning to prevent the little junior sister from being dragged into trouble by that guy. Huang Zhilei snorted in his mind.

“I’m not skilled in orthopedics,” Cao Yong told Zhang Tinghai honestly.

As a neurosurgeon, he had researched spinal surgeries but they weren’t the primary focus of neurosurgery, and such operations were far less frequent than those of spine surgery. That’s why he had only offered to lend a hand back then.

“I know, I just want you to take a quick look at the situation. If needed, I’ll fetch someone else,” Zhang Tinghai said.

Hearing this strange request, Cao Yong and the others scanned Zhang Tinghai’s face with puzzled looks: Does this guy know what he’s talking about?

“What do you mean?” Ren Chongda asked, rushing in from behind.

Zhang Tinghai turned to see him and Tao Zhijie, startled: Why is this big shot here too?

“Let’s go, don’t waste time,” Cao Yong interrupted everyone, making a decision.

The group immediately headed to the orthopedic operating room to check on the surgery. On the way, Ren Chongda held onto Zhang Tinghai, not letting go, urgently asking, “What’s wrong with the surgery? Stop keeping it to yourself. Let me tell you, that patient is a relative of my student’s, very important.”

“I know,” Zhang Tinghai shook off his hand, saying, “If I didn’t know, why would I come to find Cao Yong?”

“Tell me, what happened?”

“I don’t know either.”

“You don’t know and you came to find Cao Yong?”

Alright. Zhang Tinghai had to admit that as a non-surgeon, he couldn’t understand some strange surgical occurrences, saying, “He doesn’t know what’s wrong, he just isn’t talking today.”

The people around them, upon hearing his words, felt like they were encountering an Alien: How could they completely not understand what this person was saying?

“I’m talking about the Chief Surgeon, that Master Playboy,” Zhang Tinghai scanned their perplexed expressions, anxious enough to stomp his foot, “Don’t you guys know? He loves to talk. He can talk from the beginning of the surgery to the end. I once tried counting his words during surgery; there were thousands, if not tens of thousands.”

Chang Jiawei is a chatterbox. These people, having not paid attention to Chang Jiawei’s surgeries, really weren’t aware of this habit of his.