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In the mission hospital, Zhang Tianhao came here with Chen Haifeng and others, and the dean was already waiting for him in front of the gate, and it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.

"Doctor Liu, you are here!"

"Dean, why do you bother to come to greet me in person? This makes me embarrassed. As a junior, I should come to visit you, but you have to greet me in person. How can I feel so embarrassed? Isn't this a loss of my life?"

Zhang Tianhao was very polite and casually chatted with the dean for a few words, and then walked inside with the dean.

Chen Haifeng and others followed Zhang Tianhao into the mission hospital.

"Dean, some of my classmates would like to come over and observe. Is that okay?"

"No problem, isn't it just for observation? It's a good thing for them to come to study, isn't it?" The dean didn't care at all, but still said politely.

"Thank you very much, Dean. By the way, what is the patient's condition and his identity?"

"This one……"

The dean was a little embarrassed when he heard it, but he quickly said it.

"This is a Japanese man named Ishibei. I think you should have heard of him. It's just that the Army Hospital didn't accept the treatment and sent it to us for treatment. After all, we are the only one with an operating room here, and the Chong Military Hospital It’s still under construction.”

"Ishibei, the executioner Ishibei from Nanjing?"

Zhang Tianhao's eyes condensed. He never thought that the person who asked him to save people was actually Shi Bingwei, the executioner Shi Bingwei from Nanjing.

"Yes, he was seriously injured on the front line and is now sent to Shanghai for treatment. It's just that the conditions here are simple and our capabilities are limited, so we invited you here. Let's discuss if there are any other ways!"

"The patient is in a coma. It's up to you how to treat him."

"Dean, you are posing a difficult problem for me. How do you think I can cure it? Can I cure it?"

Zhang Tianhao also had a bitter look on his face. Now it was no longer a question of whether the injury could be cured, but whether it could be cured. If he really took action, he could hardly imagine the consequences.

"Okay, I heard that Principal Bai is back, so I asked him to help contact you. The injured this time must be cured. We will not participate in the others. We are just doctors. I believe you understand."

Dean Chen whispered a few words in his ear. After all, now, he is also reminding Zhang Tianhao that the patient is the patient and we should not mix other thoughts into it, otherwise there will be adverse consequences.

"Dean, I know what you mean, but I don't feel very comfortable. Really, someone who does this for the first surgery as soon as he returns to China is really a little bit conceited, and it's easy for someone to point fingers at him and scold him."

Zhang Tianhao's face showed that wry smile. He was originally happy, but it turned out like this.

At this time, Zhang Tianhao could also understand Dean Chen's concerns. After all, if he saved such a Japanese executioner, his conscience would be uneasy. If he didn't save him, his mission hospital would be almost over.

The dilemma of choice was now in Zhang Tianhao's hands, and he had no choice. He could even say that Zhang Tianhao knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Ugh!"

Faced with this situation, Zhang Tianhao really couldn't make up his mind for a while. From a doctor's point of view, he really wanted to save people. After all, this is what the doctor's profession is like.

But from another perspective, that is, from the perspective of a Chinese, it is appropriate not to save him, otherwise his conscience will be troubled.

Just when the two of them were busy with their own thoughts, they arrived at the hospital's conference room, interrupting Zhang Tianhao's various thoughts at the same time.

"Doctor Liu is here!"

"Xiao Liu, you're here too!"

"Xiao Liu, long time no see. I really didn't expect you to come back for the New Year." Several doctors also stood up happily and prepared to greet him. After all, they had also seen Zhang Tianhao's medical skills, and naturally they admired him very much.

In medicine, the stronger the ability, the easier it is to gain respect from others. This is a rule.

Principal Bai on the side was a little embarrassed when he saw Zhang Tianhao's arrival. After all, he knew Zhang Tianhao's medical skills, but he dragged Zhang Tianhao into this whirlpool.

"Xiao Liu, come on, sit here!"

Principal Bai also blushed, stood up directly, opened the seat next to him, and prepared for Zhang Tianhao to sit down.

Zhang Tianhao was not polite, but walked over and sat down directly next to Principal Bai.

He glanced at several Japanese doctors again, and among them was Dr. Miura. This also surprised him. After all, Dr. Miura's ability should be enough to cope with the situation in front of him.

"Okay, everyone is here. Now, please let Dean Miura introduce Mr. Shi's condition to everyone."

With that said, Dean Chen sat directly next to Dean Miura, and then made a silent movement to everyone. Seeing that everyone below was quiet, he slowly said,

"However, President Miura, let me introduce to you. This is a talented disciple of our President Bai. Logically speaking, he has not graduated yet, but now he is already the most famous surgical expert among us. Even if we are sitting here The old guy is also a little ashamed of himself."

Zhang Tianhao stood up immediately, stretched out his right hand, and said to Dean Miura with a smile: "Dean Miura, I have heard of your name a long time ago, and I have always admired you. Today I finally meet you, and it is also Sansheng Blessed."

"It turns out to be Dr. Liu. It's a great honor to meet you. However, time is tight, so we won't make any introductions. After this operation, we will discuss medical issues again. What do you think?"

"No problem. I would also like to thank Dean Miura and Dean Chen for giving me the opportunity to learn from my seniors."

Zhang Tianhao also sat down politely, then withdrew his hand and began to listen seriously.

Seeing that everyone was sitting down and the conference room was quiet, Dean Miura slowly took out a piece of material and put it on the table, and introduced Ishibei's condition seriously.

Speaking of which, he was seriously injured on the battlefield and is now unconscious, and the shrapnel is directly stuck in his head. If he is not careful, this Ishibei may die.

In order to create an image of a hero, the Japanese directly wanted to save him and revive him in Shanghai Hospital.

But the Japanese Army Hospital in Shanghai has been bombed, so now he can only work as a subordinate at the Mission Hospital, and most of the personnel in the Army Hospital are at the Mission Hospital.

It's just that this operation is relatively difficult. You must find someone with strong surgical skills to perform it, and it must be a top doctor.

Half an hour later, Dean Miura looked at everyone and said seriously: "Everyone basically understands the current situation. Can you tell me what you think?"

"Dean Miura, given our current treatment conditions, I think such an operation is too difficult. Even we have less than a 20% chance of completing such a large-scale brain operation."

"Neither can I. This kind of surgery may only be done by Dr. Liu, and the success rate is relatively high!"

"Yes, we have never done this kind of surgery. Only Dr. Liu did one for us last year. It was too difficult and we didn't dare to do it."

Dean Miura also looked over with some curiosity at this time, and looked directly at Zhang Tianhao.

"Dr. Liu, how confident do you think you are?"

"I'm sorry, Dean Miura, I really have no way to answer your question. After all, I don't understand the current situation. If you force me to answer, I really have no way. I have to see the specific patient's condition. Know."

"If according to your introduction, the success rate is no more than 30%, I would not dare to do such an operation, and I cannot do it, otherwise it would be irresponsible for life."

Zhang Tianhao stood up immediately and said with a serious face. As for whether Miura would be angry, he didn't care. (End of chapter)