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The proprietress of the Nanyang Cloth Shop was also an underground member of the Communist Party. He remembered that something seemed to have happened at the Nanyang Cloth Shop, but he didn't expect that she had also escaped.

However, it seems he suffered a considerable injury, which has lasted for two or three years.

If I hadn't met him today, the consequences of this injury might have been much more serious.

He sighed, cleared the thought from his mind, and walked out of the office to a platform.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and slowly smoked it to relieve the depression and frustration in his heart.

After all, this person was none other than someone from Zhang Lu's side, and also a member of the underground Communist Party. She was Zhang Lu's old flame, but unfortunately, the two ultimately couldn't be together.

"Dr. Wang!"

Just then, a strange voice called out from behind him, causing him to turn around and look.

Then he discovered that the person behind him was a strange nurse.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Qiaoqiao, you can call me Qiaoqiao."

"Hello, Nurse Zhou, how can I help you?"

"Here's the thing, the dean is going to have a meeting and a consultation in a little while. He asked you to let him know that you'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Ok!"

Upon hearing that it was a consultation, Zhang Tianhao breathed a sigh of relief, since he really didn't have any other ideas at the moment.

Fifteen minutes later, he went directly to the conference room, where he saw the hospital director nod to him and begin to examine a patient in a private ward.

Inside a special care ward, Zhang Tianhao followed behind several doctors, watching the examinations being conducted.

"This patient's body is like this..."

As the explanations were given, many doctors gave their own assessments, as this was a seriously ill patient whose bodily functions had declined to a certain extent.

"If you can save me, I will give you something good. Of course, it must be able to cure me. As for the money, don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you."

Zhang Tianhao then stepped forward and said to the dean, "Dean, his heart has a serious problem. It needs to be restructured. After all, this kind of surgery is too risky. Although I can do it, the success rate is only about 40% to 50%."

The dean, standing to the side, looked at Zhang Tianhao with a face full of shock.

After all, his figure of 40% to 50% is already close to half.

"Dr. Wang, are you sure?"

“I’m sure, after all, I’ve had this surgery before, more than once, but the risks of this kind of surgery are too high, and the conditions are limited. I’m just worried about the consequences.”

"Okay, that's settled then. You'll do it. I'll take responsibility for any consequences. Please make sure you do a good job with this surgery." The hospital director looked at Zhang Tianhao with a serious expression, clearly having a good impression of the new doctor.

"it is good!"

"The other doctors will all come to the operating room to learn in a little while. At the same time, the recording will be turned on. Hopefully, this surgery will be successful."

"it is good!"

At the same time, he looked at the patient and said with a serious expression, "Charle, we have reached a decision here, that is, Dr. Wang will be the surgeon. His success rate is the highest, about 40% to 50%. If you agree, we will start the surgery here. At the same time, we will also need to sign a surgical waiver. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Charles glanced at Zhang Tianhao, who looked only in his early twenties.

There was still a hint of insecurity on her face.

"Charle, stop looking. Other doctors here have also said that the success rate of this surgery is less than 20%, and that's the highest possible number. Besides, Dr. Wang has performed many similar surgeries before, so don't worry."

"Okay, Dr. Wang, if you can really cure me, I will definitely give you something good."

“No problem!” Zhang Tianhao smiled and didn’t say anything more. He watched as Charles wrote the waiver and then began to prepare for the surgery, since this surgery would take quite a while.

Time ticked by, and tension rose in the operating room. Seven or eight doctors stood in a line to one side, and the hospital director was appointed as his first assistant. All the other doctors were also appointed as assistants, but the nurses were not so fortunate.

After all, this is a rather extreme surgery, and not just anyone can do it.

Zhang Tianhao had already learned about Charles's condition. Charles was originally a director of the Shanghai Municipal Council, but he was unable to leave Shanghai and now had to make a living under the nose of the Japanese.

"Alright, let's begin the surgery!"

Zhang Tianhao picked up the scalpel and began to perform the surgery seriously. The other doctors on the side were somewhat stunned to see how quickly Zhang Tianhao had mastered the skill.

But I didn't feel nervous at all, and on the contrary, I really admired Zhang Tianhao.

The surgery continued, and five hours later, it was already dark outside, and the lights were on throughout the hospital, with the operating room still brightly lit.

After finishing the final stitches, Zhang Tianhao put down his tools, his face showing signs of exhaustion, and had to go to the side to rest for a while.

"Congratulations, you succeeded."

"Thank you!"

He took the water glass, slowly took a sip, and then seemed to come to his senses, letting out a wry smile.

"Let's move the patient to the special care ward now. I think the hospital director will give a clear answer on the precautions in a little while."

"Next, we'll look at Charles's health."

Seeing that Charles's breathing was relatively steady, John wiped the sweat from his forehead and said earnestly, "Now, everyone can rest. Thank you, Dr. Wang."

"You're welcome. It's what I should do. I didn't expect this surgery to take five hours. Last time it only took me four and a half hours."

"It's okay, the length of time doesn't matter, the key is that the surgery is successful."

"well said!"

"Dean, I'll head back now. I'll leave the rest to you."

"it is good."

Zhang Tianhao dragged his tired body out of the operating room, and the other doctors also left one after another, all with excited expressions. After all, this surgery had broadened their horizons.

For an ordinary person, it might take much longer, but Zhang Tianhao only took five hours.

The godlike maneuver left everyone speechless.

Looking back now, it still feels like a dream.

John glanced at Zhang Tianhao's retreating figure, his face showing a mixture of shock and bewilderment.

After all, his medical skills are so high that they seem to be out of place in China.

"You should learn from Dr. Wang in the future. Dr. Wang has worked in field hospitals and local small hospitals. Moreover, his expertise is beyond question. He has performed all kinds of major surgeries and is quite skilled in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine."

John glanced at the doctors around him and said with a serious expression, "Not only that, if he hadn't wanted to go back to his country, we probably wouldn't have a doctor as skilled as him here."

"He said 40% to 50%, which is already quite high. Tell me yourselves, can you achieve that level?"

"I doubt it, so you need to learn more. Don't think of yourself as someone who arrived earlier than others. In Chinese terms, 'the accomplished are the teachers,' and you still have a long way to go."

"Yes!" (End of this chapter)