White armor

Chapter 784 Umbilical Cord Blood, Gone? (Part 2)

The girl suddenly raised her hand, the cold nude color of her nails flashing like a blade under the light. Before Director Tang could finish speaking, she curled her red lips and interrupted with a sharp, shrill voice, like shards of glass scraping against a metal plate.

It makes your teeth ache and your ears feel dry.

"You all can't understand what President Lü is saying, can you? How can your manners be so poor?" She raised her voice dramatically at the end, her eyebrows shot up, as if mocking the other party for daring to waste her time repeating the same nonsense she had already heard.

Her lips, painted with a lipstick that could charm any man, curled into a mean smile, revealing two overly neat front teeth, like a small animal ready to bite at any moment.

As she spoke, she tapped the conference table with her fingertips, leaving tiny white scratches on the surface from her newly done crystal nails.

She deliberately slammed her phone face down on the table, the diamond-encrusted case flashing a blinding light in Director Tang's eyes. As she spoke, her neck tilted forward, and the Van Cleef & Arpels necklace at her collarbone swayed back and forth, like a snake flicking its tongue.

After she finished speaking, she casually tucked her loose hair behind her ear, her little finger sticking out, and the Cartier bracelet on her wrist jingled.

Her gaze, however, drifted sideways to the window, clearly conveying the message, "It's beneath me to talk to a bunch of bumpkins like you." Her nostrils flared slightly with each breath, as if even the air in the conference room couldn't match the sophistication of her breathing.

“Miss, that’s not how it works.” Director Tang sighed, suppressing his discomfort as he communicated with her. “It was clearly written in the contract at the time.”

"Then go ahead and sue our company," Mr. Lü said coldly.

Feng Zixuan paused for a moment, then got up and walked out.

Luo Hao followed behind Feng Zixuan, and neither President Lü nor his assistant noticed the two of them.

After leaving the house, Feng Zixuan returned to his office, picked up his phone, thought for a few seconds, and dialed a number.

But he didn't even know what he wanted to ask.

As the saying goes, "every profession has its own secrets," and it's impossible for Feng Zixuan to be an expert in all aspects of clinical practice.

"Director Feng, only seven institutions nationwide are qualified to store umbilical cord blood," Luo Hao reminded him.

"Oh? Only 7?"

“Yes, the capital city…” Luo Hao explained in detail.

Feng Zixuan felt a bit gloomy. He had just asked someone to check if the fire from back then was real. Now it seemed he also needed to inquire about industry entry requirements.

If the timelines match, then there's no problem.

But there's still a problem. If this company isn't qualified, those people from back then would have all run away long ago. Who would be so brazen as to come here and say they can just file a lawsuit?

Feng Zixuan had a headache.

He was silently looking out the window when Luo Hao's phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.

"Xiao Miao, is something the matter?"

Luo Hao said gently.

Feng Zixuan noticed that Luo Hao and Miao Youfang did indeed have the air of teachers when they spoke.

"Teacher Luo, I'm in the emergency room. Two patients who had motorcycle accidents have just been brought in."

"Oh, you should pay attention to whether these patients are wearing shoes or not. If they are wearing shoes, they can be saved; if they are not wearing shoes, there's no hope," Luo Hao said calmly.

"Ah, right!" Miao Youfang's voice was somewhat surprised. "I've also heard the teachers here say that, but I think it's feudal superstition, like taking off shoes from ghosts or something."

“No,” Luo Hao said. “When a person is subjected to a violent impact, the real cause of death is usually secondary damage caused by whiplash.”

"A whiplash injury occurs when the body is at rest and is suddenly struck, causing the head to swing like the head of a whip."

"Because motorcyclists pursue speed and excitement, they travel at extremely high speeds, resulting in severe whiplash injuries."

"The swing of a whiplash can cause spinal cord concussion and concussion injury to the brain, which are the most fatal."

A straightforward whiplash is somewhat better, but if it's a whiplash injury that travels in circles, causing diffuse axonal damage, then there's truly no chance of recovery.

"..." Feng Zixuan remained silent, listening to Luo Hao lecturing his students.

Luo Hao spoke calmly and casually.

"On the other hand, why judge a patient's injury based on whether or not the shoe fell off?"
Because the patient's feet, being at the opposite end of the head, experience the same whiplash effect. Since the shoes are laceed up, if the impact force is strong enough to knock the laces off, the fragile brain and spinal cord would likely not be able to withstand it.

"!!!" Feng Zixuan understood as well.

Over the years, he has encountered many motorcycle accidents, but there is probably no one who can explain them so clearly in just a few words like Luo Hao.

“Whether or not you wear a helmet for this kind of injury doesn’t make much difference, but wearing a helmet will reduce a lot of secondary injuries. During this rescue, you can observe the differences in the injuries of the two people. I have other things to do here, so please summarize and send me an email.”

"Bye."

Luo Hao hung up the phone.

"When I was young, I was called 'One-Kick,' which meant I died quickly." Feng Zixuan stopped thinking about the messy affairs of that biotech company and started gossiping with Luo Hao.

"I heard it from my uncle. He said that the power company had money back then and was among the first to get motorcycles. But very few of the motorcycle team members survived to be over 35; they were either dead or crippled."

"So there's such a thing as whiplash injury."

As Feng Zixuan spoke, he searched for "whiplash injury" on his phone. Surprisingly, there was indeed such a term.

He pulled the phone back to find the best focal length and looked at it carefully.

"At the moment of impact, the car body has a forward acceleration. Due to the obstruction of the backrest and the inertia of the head, the torso and chest move forward and tend to lift up, while the head moves horizontally backward, resulting in an inverted "S" shape with the lower part of the cervical spine extending and the upper part bending. Subsequently, the head continues to tilt backward, and the entire neck extends."

"Heh." Luo Hao chuckled. "Just knowing that such a thing exists is enough."

“That’s true,” Feng Zixuan said. “I’ve also heard that people who lose their shoes usually don’t survive. I used to think, like Xiao Miao, that it was just superstition and that the injured person’s shoelaces weren’t tied properly.”

"Director Feng, have you examined the injured person's shoes?"

“?!” Feng Zixuan shook his head.

"I observed six cases. The shoes could withstand a lot of force. I put myself in their shoes; if I pulled hard on the shoelaces, they probably wouldn't break. But a person's neck..."

Luo Hao made a neck twisting motion in mid-air, as nimbly as a special forces soldier in a movie.

"It takes less force than breaking a shoelace, and it's actually quite simple once you find the right spot."

"Is Xiao Miao at Peking Union Medical College Hospital?"

"Yes, school is about to start, so I'll be helping out in the emergency room for a while. Xiao Miao is a talented child, and she's also very hardworking and diligent."

"And he was lucky. I heard that he went to your department with his luggage before the Lunar New Year and happened to run into some kind of patient."

"Madrid disease is very common, but few people pay attention to it. People don't care if they don't get tested, so very few doctors know about it."

As the two were talking, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the door.

A shrill female voice burst into a tirade, as if she had suffered a tremendous injustice. Incongruous with the person's appearance and age, Feng Zixuan felt as if he had been transported back to the alleyway of his childhood, where a shrew was hurling insults.

They'd start yelling and cursing, and then they'd take off their shirts.

Feng Zixuan frowned slightly, got up, pushed open the door, and looked over.

Mr. Lü and his assistant had already left. The woman was pointing her finger at Director Tang and cursing him like a ferocious beast.

That's incredibly rude, and they act with complete recklessness.

In such situations, the biotech company's representatives usually need to contact the hospital to ask them to appease the patient's family and settle the matter with tenfold compensation to avoid any public outcry.

If anything goes wrong, it's not something that can be fixed with just 100,000 or 200,000.

But the Mr. Lü and his assistant seemed fearless, displaying arrogance and hurling insults at each other upon meeting.

Feng Zixuan did not get angry, but instead cautiously watched President Lü's back.

"I'll check on their company." Luo Hao also saw this scene and whispered to Feng Zixuan, "There might be something wrong with the company. Either they're growing bigger and bigger, or they think they can use lawsuits to delay paying compensation after the fire."

Is this reasonable?

“Many company bosses cut corners on their employees’ pay like this,” Luo Hao said. “A few days ago, a senior colleague in the group said he had treated an external injury and withheld 600 yuan from a newly hired employee. The employee stabbed him five times, and he was already dead when he arrived at the hospital.”

"Hmm." Feng Zixuan frowned.

"There's another thing. The employees set the factory on fire. I won't even mention the extent of the losses, but we've lost all our orders," Luo Hao said.

Feng Zixuan shook his head and remained silent.

"Director Feng." Director Tang came to report the situation.

It turned out that he had been subtly suggesting that the compensation be paid as soon as possible, but he hadn't even mentioned increasing the percentage. Then, Mr. Lü flew into a rage and stormed off.

"I think they have powerful backers," Director Tang whispered his opinion. "This is to give face to our First Affiliated Hospital of Medical University or Director Guo, and then..."

Feng Zixuan glanced at Luo Hao out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that Luo Hao had no intention of speaking, he felt a little more at ease, but also somewhat disappointed.

"That's settled then. We've done our best," Feng Zixuan said.

"Director Feng, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

"Row."

After watching Luo Hao leave, Feng Zixuan returned to his office with a sense of helplessness.

He didn't bother to look up the other company, because many companies are just shell companies, and only professionals would know what kind of background they have.

I have done my best in this matter, or rather, I am powerless to do so. Let the patient's family pursue the matter themselves.

How much money they can get is up to them.

As for Director Guo, Feng Zixuan had no intention of protecting him. He was the one who caused all the trouble, so he had to clean up his own mess.

However, Luo Hao showed no signs of youthful spirit whatsoever, which was rather strange and contrary to Feng Zixuan's expectations.

He also sent Meng Liangren a message, subtly asking what Luo Hao was doing. Knowing that Luo Hao went to the research institute at the university after get off work as if nothing had happened, Feng Zixuan felt a little disappointed.

That's the logic, but...

I'm off work and going home.

Before leaving, Feng Zixuan glanced at the computer.

A bright red warning appeared on the screen.

Huh? Whose medical record is this with a problem? Feng Zixuan recognized this warning icon; it meant there was an unqualified medical record, possibly even a Class C record that could lead to medical disputes.

He suppressed his anger and did not doubt AI's judgment.

Feng Zixuan was just wondering who had actually written a Class C medical record! He was in a bad mood these past few days, and he even wanted to drag their head doctor over to give him a lecture.

After opening the window, Feng Zixuan was stunned after taking a couple of glances.

He's a hematology patient. Judging from his age and the timeline, he should be the leukemia patient who had his umbilical cord blood donated at birth.

AI called the police? Was it Luo Hao who did it?

Feng Zixuan took out his phone, his finger hovering over the screen. Luo Hao's name was at the top of the recent contacts list; a simple tap would connect him to the call.

However, his thumb stopped a few millimeters from the screen, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Feng Zixuan hesitated for a moment, then instead of dialing Luo Hao's number, he opened the electronic medical record system quickly and hastily, as if he were sulking with himself.

The cold light from the screen shone on his face, making the dark circles under his eyes even more pronounced. The medical records scrolled rapidly under his fingertips—admission records, examination reports, surgical consent forms—each page was so neatly arranged it looked as if it had been measured with a ruler, not even a single punctuation mark could be found wrong.

The internal medicine medical records are still very standardized, especially recently with the introduction of AI to review medical records. Internal medicine doctors have increased the standardization of their medical record writing, making it difficult for Feng Zixuan to find any problems.

It's difficult to even nitpick.

It's okay, there's nothing wrong with the medical records.

Feng Zixuan was a little puzzled and called over "Xiao Meng".

"Xiao Meng, there's a medical record in the hematology department. Did you call the police?" Feng Zixuan asked.

"Yes," Xiao Meng answered readily.

That's the good thing about AI robots; they say what they mean and don't lie, just like the Trisolarans.

"I see no problem with the medical records. What was your basis for reporting to the police?" Feng Zixuan asked.

“The medical record writing is indeed fine, but the past medical history is brief and the medical history input is not compliant,” “Xiao Meng” replied. “So I issued an alarm.”

"!!!"

Feng Zixuan was quick-witted and immediately realized that Luo Hao had done this.

But what use are these hands and feet?
Medical records are written for the doctor to read, as well as for the patient and their family.

If you go to court, they will indeed check your medical records. Do they expect to describe your past medical history?
Feng Zixuan's mind raced; he found nothing that needed to be changed.

And there doesn't seem to be any downside to doing this; at least when it comes to lawsuits, medical records need to be reviewed, and your own medical records will be fine.

Professor Luo is just doing something to vent his anger.

"This is too ridiculous!" Feng Zixuan thought of the absurd parts and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The entire court officials wept from night until dawn, and from dawn until night again. Could they possibly cry Dong Zhuo to death?

Ronaldinho has a rather absurd feeling about this.

Feng Zixuan shook his head and sighed, "I understand."

"Director Feng, I suggest revising the medical records and strengthening the description of past medical history," "Xiao Meng" suggested.

"okay, I get it."

Feng Zixuan ignored him and went home after get off work.

But the next morning, when he arrived at the office and turned on his computer, a huge, bright red warning sign appeared on the screen.

"!!!"

Feng Zixuan was stunned.

He and Luo Hao did not communicate or exchange ideas about this matter, and it was obvious that the huge red logo meant that Luo Hao had expressed his dissatisfaction.

That kid is really something.

Feng Zixuan was both amused and exasperated.

What does that biotech company that produces umbilical cord blood have to do with me? Why is it taking its anger out on me?

Feng Zixuan smiled helplessly, opened it and glanced at it; it was indeed the same medical record.

He considered making the call, but hesitated and ultimately didn't.

"Fine, I'll just go along with Xiao Luo this once," Feng Zixuan thought to himself.

Luo Hao was usually very respectful to him, and he could tolerate Luo Hao's occasional outbursts of temper.

He called the head of the hematology department to his office, showed him the AI ​​alarm footage, and spoke in a way that favored Luo Hao.

The matter was easy to handle; it would just involve adding a few entries to the medical record. However, Luo Hao was being far too arrogant, making Feng Zixuan feel like a wronged wife caught in the middle. Feng Zixuan was somewhat displeased.

The head of the hematology department went back and diligently revised the medical records. In less than three hours, the alarm disappeared.

When Feng Zixuan reviewed the medical records again, he found that objective descriptions had been added, including tracing back to previous medical records from more than ten years ago, and the current situation where umbilical cord blood was needed for stem cell therapy but the umbilical cord blood had been lost.

What's the point of this!
Feng Zixuan was somewhat displeased.

But as the day was about to end, there was a hurried knock on the door.

"Go in," Feng Zixuan said.

A familiar figure appeared; the arrogant General Manager Lü, who had been unruly just a day before, now wore a smirk.

Mr. Lü's once arrogant face was now flushed red, like a steamed bun soaked in rainwater. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and gathered into a glistening watermark on his chin.

His lips twitched unnaturally, as if pulled by invisible threads. The forced smile he managed was more like a grimace, revealing two rows of teeth yellowed from years of smoking and drinking.

What's going on here?
Feng Zixuan paused for a moment, thinking of Luo Hao, the AI ​​alarm, and the altered medical records.

But what's the use of those things?

I can still picture the arrogance on his face when he came to the First Affiliated Hospital of China Medical University yesterday; he looks completely different now.

Mr. Lü's eyes were unfocused, his whites were bloodshot, and his eyelids blinked rapidly and nervously, like a frog being exposed to strong light.

His once meticulously combed slicked-back hair now slumped down, with a few greasy strands sticking to his forehead, trembling slightly with his rapid breathing.

He gripped the hem of his suit jacket, which was now crumpled like pickled vegetables, tightly with his right hand, while his left hand kept stroking the dial of his Patek Philippe watch, his fingertips slipping on the glass surface several times.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down at an astonishing speed, and the collar of his shirt was soaked with sweat, through which one could vaguely see a gold chain bouncing with his pulse.

As he tried to speak, his lips trembled a few times, then suddenly tightened, the sound squeezed out between his teeth sounding like it was being rubbed with sandpaper: "Director Feng, Director Feng, I was wrong yesterday, I was wrong."

He pronounced the title "Director Feng" in a broken, fragmented way, the last syllable disappearing into another wave of cold sweat.

At that moment, he looked like a tiger with its teeth pulled out; even the expensive brooch on his suit looked dull and gray.

"???"

Feng Zixuan was stunned.

“We have an internal contradiction among the people, and we’re just a small company,” General Manager Lü explained with a mournful face. “The fire was an objective fact, and I admit my mistake, isn’t that enough?”

"What nonsense is this? It's all gibberish," Feng Zixuan frowned as he looked at President Lü.

He came alone today, without his assistant.

Feng Zixuan really wanted to kick a man when he was down, but he was also very curious about what had happened to make this arrogant and condescending CEO Lü apologize.

"Come in and talk." Feng Zixuan turned around and sat down, looking at President Lü with curiosity.

"Director Feng, please be lenient." General Manager Lü kept bowing deeply.

Mr. Lü was bent over, like a rusty marionette, each bow accompanied by the cracking sound of his spine unable to bear the weight.

His expensive suit was now wrinkled like a rag, and the back of the suit jacket lifted with his movements, revealing the hem of his sweat-soaked shirt.

Feng Zixuan could even hear the clattering sound coming from his knees, like two dry branches rubbing against each other.

Mr. Lü's palms were pressed tightly against his trouser seams, his knuckles white, and the bulging veins on the back of his hands looked like several twisted earthworms. When he bowed for the third time, a bead of sweat on his forehead splattered onto the floor, splashing into a small water droplet on the gleaming marble surface.

Every time he bent over, the fat on his neck would pile up into several unsightly wrinkles, and the big gold chain would appear and disappear among the wrinkles, making him look like a golden toad that was about to suffocate.

Even the expensive cologne he sprayed couldn't mask the sour smell emanating from his body—a disheveled stench of fear, sweat, and hairspray mixed together.

When General Manager Lü finally straightened up, his flushed face looked like an overripe tomato, as if it might roll off his neck at any moment.

This?
"Mr. Lü, what exactly happened?" Feng Zixuan asked Mr. Lü in confusion.

"Director Feng, we didn't keep the previous cord blood; we just threw it away," General Manager Lü said with difficulty. "As you know, the cost of preserving cord blood is quite high, and we had no other choice."

"???"

What does this have to do with me? Feng Zixuan was even more confused.

Does Mr. Lü really know what he's saying?

"Director Feng, we really did not leak domestic genetic sample information to foreigners."

A flash of lightning struck Feng Zixuan's mind.

He recalled the incident in the county town where the Brahman family had damaged "Little Meng" and then tried to besiege Zhuang Yan.

It seemed the final charges were extremely serious, and Feng Zixuan, curious, watched the whole thing unfold.

It was Luo Hao who made the move!
It must be Luo Hao!

This scoundrel likes to use righteousness to intimidate people. He usually talks about internal contradictions among the people, but once those contradictions become unsolvable, he turns them into contradictions between the enemy and ourselves.

Although this Mr. Lü is an ant, at most a proud ant, the people behind him may not be easy to deal with.

As for it?
Hundreds of thoughts flashed through Feng Zixuan's mind in an instant, a jumbled mess.

"Director Feng, please be lenient."

"Mr. Lü, please have a seat." Knowing he was in deep trouble, Feng Zixuan said calmly, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm just the head of the medical affairs department at the First Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University. It's the provincial capital, you know. A department head is just a nobody. I don't even have any influence in our hospital. My words don't even make a sound. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Although Feng Zixuan spoke in a somewhat flippant manner, he completely absolved himself of any responsibility.

As for the rest, they were not important to Feng Zixuan.

"Director Feng, my boss said it might be your medical record..."

"Medical records!"

As expected, it was the medical records that caused the incident. Feng Zixuan was startled, but he remained calm on the surface.

(End of this chapter)