A Tale of Two Cities Supporting Xinjiang

Nurbahati's heart was pounding faster and faster, and the cold sweat on his palms had already soaked through his trouser legs.

During a break in Zhou Yi's explanation, he noticed that Professor Cao, who had been frowning and looking serious, had completely relaxed his brows and even slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an undisguised expression of approval.

What made him even more uneasy was that Professor Cao nodded slightly as he followed the explanation of the Book of Changes.

Unexpectedly, as Professor Zhang listened to the explanation of the I Ching, he became increasingly excited. When he saw the precise operation of the I Ching in the video, he exclaimed, "Great! Excellent! This technique is so meaningful!"

He turned to look at the hospital leaders and other experts present, his tone serious yet approving: "Traditional open mitral valve surgery involves a long incision and significant trauma. Patients will suffer from pain for more than half a month after the surgery and are prone to complications such as lung infection and poor wound healing."

Especially for elderly patients and those with underlying medical conditions, the surgical risk doubles, and postoperative recovery is also slower.

However, Xiao Zhou's technique of making a small incision on the right side minimizes trauma, reduces the patient's hospital stay by at least half, and does not affect the surgical outcome at all. This is a truly good technique that puts the patient first!

This practical new technology must be fully implemented in your hospital.

I will arrange for my team to come over and assist you in refining the technical process, striving to roll it out throughout the region as soon as possible so that more patients can benefit.

Zhang Jianguo immediately stood up, his attitude respectful: "Professor Cao, please rest assured, we will definitely take this very seriously!"

"Simply paying attention isn't enough; we need to put it into practice!"

Professor Cao clearly listed two requirements: "First, the equipment must be up to standard. You must immediately arrange for someone to purchase a batch of advanced high-definition laparoscopes and esophageal ultrasound equipment specifically for this surgery. Don't let outdated equipment hold back the technology."

Secondly, we need to quickly implement a special talent training program. Dr. Zhou is a rare gem; he has a clear mind, speaks logically, and his surgical skills are incredibly steady. He remembers the data perfectly. Such a good doctor will definitely be a backbone of our cardiac surgery field in the future. We can't let such a promising talent go to waste!

"no problem!"

After listening, the dean immediately declared, "Zhou Yi, from today onwards, you will take the lead in promoting the right-sided small incision mitral valve repair procedure."

All the doctors in the department, whether senior or junior, have to learn from you and must thoroughly understand and master this skill.

After speaking, Zhang Jianguo turned his gaze to Nurbahati, "Old Nurbahati, you are the head of the department, so you must take the lead, fully cooperate with Zhou Yi's work, and ensure that the coordination matters in the department are implemented well, so as to ensure that the technology promotion goes smoothly and without any mishaps."

As soon as he said that, Nurbahati sat in his chair, completely frozen.

Why should a department head like him learn technology from a greenhorn under his command?

Moreover, it was a small incision surgery that I had always looked down on and thought was beneath me?

If word gets out, not only will I be unable to hold my head up in the hospital, but I'll also be the subject of gossip and ridicule among my colleagues.

But no matter how frustrated or angry he felt, he dared not show it at all.

Professor Cao is his mentor and has a very high reputation in the industry, so his words carry a lot of weight; the dean also expressed his opinion on the spot, so the matter is basically a done deal.

If he dares to stand up and oppose, he will be openly going against the hospital and the experts at higher levels. At that time, not only will he lose his position as director, but it will be hard to say whether he can continue to stay in this department.

Nurbahati took several deep breaths before forcibly suppressing the anger and resentment surging in his heart.

"Okay... Since the dean and professors have made this arrangement, our department will definitely cooperate fully with Zhou Yi's work and ensure that the technology is promoted well."

That's what he said, but Nurbahati had already made a bad plan in his heart: Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi, don't be too smug.

I want to see if your so-called "good technology" can actually be successfully promoted.

Even if it were to be successfully promoted, I would never allow you to steal the limelight so easily, nor would I allow you to ride roughshod over me, the director!

As soon as the meeting ended, before the attendees had gone far, Nurbahati hurriedly stood up, walked quickly to the dean's office door, and gently knocked on the door.

"Dean, are you busy? I have something to report to you about promoting that small incision surgery."

The dean, who was busy organizing the meeting minutes, asked without looking up, "Old servant, what is it? Tell me."

Nuerbahati cleared his throat, feigning concern. "It's like this, Dean. I've thought about it carefully, and this small incision surgery on the right side seems too complicated, with many steps and a high degree of precision required."

Although Zhou Yi's skills are indeed excellent, he is still young and doesn't have much teaching experience. I'm afraid that relying on him to teach so many doctors alone won't be effective enough.

"If any crucial step isn't explained clearly, and everyone learns it incorrectly, it could lead to mistakes during surgery, delaying the patient's treatment. That would damage our hospital's reputation, and that would be a huge problem."

Seeing that the abbot had stopped what he was doing and was listening attentively, Nurbahati seized the opportunity and revealed his true purpose: "Abbot, I have a suggestion, though it may be immature. What do you think?"

Could the hospital allocate some special funds to send me and a few key doctors from my department to a large hospital in another city for a period of advanced training?

Let's learn this technology systematically, thoroughly understand its essence, and then come back.

"I'll lead the training, which will be more reliable. After all, I've been performing mitral valve surgery for many years and have a solid foundation. I'll definitely learn faster than the younger people, and my extensive teaching experience will help everyone avoid many pitfalls, making the promotion process smoother."

Nurbahati was thinking that as long as he could get the opportunity to study in another place, he could legitimately delay the department's promotion of this technology and create obstacles for Zhou Yi.

Even if they eventually learn it, they can still firmly claim the credit for "teaching and promoting" it, completely pushing the I Ching aside.

When the time comes, everyone in the hospital will remember that it was he, the department head, who took the lead in further training and promoting new technologies. Who will remember Zhou Yi, the "originator" of the I Ching?

He absolutely could not let Zhou Yi use this matter to overshadow him, and he could not allow his authority as director to be shaken in the slightest!