It was fitting for the Dean to react so quickly; his words hit the nail on the head, far better than that Party Secretary who was merely here for a prestigious, superficial stint. If the Secretary hadn't happened to be at the hospital, Professor Hu wouldn't have bothered calling him; he only included him because, as a major hospital leader, it felt inappropriate not to invite him to such a critical matter.

“Actually, today wasn't just one patient presenting this way. Afterward, we inquired, and the doctors who handled the other surgeries all said their operations went exceptionally smoothly—the patients had already been managed; all that was needed was setting the bones and treating the external wounds!”

Wang Yong added another point: many doctors today admitted these were the most comfortable surgeries they had ever performed. Today’s operations felt as if they were simply waiting for them to execute, without any worry or complication; everything progressed naturally, as if by design. It even gave them a surprisingly simple feeling, as easy as bandaging a wound. Surgery, of course, could never be that simple, but this time the procedures flowed so smoothly that even they were astonished, as if the patients’ bodies had already prepared themselves for the operations beforehand. To use an inapt analogy, it was like playing basketball: you extend your hand, catch the ball right away, and with a casual flick, the shot sails perfectly into the hoop. Surgery isn't like that, but the sensation was identical.

“If it were just one patient, one might dismiss it. But every single patient was like this—that is not simple. The person who handled the patients on site is a formidable master!” Liu Zhen tapped the table lightly, speaking thoughtfully.

“I have no interest in whether this person is a master or not. I only want to know how he achieved it, especially with the surgery I performed today—a situation I have never even heard of before!” Professor Hu spoke slowly, as this was the crucial reason he had summoned the Dean. The patient in their surgery, arguably, had the most severe injuries; at the very beginning, even he felt the man was doomed, but upon actually operating, he realized that wasn't the case at all. Not only was the man not doomed, but even without surgery, he would have been fine. At most, there would have been a disability resulting from an anomaly during natural bone growth; the external trauma alone was no longer fatal. A critical injury on the verge of death resulting in such an outcome—it was no wonder that an old professor like Hu couldn't make sense of it; anyone would have been baffled.

“I understand what you mean. Leave this matter to me; I will initiate an investigation!” Liu Zhen tapped the table again; this matter was indeed quite peculiar, and he understood why Professor Hu placed such importance on it, even calling them up in the dead of night.

“Dean, the most important thing is how all of this was done. This is an excellent subject. If we can seize this opportunity, it could bring the hospital to another level of ascent!” Professor Hu reminded him, and Wang Yong nodded in agreement beside him.

“Rest assured, I know what needs to be done!” Liu Zhen said firmly, a sense of anticipation stirring within him now. Professor Hu and Wang Yong weren't focused on the supposed ‘master’; what they truly desired was the methodology—how this person managed to treat the severely injured patients so quickly on-site following the accident, without any proper equipment. He even managed to resolve the patients’ crises right there. For them, this was the key point. As a renowned professor of surgery and a leading surgical physician, Professor Hu deeply understood the implications of these findings. If they could truly study and derive these principles, it would not be an exaggeration to say it could save countless lives in the future. Many traffic accidents result in fatalities simply because on-site management is poor, and by the time the victims reach the hospital, they are gone. Or, poor initial field treatment exacerbates the condition, leading to unsuccessful resuscitation at the hospital. These are regrets, and what they discovered today was an opportunity to resolve such regrets. It was little wonder that someone like Professor Hu was so earnest, dragging the Dean out of bed in the middle of the night.

Zhang Yang had no idea they were plotting to use him. He was still sound asleep in the ward right now. None of them had left last night. Wang Chen was in the ICU, while Li Ya and Huang Hai were both in the special care unit. These people all required attention. Long Cheng and Zhang Yang were with Li Ya, while Su Zhantao and Yang Ling were attending to Huang Hai. Wang Chen had no one assigned, as the doctors had not allowed their people near him; for now, nurses were keeping an eye on him. Zhang Yang was slightly perplexed by this arrangement. Wang Chen did not need to be in the ICU; all his vital signs were stable, and he should have been moved to a regular ward by now. The current Wang Chen, apart from his rather dramatic appearance, was fine. However, since the hospital had made the arrangements, he didn't press the matter. Having been a doctor in his previous life, he held great respect for the hospital's decisions.

The next morning, Zhang Yang and Long Cheng went to the ICU to check on Wang Chen's condition. This time, the doctors finally did not stop them, allowing the two inside for a look. However, they were only given ten minutes. This patient had been specifically arranged by the Dean and Professor Hu, so the staff dared not violate protocol. After carefully examining Wang Chen, Zhang Yang’s heart finally settled. The hospital’s treatment was excellent. Zhang Yang could tell that the doctor who performed the surgery on Wang Chen was highly experienced; this meant Wang Chen’s recovery speed could be even faster, as the quality of the initial surgery directly impacts how quickly one recovers. Since Wang Chen was alright, Zhang Yang no longer questioned the hospital's arrangements; staying in the ICU was ultimately more beneficial for Wang Chen, as the facility offered the best hardware conditions available.

In the late morning, Zhang Yang accompanied Long Cheng out. After yesterday’s incident, their cars were still abandoned at the scene. The two needed to deal with these vehicles; they couldn't leave them there, as discovery by reporters would cause massive trouble. The sooner these items were dealt with, the tighter the lid the authorities could keep on the whole affair. Long Cheng called for a tow truck from Wang Laowu's Repair Shop, and all three cars were hauled away. Huang Hai's car could be repaired and used again, but Li Ya's was questionable; his car could also be fixed, but the repair cost would be so high it might as well buy a new one. As for Wang Chen's vehicle, it could be declared scrap immediately. Gu Fang also brought his men to tow their cars away. While the towing was happening, Long Cheng encountered Gu Fang. The two exchanged a look; this time, neither targeted the other, nor did they mention the previous bet. They were now companions in misfortune, two brothers sharing a plight. If they hadn't been competing so fiercely, leading their crews in a street race, this tragedy might not have happened. Both Wang Chen and Shao Yuping had come along intending to support them in the competition.

“Dean, we found out!” At Baotuo Hospital, in the Dean’s office, someone rushed in excitedly—it was the Director of Hospital Administration, a very agile individual. Liu Zhen had taken Professor Hu’s concerns seriously yesterday and had already arranged for this person to conduct a thorough investigation first thing in the morning, uncovering all the detailed circumstances of the accident site. Since the injured were all in their hospital, with their friends and family nearby, they represented the best opportunity for gathering intelligence. However, these individuals were clearly reticent about yesterday’s events. When the Director used subtle probing, he met with suspicion. He eventually switched tactics, paying off one of the injured friends’ female companions to extract information. Since the Dean considered this matter vital, the Director naturally dedicated himself to it; the hospital would cover the expenses anyway. There was no written report, only verbal testimony. The Director of Administration was an excellent speaker; he organized the intelligence he gathered and recounted it vividly.

“After those people were brought here, our staff immediately began the rescue efforts. We have our capable people to thank for saving them in the end!” After presenting his report, the Director didn't forget to praise their hospital; praising the hospital was, in a small way, flattering the Dean—a tiny bit of sycophancy. Seeing the Dean deep in thought, he let out a soft sigh and added, “I heard the value of the cars wrecked yesterday exceeded ten million yuan. These young masters are truly wasteful. If ten million were sponsored to our hospital, imagine how much we could accomplish!” He spoke these words with a look of regret on his face. The pity was, that wasn't what he was truly thinking. He was contemplating how wonderful it would be if that ten million were his; he wouldn't have to work another day, as the interest alone could support him for life.

“I understand. You can leave now!” Liu Zhen finally raised his head and spoke softly. The Director of Administration paused slightly, then promptly followed the Dean’s instructions and left. He was someone Liu Zhen had promoted. Liu Zhen had chosen him for this position precisely because he was clever and knew how to talk. For a strong-willed Dean, the Director of Administration needed to be someone obedient. Liu Zhen thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and called Professor Hu. He hadn't registered the Director’s final lament; his mind was still fixed on the earlier information. Through detailed inquiries, they finally knew everything: someone had indeed provided initial treatment to the patients at the accident scene. The person treating the patients was a very young man, rumored to be a friend of the accident victims. He treated the patient with the most severe injuries first—the one from Professor Hu’s surgery. A female companion who had come with the young masters witnessed everything Zhang Yang did. She sold what she saw to this Director of Administration for five thousand yuan of pocket money. For five thousand yuan, she recounted every detail of what she had witnessed yesterday.

“Acupuncture? Can it achieve all that?” Liu Zhen’s brow furrowed deeply. According to the information gathered by the Director of Administration, the young man who rescued them first used acupuncture, covering the injured person entirely with silver needles—it looked quite terrifying at first glance. Afterward, he made the injured person consume something, and then he forcefully patted the wounded body. That woman had only been an observer; she didn't understand exactly what Zhang Yang was doing or what his goal was, only reporting what she saw. These accounts, when they reached Liu Zhen’s ears, became profoundly confusing. Even Traditional Chinese Medicine had no protocol for treating severe car accident patients this way; this was primarily external trauma. The information gathered completely exceeded his expectations. At this point, his only option was to call Professor Hu over, convey this new intelligence, and hear his opinion.

Third update, this chapter is slightly late, friends, please forgive me. Ten extra chapters added, plus the guaranteed minimum means twelve chapters total—starting now!