“ step!Stepped!Stepped . . .

With a slightly messy footsteps in the corridor, the original silent atmosphere in the ward was thus broken in vain.However, for those who are already familiar with the environment, these footsteps are the most anticipated sound of their daily life.

When a group of doctors in white coats slowly walked into the ward, it was Professor Namura, the authority of cardiac surgery at the Central Hospital of Tokyo, and those who followed him were his subordinates and students.At this moment, those who saw the staff of Professor Nemura in the corridor, all of them stood by the side of the corridor, bowing their heads and respectfully saluted the inner village.Professor Naimura, but did not have time to pay attention to these unrelated people's respect for themselves, he kept asking the assistants and subordinates behind him all the way about various problems about the patient's situation, and at the same time looking for opportunities to examine the real level of the students.

"What about the patient who is about to undergo a clinical trial, and I don't want to cause any unnecessary trouble with the operation due to preoperative negligence these days," he said.

“I understand, I’ll watch more, please be sure!”

Hearing the subordinates respectfully replied, Inner Chun Tuo was only satisfied with the nod.Only when he saw that he walked into the first ward, and then stood in front of the patient without expression, and as soon as he reached out, someone handed the patient's case to his hand.

"This is a case of patients who are ready to implement a heart bridge, and all the signs are relatively stable at present, and you can have surgery at any time!"

“It’s just a heart bridge, this... I don’t need my knife myself!”

“Professor, this...”

The subordinate saw that Professor Nemura intended to refuse directly in front of the patient, so he hurried to the Professor of Neimura's ear and whispered to him:

"Teacher, this patient is the wife of the president of Fuji Heavy Industry, but the director explained that you are assigned to the master knife personally..."

“Oh, that’s not possible!When is my surgery?”

“It’s been six months, you mean...”

“When this clinical trial is over, find a time to arrange for me.”

“Oh, hey, it’s hard for you!”

“No way, isn’t it because you’re not an instrument?”

"Hi, I'm so sorry you've cultivated for many years, and you will work harder!"

“Hurry up, Mr. Scully!”

...

When Professor Naimura unceremoniously reprimanded his subordinates in front of the patient, he returned the case to each other, and then walked out of the ward without even turning back.Only the patient and the subordinate who had just been reprimanded stood in the same place and respectfully sent him away.

When Namura also walked out of the ward, he was impatient to ask his relatives behind him:

"Which ward is the patient who is going to conduct clinical trials, take me over, and I want to see it with my own eyes to rest assured!"

“Oh, yeah, on this side!”

Seeing the assistant pointing to the position of ward No. 10, Professor Naimura could not help but speed up his steps, when a large group of people suddenly entered the patient's ward, the nurse who was working here stood on the side, and then respectfully saluted the Inner Village professor.

“How have you been feeling better lately?”

Professor Naimura habitually asked the patient, while reaching out to take over the cases handed over by subordinates, when he opened the case to check the patient's values, Professor Naimura's forehead could not help but tighten up.

“Professor, is there a problem?”

Seeing the look of the professor was different, Dr. Sato, who had just been reprimanded, couldn't help but ask the professor with some nervousness.

Professor Ito did not respond to Dr. Suto's question, he picked up the stethoscope in his hand, slowly walked to the patient's bedside, and then signaled the other party to do a check.Seeing that Professor Naimura had personally examined the patient, the subordinates present could not help but be surprised.

"This kind of thing, Professor Saitłł has not personally done it for years, I did not expect him to do these things in person today..."

When Professor Wasifa finally removed the stethoscope from his ear, his expression still looked a little heavy.He saw some serious instructions to the patient to rest, and then turned away from the patient's ward.

“Professor, the patient’s situation...”

“The extent to which the condition has worsened has been somewhat beyond my expectations, and it is likely that the situation will be more serious at the time of the operation.”

"Ah?"So what you mean is... whether you want to inform Professor Calais about it, say that the patient's condition has changed..."

"Don't give others trouble for the time being, I just worry that even if the operation is successful, the deterioration of the patient's condition will exceed the ability to repair the heart patch, so... I think we should still do both hands..."

“Two hands ready?Do you mean that we have to prepare for the original treatment plan at the same time?”

"Yes, although our program for this surgery is a STR stem cell transplant, but if the situation is not good, I think we have to give up this program, so ... the original aortic and aortic bow replacement still has to be prepared, you understand!" 」

"Hi, I will contact the usual equipment supplier to see if I can get the artificial aorta bow needed for surgery as soon as possible!"

“Well... that’s all!Oh yes, don't talk to Sumitomo's people, and don't say anything about it, too... don't tell me a word about it, because... it's just a backup plan that we've made just in case, and I don't want to cause any misunderstanding with the other party because of this!"

"I know, please rest assured Professor, I will do your best to do what you have to say."

...

Hearing the reply of his subordinates, Professor Ito nodded with satisfaction, and then he handed the back of the room to his trusted assistant to do it, and he returned to his office.

I can’t believe the patient’s condition will suddenly begin to deteriorate.Can't escape such a complicated operation this time?

Professor Naimura silently considered it in his heart, then he picked up the acoustic remote control on the table and opened his favorite music on weekdays.

When the melodious opera sounded in the room, Professor Naimura began to slowly close his eyes, then slowly raised his hand and took a deep breath, and the scene in front of the operating table appeared in his mind.