Chapter 241 - 161: You’re Trying to Challenge a King of the Grind?

Chapter 241: Chapter 161: You’re Trying to Challenge a King of the Grind?

"But..."

"No ’buts.’ Get back to work."

Jiang He pulled open the conference room door and walked out.

Walking along the corridor that connected to the wards, he watched the sky gradually darken outside and couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion.

Things in the real world were indeed far more complicated than they were at school.

At Southern Medical University, everyone’s squabbles were over rankings in skill competitions, or who the department beauty liked, or who had a secret crush on whom.

Take Xu Chen, for example—a top student in the eight-year program who saw him as a rival. The moment he witnessed a true life-or-death rescue, he was able to instantly let go of his prejudice and undergo a transformation.

The competition within the ivory tower was, for the most part, pure and even endearing.

But the moment you stepped into the working world, you immediately ran into people like Ma Huaide.

They didn’t care if your medical skills could save lives or if your research could change the future. All they cared about were their own vested interests, and they were always ready to use you as a pawn in their political games.

This was why so many medical students who excelled in the ivory tower felt like they were hitting a wall everywhere and couldn’t acclimate once they entered the workforce.

It was because they thought too highly of the world and the people in it.

Jiang He, however, wasn’t bothered.

’Let them be as strong as they wish; it is but a cool breeze on a mountaintop.’

All their schemes and targeted attacks were insignificant in the face of absolute strength.

Besides, not only did he possess twenty years of clinical experience from the future, but he also had the backing of the fiercely protective Director Yang Xu, the appreciative Dean Chen, and even Director-General Lin Zhenhua from the provincial department.

If they came at him with intellect, they couldn’t beat his papers and data. If they came at him with force, they couldn’t touch a hair on his head.

To put it jokingly, he was already invincible...

...

He might have thought that, but he hadn’t expected Ma Huaide to move so quickly.

That evening, during shift change.

The chief resident, who was in charge of coordinating the department’s bed assignments, approached Jiang He with a duty roster, a somewhat awkward expression on his face.

"Jiang He, the Medical Affairs Office sent a last-minute notice this afternoon. They said since you’re so capable and already have your practicing license, you won’t be scheduled according to the rules for interns or junior rotating doctors. They’ve... added a bit to your burden for this month’s patient management tasks."

As the chief resident spoke, he handed over a printed bed assignment sheet.

Jiang He took the sheet and glanced at it.

Normally, a doctor in charge of patients in the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department at Affiliated Hospital No. 1 would be responsible for about six to eight beds.

This workload ensured the quality of medical care while also giving doctors time to review literature and write medical records.

But on Jiang He’s sheet, a staggering 15 beds were listed.

It was double the usual number.

The reason given was that between Jiang He and Meng Shiyu, the two of them working at full capacity could handle 15 beds.

Meng Shiyu leaned over to look and almost couldn’t stop herself from cursing.

It wasn’t just about the number.

All the patients on the list were the type who required immense physical effort for dressing changes and nursing care.

This wasn’t a case of ’the more capable do more work’—this was clearly an attempt to work Jiang He like a beast of burden.

"Teacher Jiang..." Meng Shiyu asked, "What... what are we going to do?"

The chief resident also looked helpless. "Jiang He, I really couldn’t stop this. How about... I secretly take two beds off your hands?"

"No need. Thank you, Chief."

Jiang He folded the sheet and put it in the pocket of his white coat. "We’ll stick to this schedule. If the Medical Affairs Office thinks we can handle it, then we’ll handle it."

The chief resident stared for a moment, looking at Jiang He’s calm face. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then closed it, ultimately just sighing, patting Jiang He’s shoulder, and hurrying off.

Meng Shiyu said, "Teacher Jiang, you’re really accepting this? I... I’m afraid I can’t even manage seven beds..."

"Don’t worry. I’m here."

Jiang He stuck his hands in his pockets and said leisurely, "Let’s go. Time to meet our new patients."

Ma Huaide had miscalculated one thing.

He thought he could use this massive clinical workload to torture a student fresh out of school to the point of collapse.

But he had no idea how Jiang He had fought his way through the clinical trenches in his previous life.

When you try to crush the king of the grind—a man who survived twenty years of the rat race in a top-tier hospital—with a heavy workload, you’ve made a grave mistake.

—Damn it, the king of the grind would kill for more beds!

For Jiang He, these 15 beds were an opportunity to further expand his practical experience, re-hone his surgical touch, and solidify his position in the hospital.

Why wouldn’t he be happy to do it?

At 8:00 PM, Jiang He was pushing a dressing cart toward Bed 25.

"Sir, I’m here to change your dressing."

He put on a pair of sterile gloves and deftly unwrapped the dressing on the patient’s abdomen.

The exposed wound was shocking to behold, with four drainage tubes surrounded by seeping, turbid fluid.

Meng Shiyu stood to the side, fighting back her discomfort.

But she saw Jiang He calmly pick up a pair of smooth forceps, grip a cotton ball soaked in hydrogen peroxide, and begin to clean the wound.

"Meng Shiyu, pay attention to the characteristics of the drainage fluid."

Jiang He continued to work, not forgetting to teach her at the same time:

"This is a double-lumen cannula, mainly for continuous irrigation. The irrigation speed can’t be too fast, or it will cause the patient abdominal distension and pain. Look at the fluid being withdrawn from this tube—it contains flocculent necrotic tissue, which means the source of infection in the abdominal cavity hasn’t been fully localized yet."

His movements were extremely fast and precise.

Cleaning, disinfecting, placing a new drainage strip, covering with sterile gauze, and securing it.

The entire complex dressing change was completed by Jiang He in under fifteen minutes, cleanly and efficiently.

"Sir, is your stomach feeling less bloated today?" Jiang He asked as he removed his gloves and tossed them into the medical waste bin.

"Yes... it’s much better. Thank you, Doctor," the patient replied weakly.

"Get some rest."

Leaving the room, Jiang He headed straight for the next one.