When the Doctor Uses A Hack

The man sighed upon hearing about the need for a liver transplant.

"Brother Wang is such a good person!"

The woman forced a bitter smile and said, "It's nothing. As long as he's okay, we can always earn money again!"

"By the way, Dagan, do you need something?"

The man's eyes lit up, and he quickly replied:

"Sister-in-law, I need to tell you something, but promise you won't get upset."

"Brother Wang has always wanted to compete for the supervisor position, right? The manager knows Brother Wang's personality, so he often orders him around. Brother Wang is just too honest!"

"Last month, the manager told Brother Wang to handle a personal accident insurance policy. He said it was just to help out, but honestly, it was because his brother-in-law sells insurance and wanted to close some business!"

"Brother Wang really had no choice. He gritted his teeth and bought it!"

"It's over twenty thousand yuan a year, and he borrowed the money from me."

"Of course, sister-in-law… I'm not here to ask for money today. I just wanted to tell you that this accident should qualify for compensation, and the payout should be substantial!"

The woman was completely stunned upon hearing Dagan's words!

After hanging up the phone, she quickly began searching, rummaging through the house for half an hour before she found it!

Her husband usually only hid things in a few specific places.

When she opened the contract and finished reading it, the woman suddenly burst into tears.

It truly felt like the heavens had paved a way for them!

She never expected…

She truly never expected this!

The husband who was bullied by his manager every day… actually pulled through…

Thinking of this, she immediately called the insurance company.

The person on the other end was polite when answering her call.

After confirming everything several times, the woman finally understood: she didn't need to sell the house anymore, and the money for her husband's treatment was covered!

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Monday morning at 7:20 a.m.

Chen Cang had just entered the office when Old Ma handed over a fancy packaged lunchbox, leaving Chen Cang momentarily stunned.

"What's this about?"

Old Ma replied, "Breakfast! Didn't I tell you yesterday? I'll take care of you!"

That one sentence caused Zhang Yuan, who had just taken a sip of milk, to spit it out in laughter.

Only then did Chen Cang recall the promise from the day before. He quickly washed his hands and opened the lunchbox.

Seeing the crystal-clear dumplings inside, Chen Cang's eyes lit up. He picked one up with his chopsticks and took a bite, immediately greeted by a fragrant aroma.

The seafood flavor blossomed on his taste buds, completely disarming the last ounce of resistance in Chen Cang.

Chen Cang was ecstatic, "Damn, what kind of filling is this? It's so delicious!"

Old Ma answered, "Lobster filling."

Faced with such opulence, Chen Cang was determined to eat his way into putting Old Ma out of pocket.

"What's for dinner tonight? Can I take some to-go?"

Old Ma sighed nonchalantly, "Doesn't matter. My family's chef made this anyway."

Chen Cang grew curious!

How did Old Ma go from being stingy to this level of transformation?

"Did you win the lottery or something?"

Old Ma snorted, "I just apologized to my wife! I ruined one of her skirts recently, so we were in a cold war. Now she's talking about wanting a second child, and all is well again."

After hearing this, Chen Cang immediately felt uneasy about skirts and decided to keep quiet.

Later in the morning, Chen Cang called Gao Ronghua to check on Wang Dong's condition—he still hadn't regained consciousness.

However, the insurance company paid a visit to verify the situation.

It turns out Wang Dong had purchased a fairly expensive insurance policy, which would cover most of his medical expenses.

Upon hearing this news, Chen Cang's expression brightened as joy swept over him.

Insurance reimbursement—this truly was good news.

Sometimes, Chen Cang pondered a question.

If one day, patients could receive treatment without paying, and doctors were provided with excellent benefits, would they be truly happy?

Old Ma's answer was: "No!"

Later in the morning, Chen Cang gathered the Marfan Syndrome team.

It was time to start planning this week's work lineup.

Last week's live-streamed surgery had garnered excellent feedback, and increasingly more people started paying attention to it.

After convening everyone in the office, Chen Cang entered the room.

Looking at the group, he said, "Starting this week, we need to speed up the progress of surgeries."

"Don't slack off. For major vascular surgeries, the key lies in vascular anastomosis. Improving both speed and precision in anastomosis is the key to patient survival."

"There will be weekly evaluations. The person who comes in first this week will personally be taught by me the Chen-designed Elephant Trunk Stent surgery technique. Everyone, give it your all."

Upon hearing these words, excitement instantly filled the room.

The Elephant Trunk Stent technique!

This was currently the top domestic approach in thoracoabdominal aortic replacement surgeries, designed to reduce mortality rates.

If one mastered this technique, it could open doors at countless hospitals, making them a sought-after expert wherever they went.

Though the claim sounded somewhat exaggerated, it genuinely represented a significant breakthrough in the field.

In the realm of aortic dissection surgery, this was undoubtedly a prized asset!

The room buzzed with exhilaration.

Even the usually nonchalant Teacher Meng found her breathing quickening slightly.

She glanced over at Chen Cang, pondering if there might be another way to acquire this technique, perhaps by…

But Chen Cang's sharp glance immediately crushed Teacher Meng's daydream.

Left with no choice, Teacher Meng sighed internally: Hmph! Such an unappreciative man!

From afternoon to evening, there were four surgeries scheduled.

The team was split into two groups.

Naturally, Chen Cang took on supervision personally.

Meanwhile, a phone call came in.

"Professor Chen, hello, I'm Tan Zhengyang, the editor-in-chief of *New Compilation of Chinese Cardiovascular Surgery*."

Having just finished a surgery, Chen Cang picked up the phone, took a seat, and asked curiously, "Oh! Chief Editor Tan, hello. Is there something I can help you with?"

Tan Zhengyang couldn't help but chuckle, "Professor Chen, I'm sure you've heard of our journal. We'd like to invite you to join us as a member of the editorial board of *New Compilation of Chinese Cardiovascular Surgery*."

Chen Cang froze briefly, held the phone closer, and felt slightly embarrassed.

Truth be told, he didn't even know this journal existed.

Covering the phone, he turned to Xu Ziming and asked, "Director Xu, have you heard of *New Compilation of Chinese Cardiovascular Surgery*? What kind of journal is it?"

Xu Ziming frowned slightly before explaining, "It's a relatively new journal with official backing. It split off from *Chinese Cardiovascular Journal*."

"Why, Professor Chen?"

Chen Cang whispered back, "Its editor-in-chief, Tan Zhengyang, invited me to join their editorial board."

Xu Ziming chuckled, "Rising tides lift all boats. Journals often seek reputable experts for their boards. But… just an editorial board position? That's a bit stingy."

Chen Cang laughed, "Should I accept?"

He Zhiqian nodded, "Absolutely. Editorial board roles are mostly honorary. Occasionally, they'll ask for an article, but you can have your students write one instead."

"Typically, board members are director-level, and their students have research requirements to publish papers. Being on the editorial board makes submission and publication much easier."

Chen Cang finally understood.

"I don't have to personally write articles, right?"

Xu Ziming quipped, "If you want to write something, I'm sure they won't stop you!"