When the Doctor Uses A Hack

Yu Yonggang's words caught everyone's attention!

The crowd turned toward the voice, noticing that the young man indeed looked very familiar.

Whether it was his height, figure, or clothing—it all seemed distinctly familiar.

"That must be Chen Cang!" Xu Aiqing stated blankly. She was extremely familiar with Chen Cang's Metersbonwe T-shirt, Uniqlo trousers, and those sneakers—the priciest item he wore.

Who else could it be if not Chen Cang?

At this moment, everyone froze in place!

What was Chen Cang doing here?

This was the People's Hall!

And the people accompanying Chen Cang were Director Xiao from the National Health Commission, and another high-ranking official.

With this realization, everyone exchanged bewildered glances.

"What brought Chen Cang to a place like this?"

The crowd shook their heads and turned their gaze to Old Ma.

After all, Old Ma was the one most acquainted with Chen Cang among those here.

At this very moment.

Chen Cang's mind was even more divided.

A feeling as if being torn apart.

Originally, he'd thought he'd finally have a chance to excellently show off, but who would've guessed—really, who would've guessed—he'd still be overshadowed by himself.

This time, Old Ma truly surrendered.

Who else could strut into the banquet hall dressed head-to-toe in Metersbonwe and Uniqlo?

And still effortlessly rub shoulders with VIPs?

This was next-level mastery!

For a moment, Old Ma felt a bit dejected.

Right then, he caught sight of Chen Cang shaking hands with leaders from the National Health Commission.

Several people's hearts felt increasingly sour.

What kind of outrageous deed had Chen Cang done to deserve such elite recognition?

At this point, Chen Cang bid farewell to the crowd and walked towards Ma Yuehui's direction.

Smiling, he greeted them, "Director Yu, Team Leader Ma, everyone—hello!"

The group smiled back and nodded, "Young Chen, you're here too?"

Chen Cang nodded naturally, saying, "Yeah, I couldn't use my phone during dinner, so I didn't tell you all."

With that, he winked at Ma Yuehui, prompting Old Ma to grumpily turn his head away.

He—Ma Yuehui—swore never to admit defeat!

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…

After returning to the department, Chen Cang decided to begin training everyone in the Chen Method of Aortic Dissection Classification.

Time for a lesson.

For now, even though the technique hadn't yet been widely disseminated, it wouldn't be long before many became familiar with it.

By the time the 2020 AATS Cardiovascular Conference rolled around, it was certainly going to be announced—so, better to train people early.

The lunchtime drink hadn't really affected him. At most, he'd consumed the equivalent of two bottles of Huoxiang Zhengqi oral liquid.

Work was work, and surgery was surgery.

Once the procedures were over, Chen Cang called everyone over, ready to begin the training session.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Professor Chen, the police department is now looking for you," came the call from the nurse station. Yang Jie sounded slightly uneasy.

After all, this group had stormed in with an intimidating aura, and whatever they were asking about—it was confidential!

Hearing this, Chen Cang froze for a moment.

I haven't done anything illegal, have I?

While Chen Cang hesitated, a male voice materialized.

"Professor Chen, I'm Jiao Ling from the Chaoyang District Police Department. We've got a situation we'd like your help with. Could you spare some time now?"

After hearing Jiao Ling's introduction and purpose, Chen Cang let out a sigh of relief.

Jiao Ling was a deputy director at the Chaoyang District Police Bureau. The last time Chen had returned to Beijing, he'd worked with Jiao to diagnose a patient at the emergency center.

Upon hearing this, Chen asked, "Is it urgent?"

Jiao responded with a firm tone, "It's a matter of life and death."

After hearing this, Chen Cang immediately replied, "Understood. Give me a moment—I'll finish up here and head over."

After hanging up, Chen Cang looked at the twelve people in the room, unable to keep from saying:

"Today, I'm assigning you all a task—review every classification of aortic dissection when you go back."

"Starting tomorrow, I'll be teaching the aortic dissection classification system."

The group frowned slightly upon hearing this. "Aortic dissection classification?"

Apparently, Chen Cang's triumphant rundown of his aortic dissection classification at the Expo in the UAE hadn't yet made waves here.

These privileged but clueless adult children were entirely ignorant of the anxiety Anthony—the President of the World Cardiovascular Society—had suffered.

Nor were they aware of Cambell's overwhelming distress.

If word reached those people that Chen Cang was about to deliver a lecture here, they'd undoubtedly travel thousands of miles just to attend.

Chen Cang ignored their lack of response and left the operating room.

When he returned to his office, he saw four or five police officers waiting in the emergency hall. Jiao Ling was pacing back and forth, visibly uneasy.

Once Jiao spotted Chen's return, he hurried over.

"Director Jiao, hello there," Chen greeted, patting Jiao on the back.

Jiao turned, glanced at Chen Cang, and quickly said, "Come with me to the municipal police bureau, Professor Chen."

Chen couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

Jiao frowned, inhaling deeply. "It's complicated—I'll explain in the car."

Chen paused, then followed Jiao out the door.

Two police cars waited outside.

Chen and Jiao got into the first car.

Unable to hold back, Jiao said, "Recently, a homicide occurred in Chaoyang District. During the investigation, our leads seem to intersect with two cases the city's criminal investigation team has been chasing. However, now—now the investigation's hit a wall."

"Every piece of evidence seems to point to the deceased dying of natural causes!"

"We suspect the same criminal method was used in all three cases, but the forensic reports all concluded it was death by illness. Isn't that way too coincidental?"

Chen frowned slightly upon hearing this. "You're suspecting crimes committed by someone with professional expertise?"

Jiao frowned deeply and nodded. "Exactly."

"I've brought in several experts, but none could provide precise guidance. The investigation can't proceed further—the clues all seem to circle back to medical causes of death!"

As Jiao recalled the grief-stricken looks of the victims' families, he couldn't help clenching his fists. "I must find the real culprit!"

"Professor Chen, I hope you can assist us!"

Chen sighed, "Director Jiao, I can only promise to do my best. After all, I'm hardly a forensic scientist. I can only offer insights from a medical perspective regarding the causes of death."

Saying that, the group headed towards the police criminal investigation unit.

At that moment, the detectives were deliberating over the cases.

Jiao led Chen into the discussion room, where they stood near the projector screen displaying photos.

Onstage was a man in his fifties, analyzing details about one of the victims.

"The deceased: male, 51 years of age, renovation team leader. Chief complaint: confusion leading to nausea and vomiting. Relatives suspected food poisoning... Early this morning, the patient was found unconscious and rushed to the hospital… The hospital diagnosed him with hepatic encephalopathy, unable to save him."

"Past medical check-ups show no history of disease, so this unexplained hepatic encephalopathy caused the family to file a police report."