My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 1082: Chapter 1064: She Refuses the Surgery Chapter 1082: Chapter 1064: She Refuses the Surgery Alright, Tang Yuxin could only sit there, but she still wasn’t willing to say anything more.

She wasn’t originally a doctor from this hospital, and everything she did now was based on humanitarianism, hoping that he would understand that if it exceeded her scope, she had the right to refuse.

“Xiaotang, I would like you to perform a surgery,”

the Dean said after waiting for a long time, “It’s also a limb reattachment surgery.”

“When?” Tang Yuxin calculated her own schedule; she shouldn’t be able to take on such a surgery within three days.

That was the frequency of surgeries she was accustomed to; on days without major operations, she could handle three to five without it affecting anything.

But for major and precise operations like this, she must have at least three days’ gap to let her hands rest fully.

Otherwise, she feared that if she forced herself to perform the surgery, she might end up vomiting blood from exhaustion, or falling ill, as had happened once before.

“Today.”

The Dean hadn’t spoken yet, but was preempted by Zhang Yong, who had appeared out of nowhere.

And once the word “today” came out, not only Tang Yuxin, but also the Dean, was extremely embarrassed.

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Tang Yuxin had helped them a lot since she arrived; he couldn’t be unaware of that.

In just a few days, she’d completed surgeries on the most critically ill patients in the hospital.

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Of course, she hadn’t rested for a few minutes since the morning.

Their medical staff was already working overtime, but she took on a pile of major surgeries, and with such a high success rate, the Dean had only seen her do so.

But the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility; the workload she completed was also much more.

However, no matter how large the workload, it needed a certain margin for buffer.

It was already nearly nine o’clock in the evening.

If she took on this surgery now, she might have to forget about sleeping tonight.

“Today, immediately, right now.”

Zhang Yong rose abruptly, arranging things without discussion, as if he were the master of the hospital— his word was law, and whatever he demanded, others had to do accordingly.

“Mr.

Zhang, it’s already very late,”

the Dean kindly reminded.

Such surgeries took a long time.

Tang Yuxin’s surgery had taken over eight hours to yield such positive results—bones perfectly pieced together, even the blood flow in the leg exceeded expectations.

But now, if they hastily added another surgery, they would have to work until midnight, depriving them of any chance to sleep.

“My son can’t wait.

Arrange it now, and I will have him brought over in a moment.

I demand a flawless surgery; no complications or long-term effects,” it was his only son, the heir to his wealth.

If he were to become disabled, how would the Zhang Family maintain their standing in the business world?

Therefore, at any cost, he had to cure his son.

Tang Yuxin was still sitting there, treating herself as an outsider, indifferent to their arguments and commotion as if it were none of her concern.

In fact, it was indeed unrelated to her.

Even if they performed the surgery the next second, she would certainly not be the surgeon.

She didn’t have the capacity to undertake such a surgery.

Because she wouldn’t gamble her medical career to save a patient she knew nothing about.

“I will have him brought over in a moment.”

Zhang Yong declared definitively, “Dean, arrange it now.

By tomorrow morning, I want to see my son safe and sound, and the surgery without a single mishap.”

“Can you guarantee it?”

“Guarantee?” The Dean was so startled by Zhang Yong that he didn’t know what to say.

What could he guarantee?

Even before the earthquake, he wouldn’t dare make such a promise, let alone now when the hospital was in a critical period with an overflow of patients and a scarcity of medical staff.

Being forced to do such a surgery already put him in a very tough position.

And he had to provide a guarantee?

If his word counted for anything, he would have been standing at the entrance of the hospital, curing people with his mouth.

He himself was a seasoned doctor; such guarantees, no one could vouch for him.

All they could do was try their best, not make guarantees.

“Dean Li,” Zhang Yong squinted his eyes, a clear displeasure in his demeanor.

“Aren’t you going to arrange the surgery?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” the Dean was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something.

Turning to Tang Yuxin, he saw she was still sitting there, playing with her phone as if everything was of no concern to her.

“Xiaotang, we need you for this surgery.”

Unable to help it, he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

Although Tang Yuxin hadn’t answered yet, somehow, he felt like he was left holding the hot potato.

“Surgery?” It was only then that Tang Yuxin looked up, “What surgery are you talking about, Dean?”

And suddenly the Dean felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his face.

They had talked for so long; could it be that they were heatedly discussing, while the main character was aloof to it all?

“Xiaotang, it’s the surgery we just talked about, for a patient with a leg injury.”

The Dean quickly explained, hoping that Tang Yuxin wouldn’t let him down.

“I’m not taking on surgeries in that area recently,” Tang Yuxin flexed her fingers, “not for another three days at the earliest, and no other surgeries scheduled.”

“What did you say?” Before the Dean could speak, Zhang Yong’s face darkened.

Tang Yuxin stood up, gently patted her clothes.

“Dean, I’m going out first.”

To be honest, the Dean was too stunned to react immediately.

It was the first time he had encountered such a doctor— everyone else in the hospital unconditionally accepted and obeyed his commands.

Except for this one?

He didn’t even know how to vent his anger; he was completely dumbfounded.

This was the first time someone disrespected him so blatantly.

“You dare walk out on me!”

Zhang Yong took an aggressive step forward, slamming the door shut with a loud bang, the fierce glint in his eyes almost murderous.

“Mr.

Zhang,” the Dean hurried over, blocking Zhang Yong’s path, knowing full well Zhang Yong’s temperament and understanding that he must not get physical; otherwise, things would get out of control.

“Dean Li, where else would you find such a doctor, and why would you want to keep someone like her?”

Zhang Yong exhaled forcefully from his nose, questioning Dean Li with stern severity.

And it was this question that suddenly reminded the Dean of something, leaving him awkwardly unsure where to place his hands.