NOVPUBChapter 1013 -1015: Li Baoshan’s Past (Extra 3 for the Tiger Who Tiptoes for the Grand Alliance)
Chapter 1013 -1015: Li Baoshan’s Past (Extra 3 for the Tiger Who Tiptoes for the Grand Alliance)
Chen Cang was stunned for a moment; he knew that Director Li had something to say. 𝒏𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
He didn’t chime in, just quietly started to listen.
Li Baoshan had also drunk quite a bit, and these words had been buried in his heart for over a decade, never spoken to anyone.
It had been over a decade since he’d left the capital for Anyang, moving between two or three hospitals before finally settling down at the Provincial Second Hospital.
During those ten years, he had also established a reputation as one of the Eastern Yang Province’s four giants in emergency medicine.
However, one difference was that Li Baoshan seldom attended academic conferences and was rarely involved in academic organizations, focusing almost entirely on clinical practice instead.
Li Baoshan uttered a sigh, exhaling a long breath.
The things from back then were not exactly honorable—bringing them up was somewhat embarrassing.
Looking at Chen Cang, Li Baoshan felt it was necessary to share.
Being young and promising was good,
but… being young and promising also required knowing when to advance or retreat.
Li Baoshan said, “In my life, I’ve had two benefactors, one was my mentor and the other was my former chief.”
“After graduation, my mentor kept me at the institute. Although it wasn’t difficult at the time … you must know, anytime we, coming up from the lower ranks, tried to stay and advance in a place like the capital with its ‘one spot, one radish’ situation, it was not easy.”
“My mentor kept me there; right, my teacher was Yang Pei.”
When Chen Cang heard the name Yang Pei, he was immediately taken aback!
He had been very unfamiliar with this name before, hardly ever hearing it, but having recently researched numerous documents and data for his paper, he naturally knew of this legendary figure.
Dubbed as the most regrettable academician.
Why say that?
Because this academician passed away at a young age!
He had just been elected an academician the second year before he passed away; he could have been a leading figure in domestic general surgery, well-known in the field of general vascular surgery!
Li Baoshan appeared notably despondent, his voice filled with a few more notes of bleakness and helplessness, but most of all, regret!
“Back then, Teacher Yang was still the major chief of general surgery, one of the few double academicians in our country. At that time, our national general surgical society just started real cooperation with the World Health Organization, and Teacher Yang also worked extremely hard. After all, that was the era when we first began interacting with the world; we had to achieve results that would earn us respect!”
“That era … it was truly different from now. You, the post-90s generation, and those who came after, the post-2000s, mostly saw the image of our country growing strong. You see now our position as the second-largest economy in the world, comprehensive well-off society, the rise of a major country, leading in 5G and so on … most of what you come in contact with are impressions of a powerful motherland.”
“Back then it was different, our country was like a clueless youngster in his twenties, just stepping onto the world stage, so afraid of being looked down upon! Every industry was like this, so the academicians at that time worked frantically, whether in clinical practice or in scientific research … all out of fear of being criticized by foreigners.”
With that, Li Baoshan raised his hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of his eyes.
Every time he brought up this memory, he was filled with remorse and pain.
“The second year, just after we had attended an international conference, Teacher Yang contracted acute complex Buerger’s disease.”
“The critical point was this! At the time, Teacher Yang was leading us in the direction of general vascular work, and then he fell ill and required surgery.”
“But now came the problem—who would perform the surgery? At that time we were the authoritative figures, our hospital was the best in the country, so the only other option was to go abroad and find a foreign doctor.”
At this point, Li Baoshan’s emotions completely collapsed, and he began to sob uncontrollably, sitting on the steps and crying loudly.
“I was 44 years old at the time, already the deputy director of the emergency department,” he recalled vividly. “My teacher had my junior brother call me to the general surgery department. He was lying in the hospital bed, smiling at me as I walked in.”
“He said, ‘Baoshan, the time has come to test you all. This is a rare opportunity; it’s a classic case of complex acute Budd-Chiari syndrome. Look at this angiogram. During the surgery…'”
“Teacher Yang used himself as a case study, lying in the hospital bed teaching us about the case and the surgery.”
“After finishing, he told me, ‘Baoshan, you’re the senior brother. You need to lead. You’re doing the surgery; I also have to test you.'”
“At that time, the teacher believed in me and let me operate. I was scared, but the teacher said, ‘Who am I? I’m Yang Pei, the president of the National General Surgery Vascular Association. Who should I go to? Those foreigners? Wouldn’t they laugh at us?'”
“That generation believed in self-reliance; they had an inherent determination not to let others ridicule them.”
“I led the doctors in my department into the surgery. The procedure was highly complex. I was terrified of failing, and the more afraid I became, the more mistakes I made. It seemed that what I feared most always came true!”
“During the surgery, the aorta ruptured. We couldn’t even begin to repair it… Blood sprayed directly onto our faces, as if to shame us, to tell us we were worthless…”
“The surgery was a failure; the old man didn’t make it off the operating table.”
“Teacher trusted me the most; I was the senior brother, yet I… I was utterly defeated, and I let the teacher down, paying with his life.”
At this moment, Li Baoshan held his head in his hands and wept bitterly, just like a child.
Chen Cang understood that feeling well.
The teacher had fallen ill and entrusted his most trusted student to perform the surgery, but the student had failed to save him.
Chen Cang also sighed.
But surgeries always come with risks and unexpected challenges.
Li Baoshan cried for a while; his voice became hoarse, “Afterward, I was somewhat despondent. The incident was a significant blow to me. I couldn’t sleep at night without drinking alcohol, and there were always bottles in the duty room.”
“Once, I drank too much and then had to handle an emergency surgery, which led to a medical accident. The head of the emergency department covered for me, and he and the department took on the responsibility without implicating me… He failed to be promoted to vice president that year.”
Li Baoshan stood up, looking at the high-rise buildings in front of him, and started to smile bitterly.
“I screwed over my teacher and my chief. I had no face to continue leading there.”
“Later, I took a year off and then went back to my hometown in Dongyang Province and settled down.”
“At first, I went to the Provincial People’s Hospital. The old chief spoke to the leadership for me and had me start as the deputy director. I wasn’t comfortable, so I left…”
“Finally, I became the chief at the Second Provincial Hospital. Since then, I quit drinking, not a single drop, because… there was no one else to take the fall for me. I was the chief; I had to set a good example and take responsibility for you all.”
Li Baoshan stood up, “For more than a decade, I didn’t dare to come to the capital. I fear this place, afraid of running into someone I know. Every time I come here, I feel like a criminal!”
Chen Cang gazed at Li Baoshan’s retreating figure, filled with an indescribable sense of desolation.
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ps: Thank you to “Little Roaring Brother” for the 100,000 reward, becoming the Alliance Hierarch of this book.
This is the little brother’s first time as Alliance Hierarch, and the only one. Thank you for your support; I will write this book well.
The story of Li Baoshan… perhaps it’s not just a story. This chapter was written very slowly…
