Chapter 427: A Top Journal Hat-Trick

After hearing what Minister Lin had to say, Jiang He thought to himself:

‘Good. Full of spirit!’

Then he said, “Minister Lin, hearing you say that gives me even more confidence.”

Lin Zhenhua didn’t reply.

The sound of rushing wind came through the phone.

‘I seriously suspect the Minister is holding his phone while practicing his boxing routine. I guess I’ll just wait patiently.’

After finishing a round of punches, the Minister said, panting slightly:

“Jiang He. Right, I’ll immediately organize a dedicated team to liaise with Charite Medical School.”

Jiang He nodded. “I’ll personally email Professor Weber to coordinate.”

“Good. A two-pronged approach. Also, regarding the lab, I’ll personally oversee it for the next couple of days. I’ll make sure that by the time you get back from Ruijin Hospital, our lab here will be fully completed and ready for you to move in.”

“I’ll have to trouble you then, Minister Lin. Thank you for your hard work.”

“It’s no trouble. Let’s both work hard!”

“Let’s do that.”

After hanging up, Jiang He returned to the vice dean’s office.

Yang Xu and Zhang Sui were still discussing the details of the spleen-preserving minimally invasive surgery. Several deputy directors were also taking notes in their notebooks.

When they saw Jiang He enter, they all stopped talking.

“What was it?” Yang Xu asked.

“Just some business with the provincial department. We sorted it out. Where’s Director Wang?”

“He left. Oh, right, you have to call him Director Chu now.”

“Huh? Why?”

“He said something about wanting to change his name, claiming he’s just having some fun. He wants everyone to call him Zhengchu Wang. In any case, we should probably just humor him.”

“Oh, okay…”

Thinking back on Director Wang’s bizarre behavior earlier,

Jiang He had already figured it out.

‘He must not have believed I could pull off this surgery, so he made a bet with his subordinates—a bet that he’d go by his name spelled backward if he lost.’

‘Good thing your name is Wang Zhengchu, not Wang Shengchu.’

‘Otherwise…’

Vice Dean Zhang Sui then brought the conversation back to business:

“Jiang He, regarding the project team members, let me give you some recommendations.”

“What do you think of Director He? Director He is one of our hospital’s aces. How about having him form a dedicated theoretical research group for your new project?”

“What do you think of Dr. Li? Dr. Li is one of our hospital’s aces. He can be in charge of literature reviews and data analysis. There will definitely be no problem.”

“What do you think of Dr. Wang? Dr. Wang is one of our hospital’s aces…”

‘Zhang Sui sure is quick when he’s just plugging things into a formula…’

‘Speaking of which, do you even know these doctors? How is every single one of them an ‘ace’? Can’t you think of any other way to describe them?!’

In the end, Jiang He said, “No problem. I’ll leave the arrangements to you, Dean Zhang.”

“Alright, then it’s settled.”

“Okay. Teacher Yang, Dean Zhang, all you directors, I’ll get going then.”

Jiang He said his goodbyes and headed toward the hepatobiliary surgery ward.

Back in the department, a few young nurses at the nurses’ station saw Jiang He. They were still a little scared of him.

But one of them mustered up her courage and said:

“Hello, Director Jiang.”

“Director Jiang, we heard about the surgery just now. It was incredible!”

“Uh, uh, Director Jiang is so handsome! EEK, EEK! (Her voice grew softer and softer as she covered her face, like a goblin scuttling in the shadows)…”

Jiang He smiled and nodded, then returned to his office.

Song Yiming said, “Boss, you’re back.”

“What’s the situation?”

Song Yiming quickly replied, “Boss, I’ve already done the rounds. The patients’ vital signs are all stable. No issues.”

“I’ll go take another look.”

Jiang He thought: ‘Time for a systems check.’

He stood before bed 18, where a patient who had just undergone a common bile duct exploration and stone removal yesterday was resting.

“Sir, how are you feeling today? Is your stomach still bloated?”

“Much better, Doctor. It’s just that the incision still hurts a bit.”

Jiang He was extremely meticulous in this regard.

He never relied solely on a patient’s chief complaint.

He always had to see the actual situation for himself.

Sometimes, it wasn’t that the patients were trying to deceive him, but that they couldn’t grasp what was important.

Or perhaps some people just had a naturally high pain tolerance and, for some reason, didn’t consider pain to be pain. If they could endure it, they wouldn’t mention it…

In all his years as a doctor, Jiang He had seen it all.

So, he carefully checked the markings on the drainage tube and observed the color and characteristics of the drained fluid.

Only after confirming everything was normal did he straighten up.

Then, he gently pressed on the patient’s abdomen, confirming there were no signs of peritonitis.

“He’s recovering well,” Jiang He said to Song Yiming. “We can stop the intravenous antibiotics tomorrow. Also, tell the family to help him get out of bed and walk around more to prevent intestinal adhesions.”

“Noted, Boss.”

Next was bed 22, a patient recovering from severe pancreatitis.

Jiang He carefully cross-referenced the IV chart on the wall with that day’s blood report, then checked the patient’s scleral icterus to see if the yellowing had subsided.

He made his way through the entire ward, checking on every single patient under his medical team’s care.

The verdict was in:

All systems green.

Afterward,

he returned to his office.

This was the reality of clinical work.

No matter how stunning the surgery,

it all came down to postoperative management in the end.

The details determined success or failure.

Ever since he was reborn and established his own medical team, Jiang He had harbored a small hope in his heart…

…to achieve a zero mortality rate and zero misdiagnosis rate for his team.

‘It’s an expectation I have for myself, and a requirement, I suppose.’

「The next few days.」

Jiang He’s life fell into a routine, almost as if he were caught in an Infinite Tsukuyomi.

Watering plants, doing rounds, performing surgery, and conducting research.

He was stuck in a loop.

As for the research, it was mainly high-intensity “hand-crafting” of papers.

Crafting just one paper wasn’t enough.

He had to crank out the entire series of preliminary papers—three in total.

The one he was currently writing was the second, a more hardcore paper on mechanism verification.

If his progress was smooth, he planned to submit all three papers to *Nature* at the same time.

Given the quality of the papers, it was highly likely that all three interconnected articles would be published in the same issue of the top-tier journal.