Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

Chapter 131 Preparing for Surgery

"Ms. Meng, excuse me, but what is your current occupation?" Smith asked straight to the point.

"I'm currently a college student!" Meng Zhiling answered honestly, although she didn't know what his intention was.

"Oh, so that's how it is!" Smith seemed a little disappointed after hearing Meng Zhiling's answer.

"What major is Miss Meng studying now?" Smith asked without giving up.

"I'm currently studying clinical medicine, but I'm only a freshman and haven't achieved much!" Meng Zhiling said modestly, speaking as a current student.

"That's great!" Smith said happily, not knowing where his excitement came from.

"Mr. Smith, so what do you want to express?" Meng Zhiling asked patiently.

Qiao Surong was also answering the phone and dealing with work matters. Both of them spoke in low voices, afraid of disturbing each other.

"Ms. Meng, can you come to work in our hospital?" Smith's voice was pleasant and gentle.

"Mr. Smith, I'm just a student. Isn't it a bit too early to talk about work now? But I'm honored that you appreciate me."

"Just now, when Miss Meng urgently rescued me, I could tell that Miss Meng's level is definitely more than just that of a student!"

Smith still didn't give up after hearing Meng Zhiling's polite refusal.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. However, if you encounter any problems, I might be able to help a little and give you some advice."

Meng Zhiling still refused, but just expressed her opinion modestly.

"Oh? Really? Then where does Miss Meng live? I'll come to pick you up right away. I just happened to have a problem right now!" Smith was overjoyed. Although Meng Zhiling did not agree to work in the hospital, her words were still a surprise.

"Um, how about this... okay!" Meng Zhiling glanced at Qiao Surong, and after some thought, she finally agreed.

After all, she had been planning to break into the overseas medical market, and now was a good opportunity. Although the first step in her previous plan was the United States, now it seemed that the Czech Republic was also a good choice.

"Meng Meng."

"Su Rong."

The two hung up the phone almost at the same time and called each other's names almost at the same time.

"You speak first..." Meng Zhiling smiled slightly and gave him the right to speak first.

"The company encountered some trouble, so I want to go back as soon as possible. The plane is waiting for you at the airport!" Qiao Surong frowned, knowing that she had not had enough fun, and said with a little regret.

"Then you go back first. I have something to do. We just rescued that old man, and he said he encountered some difficulties. I want to go and take a look!" Meng Zhiling pouted and had to go their separate ways.

She had to explain the matter clearly, otherwise this petty guy would think that she had an appointment with Yuan Yongkai.

"Well, you have to be more careful about your safety. After all, you have so many enemies!"

Qiao Surong touched her little face reluctantly and said half-jokingly.

"Hehe, it's you who should pay attention. Go back and have a good rest. Don't be too tired and don't use your superpowers, unless you don't want to live!" Meng Zhiling said domineeringly, and then hung herself on his neck.

Under Meng Zhiling's "treatment", he finally recovered 30% of his strength. She didn't want him to have any more accidents, and he could no longer withstand such a great heart shock.

"I still want to live. I want to grow old with you and watch our descendants have fun!"

Qiao Surong pecked her lightly on the mouth and said contentedly.

"Hmph, don't think too much. You're talking as if I'll marry no one but you!" Meng Zhiling let go of her hand first, raised her eyebrows, and looked very indifferent.

"I will marry no one but you!" Qiao Surong said seriously, his gentle eyes seemed to want to swallow Meng Zhiling.

"Okay, let's go, be careful on the road."

After seeing Qiao Surong off, Meng Zhiling changed her clothes and waited for Mr. Smith to pick her up.

"Knock knock knock..." I had just changed and thought I might have to wait a while, but there was already a knock on the door.

"Ms. Meng, nice to see you again!" Smith's face has fully recovered, and now he looks as energetic as a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Me too, let's go!" Meng Zhiling didn't even invite him into the house, but followed him downstairs to the hospital where he worked, or perhaps it was his job!

The Volkswagen Phaeton slowly stopped at a hospital called Angel Hospital. From the outside, it looked no different from other hospitals.

However, in a Czech Republic where the streets are full of luxury cars, this low-key Phaeton is indeed too low-key and ordinary.

"Hello, Dean!" As soon as he walked into the hall, the reception nurse nodded politely to greet him. Smith only nodded slightly, which was considered a gentleman's response.

Meng Zhiling smiled slightly. She had guessed the possibility a long time ago, so there was nothing to be surprised about.

"I'm sorry for not being honest with you at the beginning. I am the director and founder of Angel Hospital. Our hospital specializes in various tumors and has branches in various countries around the world. I think our reputation and capabilities are pretty good." Smith said modestly.

In fact, even China has Angel Hospital, which has first-class reputation and capabilities, but the price of medical treatment is a bit high for ordinary people.

After all, in China, its facilities and medicines are purely imported, and relatively speaking, the prices are definitely higher than domestic ones.

"It's okay, I should have guessed it." Meng Zhiling smiled generously, not caring at all about the other person's identity.

"Please come to the conference room. My colleagues are waiting here. This is the record of this consultation and the patient's detailed condition. Please take a look first!" Smith took a stack of information from the secretary and handed it to Meng Zhiling.

When I arrived at the conference room, seven or eight colleagues were already waiting. They looked at the documents in their hands solemnly, shook their heads from time to time, and then nodded. They were all immersed in their own world and no one could disturb them.

After Meng Zhiling finished reading the information in her hand, Mr. Smith said, "Everyone, stop for a moment. Let me introduce you to Miss Meng Zhiling. We can discuss any problems we have with her!"

Smith didn't know how to introduce Meng Zhiling. After all, in front of such a group of "old experts", Meng Zhiling did look a little inexperienced.

However, those experts may have really encountered difficulties, or they may be "not ashamed to ask questions."

After hearing what the dean said, everyone expressed their doubts.

Meng Zhiling collected some information and found that the problems encountered in this consultation were not too serious, but rather common problems.

It’s just that the current level of medical technology is not yet able to achieve a 100% cure. The risk is too great, so no one dares to act rashly.

"The patient now has intracranial hemorrhage, a brain tumor, and is also diabetic, right?"

Meng Zhiling frowned and confirmed the patient's current condition.

Smith nodded, at a loss. If he didn't treat this patient's tumor well, he would be destroying his own reputation.

After all, the patient was transferred to many hospitals before finally being transferred to their hospital. At that time, I solemnly promised his family that I would make the patient recover.

But now, the patient's condition does not allow for major surgery. The intracranial hemorrhage has been properly controlled. The needle holes left by the nutritional injection ten days ago have not healed yet, and are showing a trend of getting bigger. If surgery is performed, it will undoubtedly accelerate the patient's death.

However, if the tumor is not removed by surgery in time, it will compress the brain nerves and easily cause a second intracranial hemorrhage, which also carries a very high chance of death.

This is not a special case, and no matter how you look at it, it seems that there is nothing we can do.

"Is the patient receiving an IV?" Meng Zhiling turned around and asked.

"Here!" Smith nodded. He had been following this patient personally, and he knew everything about the situation.

"Get ready for the operation, I'm confident!" Meng Zhiling smiled and said confidently.

It depends on whether other experts will believe her!

"Okay, everyone get ready and go to the operating room together!" Smith said firmly.

Not for anything else, but because Meng Zhiling saved him at that time. She could tell at a glance that he was not having epilepsy but food poisoning, and took appropriate first aid measures. He trusted her very much.

"Dean..."

One of the old doctors had a worried look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Okay, I understand everyone's concerns, but is there a better solution? Miss Meng's agreement to help us shows she has confidence. If anything goes wrong, I will take full responsibility!"

It seems that Dean Smith really trusts Meng Zhiling and is willing to make such a serious promise.

As soon as the director finished speaking, no one had any objections and they immediately got back to their work, preparing for the operation.

"Dissolve this medicine in the patient's fluids. After thirty minutes, the patient will enter an anesthesia state directly!" Meng Zhiling handed a bottle of white powder to the nurse.

In fact, it was none other than the Shafu No. 1 drug that was just launched in China some time ago. When she was researching it, she was surprised to find that this drug had a miraculous effect on diabetes. If the timing was right, there was no risk for diabetic patients to undergo surgery.

And once the blood sugar level drops, the wound will heal normally.

It was several hours later when I walked out of the operating room. I looked outside and it was already dark and there was no noise at all.

"Ms. Meng, thank you for your hard work!" All the consulting doctors looked at Meng Zhiling as if she were a savior.

In stark contrast to his previous skeptical attitude, Smith also stepped forward, looking a little tired, but unable to hide his joy.

"It's just a piece of cake. Sir, you should have a good rest. Your health has not been good to begin with!" Meng Zhiling turned and left.

She was not in a hurry to discuss cooperation, so naturally there were people who were more anxious than her. If others spoke first, she would always be more willing to negotiate the conditions.

"Oh my god, you're walking without paying attention!" Meng Zhiling just went out to the street to take a taxi, and ended up bumping into a drunk man.

Before Meng Zhiling could lose her temper, the other party started swearing in Chinese, which made Meng Zhiling extremely angry.

"Get out before I really get angry, otherwise you won't have the energy to leave!" Meng Zhiling looked coldly at the drunkard in front of her. She felt that he was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember him at once.