"So, then, the interrogatories for the September 2, 2011 surgery are now open!"

The dean glanced at the audience and said loudly: "Director Cui Chenghao! ”

Choi Sung-ho got up from the seat in the first row, unhurriedly straightened the hem of his suit, and walked towards the podium. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

stood still on the stage, patted the microphone, and Cui Chenghao coughed lightly.

"Inside Dean Nim."

Song Jong-hyuk's eyes narrowed, ready to listen carefully to Choi Sung-ho's statement to see if he could find any loopholes.

"On September 2nd, which is yesterday, did you receive a call from the hospital to prepare for surgery for patient Zhao Zhenxiong?"

The dean's eyes narrowed slightly, and the gaze hidden behind the lenses was a little less sharp.

"That's right." Cui Chenghao calmly replied: "I did receive a call from the neurology department, saying that there was a shortage of manpower and there was no way to arrange other doctors, so I could only operate on the patient. ”

"And after that?"

"I rushed to the operating room to prepare for the patient's operation. But! Cui Chenghao suddenly raised his voice: "When I arrived, I found that the patient had already undergone surgery in the operating room!" ”

"Who operated on the patient, did you see?"

"I can see it clearly!" The corners of Cui Chenghao's mouth twitched slightly, and he hid his smile again: "The chief surgeon is not only not our neurosurgery doctor, but even not our hospital doctor at all!" ”

There was an uproar in the city! The delegates exchanged their shock!

Song Jong-hyuk frowned, feeling that his hand was a little tight, and he looked sideways to see that Yoon Hye-mi was staring at the audience with a nervous face, clutching his hand without realizing it.

Patting Yoon Hye-mi's hand comfortingly, Song Jong-hyuk continued to listen to Choi Sung-ho's statement.

The dean took off his glasses and wiped the lenses: "In addition to the chief surgeon, who else is in the surgical team?" ”

"Dr. Lim Chae-mao from the emergency department, and," Choi Sung-ho raised his chin and stretched out his finger to point to the last row of the stands: "Dr. Song Jong-hyuk from the Department of Thoracic Surgery!" ”

"In other words, the two doctors present are not doctors specializing in neurosurgery, right?"

An elderly doctor beside the dean was the first to lose his breath and grabbed the microphone and asked.

"Yes, that's right." Cui Chenghao finally showed a little triumphant smile on his face: "Two non-specialist doctors, and a doctor of unknown origin, operated on the patients admitted to the hospital without permission!" ”

"That's what I say about the events of September 2nd! , above Yimida. ”

Choi Sung-ho stepped along, stood on one side of the podium, and bowed deeply to the audience.

The dean nodded and watched him step off the stage. Gently patted the microphone, and there was an echo in the stereo, which quieted down the people who were still noisy in the audience.

"Now, please invite Dr. Song Jong-hyuk to the stage."

Everyone's heads turned to the back of their heads, staring at Song Jong-hyuk, who was sitting at the back, and Yoon Hye-mi, who was with him.

Song Jong-hyuk stood up, grabbed Yoon Hye-mi's hand, which had been clenching herself, and put it on her lap, and showed a reassuring smile, and he stepped out of his seat.

One step, one step at a time. There was only a distance of about ten meters from the field to the stage, but Song Jong-hyuk felt that this was the longest road he had ever walked.

Those scrutinizing, disdainful, and inquiring eyes shot from all directions, making Song Jong-hyuk feel like a thorn in his back, and even sweat oozed from his forehead.

So familiar......

As if his soul had been torn in half, while directing his body to walk towards the stage, Song Jong-hyuk could still think calmly.

Such a scene is so familiar......

It's like, somewhere have you seen it before......

"Wow", the leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor, making a muffled sound, interrupting Song Jong-hyuk's mind and bringing him back to his senses.

After sorting out his thoughts, Song Jong-hyuk calmly walked to the podium, stood still, and bowed deeply to the audience.

"Dean Nim, seniors, colleagues, deputies, I am a doctor of thoracic surgery, Song Jong Heyi Mida."

He straightened up and looked out into the audience, waiting to face all sorts of tricky questions.

Before the dean could speak, the doctor who had just asked the question couldn't wait to speak again: "Dr. Song Jong-hyuk." ”

"Inside, I'm here."

"Do you have any objections to Director Cui Chenghao's statement just now?"

Song Jong-hyuk was silent for a moment: "No." ”

"In other words, you did operate on a non-undergraduate patient with a doctor who was not affiliated with our hospital without the permission of the hospital, right?"

The person who asked the question added an accent to every sentence, and the filthiness in his heart was self-evident!

Song Jonghyuk closed his eyes, but his voice was still very calm: "Yes." ”

The delegates present exploded and pointed at the stage in disbelief!

"Wow, I didn't expect the hard-hearted Song Jong-hyuk to do such a thing?"

"Isn't it because the dean is protecting him? Not necessarily this time. ”

"Eh, it's to save people......"

"I heard he has amnesia!"

"Really? Such blood? Amnesia as soon as you get into a car accident? ”

Listening to the rumors around her, Yin Huimei's hands were tightly wrenched, and she couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

"Hurry up and fight back, Jonghyuk oppa! Please! ”

Staring at Song Jong-hyuk, who was isolated on stage and faced with questioning alone, Yoon Hye-mi prayed in her heart for a miracle to happen.

"Dr. Song Jong-hyuk, what is your relationship with the surgeon?"

Another sharp question, Song Jong-hyuk made up his mind not to reveal Yoo So-young's identity, and he didn't answer.

"If you don't answer, we have reason to believe that you are assisting the surgeon in performing the operation on the patient without any knowledge of him!"

"Such a person who is not responsible for the patient, arbitrarily hands over the patient's life to others, and has no medical ethics at all, I think, is no longer qualified to be a doctor!"

The middle-aged doctor who asked the question pointed at Song Jong-hyuk, and his tone was hard and aggressive!

Song Jong-hyuk hung his head and pressed his hands on the table of the podium.

On his body, a momentum that was not inferior to others suddenly emerged.

A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and an indifferent voice came out of Song Jong-hyuk's mouth.

"Dissent Smecta!"

(PS1: This chapter gives me a headache......

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