You Asked Me to Write a Sick Note, So Why Am I Performing a World-Class Surgery?

Gu Yan was once the youngest top surgeon on a national medical team. His hands had saved countless patients with critical, complicated conditions, and he had stood at the center of operating rooms on the world stage. But a carefully engineered medical conspiracy destroyed his reputation and left him disillusioned. From then on, he withdrew to the emergency department of Jiangcheng Third Hospital, becoming the resident everyone saw as a master of slacking off: wolfberry tea at work, out the door right on time, and never saying more than necessary when he could write a medical certificate instead. Then one day, a pileup sent in patients on the brink of death. The hospital's experts were helpless, and the administrators were sweating with anxiety. Everyone thought it was a hopeless situation. Gu Yan merely sighed, set down his thermos, and pulled on sterile gloves. “Move aside. I’ll handle this.” One injection to decide life or death, one incision to break through the dead end. From emergency resuscitations to forbidden surgeries on the world stage, from rare and baffling diseases to pressure from the powerful, Gu Yan was repeatedly forced back into action, displaying medical skills so overwhelming they seemed to transcend the level of the competition. The cool beauty of a doctor was stunned, hospital administrators were dumbfounded, and medical authorities from all walks of life came knocking late into the night to seek his advice. Until the medical conglomerate that had framed him once again reached its dirty hands into the emergency room. Gu Yan's gaze turned cold. “I wanted to treat you like an ordinary person.” “But you just had to force me to bring out my max-level account!”