Starting from a Fake University-Chapter 1561 - 824: 3D Bioprinting and Skin Transplant Surgery (Subscribe Please)_2
Chapter 1561: Chapter 824: 3D Bioprinting and Skin Transplant Surgery (Subscribe Please)_2
President Jiang Zhongbo said generously, "This is what we can do for a hero."
"That won’t work, that won’t work."
Ding Yue shook his head and said, "Dean Jiang, you are a public hospital. The expenses that should be charged still have to be charged—medical surgery and hospitalization costs will be covered by Mist City Arts and Science University."
"Principal Ding, Dean Jiang, you are truly good people."
Wang Shun’s parents were moved and spoke after hearing Principal Ding and Dean Jiang say this.
When a child gets hurt, logically speaking, the hospitalization, surgery, and medical expenses should be paid by the parents. Even if it’s an astronomical amount, they would sell everything they own to save their son.
But now, Dean Jiang is willing to remove their son’s medical surgery and hospitalization costs, while Principal Ding has offered to bear all those expenses. It is truly heartwarming and touching.
"Uncle, Aunt, Wang Shun is the pride of Mist City Arts and Science University. For his postoperative recovery and all other costs, our university has an undeniable obligation to take responsibility—he is a valuable talent to us."
Ding Yue smiled faintly as he spoke to Wang Shun’s parents.
The reason for his smile was to help ease some of the heavy burden and pressure on Wang Shun’s parents’ hearts.
Wang Shun’s family is an ordinary one, both parents are blue-collar workers, and their son’s future with Mist City Arts and Science University is the hope of the family—a beacon for their future. Ding Yue couldn’t bear to see such a family suffer so greatly, and what he could do was to provide funds and medical expertise to help Wang Shun recover his health to the greatest extent possible.
Recovering health is the most important thing, because once Wang Shun recovers, he might even be able to continue playing soccer, pursuing his dreams on the field.
"Uncle, Aunt, you’ve traveled all the way here, why don’t you first settle into a hotel nearby? Rest assured about the hospital matters."
Seeing Wang Shun’s parents tired and worried about their son’s life, Ding Yue suggested that they take a good rest; otherwise, their own health might suffer. Besides, the surgery was not yet complete—Dean Jiang Zhongbo said it was highly likely the operation would extend into the early hours.
"We want to wait here for Shunzi."
Wang Shun’s mother shook her head and said.
"Mom, let’s listen to Principal Ding. Brother will surely be okay."
Wang Yan gently persuaded her mother.
As a young person, Wang Yan understood Ding Yue’s good intentions—to allow the parents to rest properly. Hence, Wang Yan helped persuade her parents to take a break first. After all, once her brother’s surgery was over, they would still need to care for him later, and there were many things to handle. They couldn’t afford to exhaust themselves before things truly began.
Eventually, Wang Yan managed to convince both her parents.
Ding Yue instructed his secretary Wen Ruohan to assist Wang Shun’s family in finding a hotel near the hospital for a temporary stay. After all, they had come to Mist City—a completely unfamiliar place—and would definitely need someone to guide them.
"Xiao Wen, make sure to properly settle Wang Shun’s family, alright?"
Ding Yue reminded his secretary Wen Ruohan.
"Got it, Principal Ding. I’ll handle it."
Wen Ruohan nodded and then went along with Wang Yan to guide her family to leave the hospital and find lodging.
Wen Ruohan and Wang Yan were close in age, only two or three years apart; hence, they got along well and could communicate easily.
Back at Mist City Central Hospital, Ding Yue and President Jiang Zhongbo began discussing the next steps.
At the moment, Wang Shun was out of immediate danger but hadn’t regained consciousness yet. With extensive burns across his body, urgent treatment was necessary, and many subsequent surgeries would be required—something Ding Yue fully understood.
"Now that he’s out of life-threatening danger, that’s already the best outcome. However, we must proceed cautiously with every subsequent step—burns of this severity are very difficult to manage. As for the 3D bioprinter, only one of our hospital’s machines is available for immediate use."
President Jiang Zhongbo frowned and spoke to Principal Ding.
"What about the others?"
Ding Yue asked in confusion.
At Mist City Central Hospital, there certainly wouldn’t be just one 3D bioprinter, especially since Mist City Arts and Science University’s medical school collaborated closely with the hospital.
"The other machines are urgently needed by patients requiring organ transplant surgeries."
President Jiang Zhongbo replied.
This was understandable.
A 3D bioprinter, once utilized, is typically dedicated to saving one patient’s life—so you couldn’t simply halt another patient’s treatment for Wang Shun’s skin needs. That would clearly be impossible!
Wang Shun needed the bioprinted skin urgently, as the burn situation required immediate intervention for skin grafting, or it would escalate the danger.
"Let’s do this: I’ll immediately have the medical school transfer over two 3D bioprinters. But regarding materials, Dean Jiang, that part will need to be handled by your hospital—you’re undoubtedly better connected for supplies."
Without hesitation, Ding Yue made the proposal.
When it came to equipment, Mist City Arts and Science University’s medical school could definitely provide support. The school had a good number of 3D bioprinters, as these machines were gradually being introduced nationwide to major hospitals. Although they were being manufactured in batches, their complexity made mass production limited—similar to how a photolithography machine has constraints, though the bioprinter isn’t as intricate or technically challenging.
"Alright, Principal Ding, you should get some rest soon. Your university is approaching its first graduation season and must be very busy."
After settling arrangements with Principal Ding, President Jiang Zhongbo suggested that he retire for the evening.
With himself overseeing matters at the hospital, there was no reason for Ding Yue to worry.
"Then I’ll leave it in your hands, Dean Jiang. There’s indeed much to do at the school—this year’s first graduation ceremony marks an essential milestone for Mist City Arts and Science University."
Ding Yue nodded. As far as the post-surgery medical procedures were concerned, he couldn’t contribute professionally, so he could only entrust the matter to Mist City Central Hospital’s expert physicians.
"Oh, by the way, Principal Ding, how many medical students will be graduating in this first batch?"
President Jiang Zhongbo suddenly smiled and posed the question.
Ah, understood!
Upon hearing the question, Ding Yue instantly knew what he was implying.
Mist City Arts and Science University’s medical school had become a hot commodity. Not only had it produced excellent medical talent in previous years, but now, with its first graduation season approaching, there would undoubtedly be more outstanding students stepping out into society.
President Jiang was likely eyeing some of them for Mist City Central Hospital.
"Dean Jiang, are there open positions at your hospital?" Ding Yue asked in return.
"Starting last year, and through this year, we’ve indeed added several openings due to rapid hospital development over the past two years—many departments are in need of professional medical talent."
President Jiang Zhongbo nodded and responded.
"That’s great."
Ding Yue was straightforward and said, "If you find anyone impressive, feel free to talk to the students. Mist City Central Hospital is indeed a fantastic workplace."
Though Ding Yue wanted to recruit the first batch of medical graduates for his Feiyue Hospital, its establishment was akin to complex projects like chips or the Metaverse—it couldn’t be rushed and required steady progress.
For now, Mist City Central Hospital was an excellent option for these medical graduates.
