parentshiftbook Chapter 1: The Embryo of the Golden Core?
Chapter 1: The Embryo of the Golden Core?
Jiangcheng.
Su Ye opened his eyes and was met with an unfamiliar ceiling, yellowed latex paint, a small water stain in the corner, and an old-fashioned fluorescent light tube flickering slightly.
He finally accepted the fact that he had traveled through time.
"Since we can't go back, let's cherish life here."
A long sigh made the rented room, which had been a bargain, even quieter. The jumbled memories from a few days ago flooded back into his mind, as if they had been forcibly stuffed in, yet fit perfectly.
Su Ye, 24 years old, first year of residency training, rotating through the Department of Urology at Jiangcheng First People's Hospital.
All the memories surfaced calmly.
He glanced at his phone.
7: 47.
Report at 8:00 AM.
I live in the west of the city, and the hospital is in the east of the city; it's a 40-minute bus ride away.
Su Ye stared at the screen for two seconds.
In my past life, being late meant losing wages; in this life, being late means losing academic credits. The gears of fate show absolutely no mercy.
I jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth and washed my face for ninety seconds, stuffed my white coat into my backpack, and went out.
As Su Ye passed by the breakfast stall on his way downstairs, he thought for a moment and decided to buy two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk. He would most likely be assisting with surgery today, and if he fainted on the operating table due to low blood sugar, he would be in big trouble.
He boarded the bus with a steamed bun in his mouth, leaned against the last row, and ate while processing the memories in his mind that didn't belong to him.
The city outside the window is both unfamiliar and ordinary. Jiangcheng is a second-tier city, neither too big nor too small. The First People's Hospital is the largest tertiary hospital in the city. Resident trainees rotate here, seeing all kinds of diseases and enduring all kinds of hardships.
Su Ye didn't find it hard; he had endured 996 work schedules in his previous life, so this level of intensity was nothing.
On the contrary, this guy in this life seems to be really "impressive," a medical master's degree... tsk tsk.
At 8:11, he arrived at the urology clinic at a not-too-out-of-the-box time.
I straightened my white coat at the door of the clinic and was just about to push the door open when I heard a young man's strong voice coming from inside.
"But these past two days, I've felt exceptionally clear-headed. Apart from a slight backache, I feel great. Doctor, do you think it's possible that what I have isn't gallstones, but a golden elixir? You know, the kind of powerful golden elixir cultivator in novels, the kind who can travel a thousand miles in a single step and shatter mountains with a flick of their finger?"
There was a brief silence in the consultation room.
Su Ye stood at the door, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
There are so many people having fun these days.
After he had only been working for a few days after transmigrating, he encountered quite a few people like this: some thought they had been implanted with chips by aliens, some suspected that the fluid flowing in their veins was gasoline instead of blood, and there was even an old man who confidently claimed that his farts could be set on fire! Su Ye was completely fooled at the time, but later it was found that he had an intestinal gas-producing bacteria infection, which could indeed be set on fire, but it had absolutely nothing to do with superpowers.
However, hospitals are inherently places of suffering, so finding joy amidst hardship is a good virtue.
Su Ye pushed open the door and went in.
"Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry I'm late."
The attending physician, Zhang Yuanping, was in his early fifties with gray hair and a serious expression. He glanced at Su Ye, said nothing, and simply nodded.
Across from the consultation table sat a college student in his early twenties, wearing an anime T-shirt, his eyes filled with a clear-eyed stupidity. The middle-aged woman next to him, presumably his mother, had an expression that screamed, "How could I have given birth to such a thing?"
Zhang Yuanping handed over the ultrasound report: "Take a look."
Su Ye took it and glanced at it.
A hyperechoic mass measuring 1.8 × 1.4 cm was found in the left renal pelvis, accompanied by posterior acoustic shadowing. Mild dilation of the upper segment of the left ureter and mild hydronephrosis of the left kidney were also observed.
Looking at the CT report again, my gaze lingered on one number for a moment.
Su Ye's memories flowed like water, and he said smoothly, "Teacher Zhang, the CT value is 1847, the density is high, and the extracorporeal shock wave lithotripsy is not very effective. The stone is nearly two centimeters in size, and there is mild hydronephrosis—percutaneous nephrolithotomy is being considered."
Zhang Yuanping nodded approvingly: "It might be a cystine stone. Remove it and send it for testing."
He turned to the patient and instructed, "Inpatient surgery, general anesthesia. Before the surgery, you need to have a complete blood count, coagulation test, liver and kidney function test... The nurse will explain that you must not eat or drink for eight hours before the surgery."
The college student was being dragged outside by his mother, and he even turned back to look at Su Ye at the door.
"Brother, is it really not a Golden Core?"
"no."
"All right."
His mother slapped him on the back of the head and dragged him away.
Zhang Yuanping didn't even look up: "Kids these days read too many novels."
Su Ye didn't respond.
1847.
It's abnormal, but that's all. There's nothing rare in clinical practice, so there's nothing to be alarmed about.
Two days later, on the day of the surgery.
With general anesthesia in effect, the patient was placed in a prone position. Under ultrasound guidance, Zhang Yuanping established a percutaneous renal access via puncture, successfully inserting the nephroscope in one puncture and gradually dilating the access.
On the monitor, the image inside the renal pelvis was clearly visible, with an oval-shaped stone quietly embedded at the junction of the renal pelvis and ureter.
Su Ye stood in the position of the second assistant.
"Laser."
Su Ye handed over the optical fiber, Zhang Yuanping stepped on the pedal, and the laser was fired.
The first shot went in, but the stone didn't budge.
Turn up the power and try again.
It still doesn't break.
The operating room fell silent for a moment.
"This stone isn't hard enough!" Zhang Yuanping muttered to himself, turning the power up to the highest setting.
The third time, a small fragment broke off from the surface of the stone, but the main body remained intact, and under laser irradiation, the surface faintly shimmered.
Su Ye stared at the monitor, his brows twitching almost imperceptibly.
That sheen doesn't resemble the reflection of minerals.
"Forget it, let's just take the whole thing out." Zhang Yuanping decisively abandoned the stone removal method. "The passage is wide enough, let's just take it directly and send it for testing to see what its composition is."
Insert the stone tongs, grasp the edge of the stone, and slowly pull it out.
It landed in the corner.
Ding--
A crisp, light sound.
It doesn't make the dull thud of a stone hitting metal.
It looks more like jade.
No one paid attention to this detail; Zhang Yuanping was examining the remaining fragments, the nurses were taking notes, and the anesthesiologist was watching the monitor.
Only Su Ye glanced down at the bend in the road.
The "stone" lay quietly in the stainless steel dish, stained with a little blood. It was oval-shaped, a little smaller than a quail egg, and its surface was so smooth that it didn't look like it was naturally formed.
The color is not the yellowish-brown or grayish-white commonly seen in kidney stones.
It was an extremely deep blue, almost black.
When Su Ye was tidying up the instruments in the curved tray, his fingers touched it.
The instant my fingertips touched it, a cool sensation rushed in from the point of contact, along my fingers, wrist, and forearm, all the way into my chest... It wasn't an icy, bone-chilling cold, but a refreshing, mountain-spring-like coolness.
fleeting.
Su Ye's expression remained unchanged.
He calmly wrapped the "stone" in gauze, put it into a specimen bag, and followed the procedure, sending the intraoperative specimen to the pathology department for examination.
But he saw it before it was sealed.
A line of semi-transparent, pale blue text floated above the dark blue crystal—
[Water Embryo - Embryo of the Golden Elixir]
The special talent crystal formed in the kidney under supernatural conditions has been removed and will lose its activity within one day...
The operating room lights were still on, and the monitors were still beeping regularly.
Business as usual.
Su Ye lowered his eyes and sealed the specimen bag.