The hospital's primary responsibility system means that the first department a patient seeks medical attention from is the primary department, and the receiving physician is the primary physician. This system holds them responsible for the patient's examination, diagnosis, treatment, consultation, referral, transfer to another department, or transfer to another hospital, especially for critically ill patients. In other words, the doctor who first takes on the case is responsible from the patient's admission to discharge. Your case with Shabia could be handled similarly. Xiao An could be assigned by action teams for smaller cases, and for larger ones, a designated person could be responsible. From receiving clues to investigating and handling cases, any department involved would only be assisting, while the initial action team or responsible person would see it through from beginning to end, up to case closure and archiving.
Bai Qingcheng and Shen Xingyue exchanged smiles. "You understand administration?"
"No, I figured it out myself," I replied. If administrative units could operate like this, people would have much less to worry about. However, in reality, the difficulty and resistance to implementing this would be immense. It's not about whether it's troublesome or not; sometimes, when it involves power and responsibility, shifting them around becomes complicated.
Shabia is different from ordinary administrative departments; considerations of power and responsibility are much weaker.
"Was it recorded?" Bai Qingcheng asked a staff member nearby. This is a scientific laboratory, and the rooms are equipped with audio and video recording systems to document personnel operations as backups.
I figured Wu Qian's laboratory lacked such equipment at the time, which is why only a piece of soft armor fabric was produced. They couldn't replicate it again. Or perhaps, precisely because of that loss, Shabia internally began implementing full audio and video recording in their laboratories to prevent similar incidents from happening again.
Concurrently, security around the Xuanwu Lake underwater laboratory was further tightened. Not only were humans and demons prevented from entering, but even small animals and tiny flying insects like flies and bees were barred.
After making the arrangements, I felt sleepy again. I hadn't eaten chicken, only drunk coffee, which made me a bit hungry. I felt too embarrassed to ask for food, so I resorted to sleeping it off.
The internal environment of their laboratory was truly excellent. The room was extremely quiet. Lying down, I could only hear my own breathing and heartbeat, and a slight ringing in my ears due to lack of sleep. The air I breathed was purified oxygenated air from the fresh air system, giving it a sense of the crispness found in the underground forests of Changbai Mountain. Before long, I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up at nine o'clock. Bingbing woke me up. She had slept well last night and was now aware that she would be receiving Yuwen Chengdu's demonic core. She appeared both excited and nervous.
The canteen offered a full breakfast with all sorts of dishes, nutritious and, crucially, free.
After eating my fill, I took a shower. When I came out, the results of the interrogation from Fucheng were also in: legitimate and no problems.
Bai Qingcheng then had a formal heart-to-heart talk with Bingbing, a private discussion. I didn't know the specifics of what they discussed, and it was hard for me to understand why Bai Qingcheng, who wasn't very talkative, could talk for an hour. I could only watch their lips move through the glass window. I could read some lips, but it was a private discussion, not for public disclosure, and I didn't have the right to know, so I didn't "eavesdrop."
After their talk, Bingbing emerged with a solemn expression and told me that a surgery was needed.
"Surgery?" I frowned, looking at Bai Qingcheng. "Why?"
"Otherwise, how would we insert the demonic core?" Bai Qingcheng countered.
I vaguely explained how Daji and Diana had given me their demonic cores. Bai Qingcheng rolled her eyes at me. "Because those two were alive. Yuwen Chengdu's soul hasn't been revived. Who would perform that on Bingbing... you know? If it can't be transmitted internally, it has to be surgery."
"It's fine, it's minimally invasive," Bingbing reassured me.
I nodded. Okay, I would trust Shabia's technology. It made sense, somewhat akin to... artificial insemination?
But I made a request: "Can the surgery be done in Jingshang instead? Jinling's security measures don't seem as good as your Jingshang headquarters."