Chapter 192: Ox Demons and Snake Spirits (Asking for Subscriptions)

Fang Ziye heard this, and his heart surged with turbulent waves, unable to calm for a long time.

But Wu Xuanqi didn't have time to continue psychological counseling and expression management for Fang Ziye; he stood up, walking toward his wife Tang Yue.

Turning back to Fang Ziye, he said: "Ziye, you eat first. I'll go take a look and see what the situation actually is."

Fang Ziye could only smile bitterly and nod, watching Wu Xuanqi get in the car. Tang Yue bought gauze, povidone-iodine, and the like, put them in a bag, handed them to Wu Xuanqi, then got in the driver's seat and floored the accelerator, shooting off.

Fang Ziye opened a new bottle of beer, glug-glug gulping down more than half into his mouth, then put the beer down, stood up, turned, and walked out of the barbecue stall.

In an instant, he felt this place Enshi was extraordinarily unfamiliar, as if there wasn't a shred of familiar feeling, even though this was the prefectural capital where his hometown lay.

For this patient Zhang Yu, Fang Ziye reckoned he had already exerted his utmost effort — Orthopedics, General Surgery, Thoracic Surgery, three departments, including the OR nurses, anesthesiologist Nie Mingxian, and Anesthesiology Department Director Huang Jiaoshan.

Nearly twenty-plus people, five to six hours of desperate struggle, barely pulled him halfway back from the gates of hell, yet couldn't withstand him going into the ICU and simply yanking out the tube.

Fang Ziye knew there were definitely quite a few misunderstandings in this!

Wu Xuanqi turned back precisely to clarify what exactly this misunderstanding was, but Fang Ziye felt this world was so fucking fucked up.

Human life is simply too flimsy.

Life is too fragile.

"Hah—~" Fang Ziye actually didn't have any guilt.

He had already done his utmost, almost in the first moment, to preserve the limb and stop bleeding, pouring out every last knowledge point.

It might not have played much role in saving his life, but in protecting the patient's limb function, Fang Ziye felt he absolutely counted as holding up half the sky.

But all the effort now only remains as cold knowledge points on the panel.

However, Fang Ziye at this moment also didn't have many options.

He could only walk toward the home direction, no sleepiness, no hunger, just feeling a deep sense of unresolved injustice.

This Zhang Yu's death, compared to when Fang Ziye previously rotated in the ICU and failed to save three people in one night, felt even more stifling...

When Fang Ziye arrived home, Luo Tingzhu finally had time, sending Fang Ziye a smile and a message: "Senior Brother, are you asleep?"

"Today's surgery was pretty big, right?" Luo Tingzhu, ten thousand li away, only knew from the message Fang Ziye sent over an hour ago, when his mood was still a bit beautifully happy.

"Surgery wasn't small, progress okay. How about you, have you eaten?" Fang Ziye didn't plan to tell Luo Tingzhu the patient's reality again!

Because it wasn't necessary, to transfer negative emotions to her again; Luo Tingzhu hearing it would only feel regret.

"Eating right now. Today Senior Sister brought me to eat sushi, said it was authentic, I think it's average."

"Then this afternoon I still have to go to the animal lab. I'll squint and rest a bit." Luo Tingzhu shared her schedule with Fang Ziye.

"A whole morning of immersive experiment, pretty tiring, right?" Fang Ziye asked.

"Tired is okay, just..." Luo Tingzhu didn't continue.

Fang Ziye immediately understood; this was probably an inconvenient time, but an inconvenient time isn't a reason to slack off.

"Take care not to catch cold. I'll go shower first. Might have to make a trip to the hospital later." Fang Ziye replied.

"Okay, Senior Brother!" Luo Tingzhu didn't ask further, figuring Fang Ziye probably had quite a few emergency patients.

Fang Ziye actually didn't know if he would be called back to the hospital, just that there was such a possibility, so he made this preparation in advance.

Not much use, but at least it had a little use.

After chatting with Luo Tingzhu, Fang Ziye quickly finished showering, hadn't even had time to blow-dry his hair, and sure enough, his phone showed a missed call from Mao Mao, who was on duty in the department.

"Industry Brother, the department got a joint dislocation emergency. Director Wu and Tao Ge and them are all busy. They had me call to ask if you're convenient. If not, I'll have to call Director Zhang and have him arrange someone." Fang Ziye picked up, and Mao Mao said it all in one breath.

"Has Director Zhang returned already? I'll rush over right away. You let the patient wait a bit, talk first." Fang Ziye asked.

"The dislocation is a routine dislocation, anterior shoulder dislocation patient, no outside hospital treatment history." Hearing Fang Ziye could come, Mao Mao briefly reported the situation.

"Arrive in about fifteen minutes." Fang Ziye now had zero sleepiness, his mind still on Zhang Yu's matter.

Actually, his mood right now was pretty good.

Now Director Wu and Zhang Mingcan and the others couldn't get away, which might prove this patient Zhang Yu's situation still had a turning point.

Fang Ziye quickly reached the ward, only simply blow-dried his hair, not dry, not set, just simply threw on his coat and jogged toward the hospital.

Up the elevator, down the elevator, the process was all very smooth.

All the way to the department, checked the patient's X-ray, confirmed it was just a simple anterior shoulder dislocation. Fang Ziye didn't hesitate much, exchanged a few words with the patient, one external rotation reduction method, plus a forearm sling, and it was done in under a minute.

"Holy shit! That fast?" The patient was a takeout delivery guy, no family, Blue Knight.

Face full of shock and surprise, naturally also relief.

Fang Ziye's mood improved a bit, joked: "Want me to dislocate it again, drag out the time a bit?"

Fang Ziye's hand still hadn't let go of the Blue Knight big brother's arm, just wasn't using force.

Big brother pulled his hand back, face twitched, body turned: "Don't! You're my Big Brother. I was just shocked, not that fast is bad."

"Right, Doctor, how long do I need to rest for this? I was delivering takeout, green light straight ahead, got hit by that idiot turning right. He wanted to throw a few hundred bucks and call it done, arrogant as hell."

"If you have any medicine, you can give me some too. Sick note and all, can write one too." Big brother's blue hat was slightly crooked, right now also quite impolite.

"Medicine-wise, it's just detumescence and analgesics. If you need, I can prescribe some."

"Generally speaking, for your situation, we don't recommend excessive drug treatment." Fang Ziye said.

"Can you prescribe a thousand?" Blue Knight asked.

"That won't work. Four hundred max per visit. Need to come again next time. Hospital regulation."

"And, yours, the other party goes through insurance. You can't injure the enemy a thousand either, right?" Fang Ziye shook his head and said.

Blue Hat said: "Bullshit insurance company. He was drunk driving! Otherwise how could he be so brainless?"

"But even if drunk driving, that's his own fault." Blue Hat spat.

"Still four hundred max. One month off, follow-up." Fang Ziye upheld his principles.

In his heart he silently cursed that driver an idiot. This situation, a proper private settlement would've been fine, yet he played the throw-money routine. What era is this anyway.

"Fine, I'll listen to you, Doctor." Blue Hat didn't really want to extort money, just hoped the other party would bleed a bit more.

After the prescription and follow-up medical orders were all done, he supported his hand and walked off for the follow-up. The worry and melancholy originally on his face dispersed, even whistling, as if his mood was great.

But Fang Ziye right now couldn't feel the slightest bit of satisfaction from the other party.

Walking to the doctor's office, he asked Mao Mao: "Mao Mao, is everything written clearly on the emergency medical record book? This patient is a car accident injury, there must be both handwritten medical records and electronic medical records as dual files."

"Industry Brother, I printed it out and pasted it on the emergency medical record book, no problem."

"Originally this older brother planned to be hospitalized for treatment, I figured there wasn't this necessity!" Mao Mao pushed up his glasses, looking extremely kind and simple.

Fang Ziye also felt it wasn't necessary, but a person lives for a breath of pride.

Just as he was about to chat more with Mao Mao, Xue Tao happened to walk in from outside the department, reached the department door, and sighed again.

"Tao Brother, off shift?" Mao Mao didn't know what happened in the operating room and ICU, right now smiling cheerfully, like a simple child, only thinking Xue Tao was lamenting being a bit tired.

Xue Tao nodded, then looked toward Fang Ziye's direction.

"Ziye, go smoke a cigarette?" Xue Tao didn't say anything else to Mao Mao, but invited Fang Ziye to the next room, presumably wanting to vent.

Fang Ziye stood up.

Mao Mao said: "Industry Brother, Tao Brother, do you want coffee? I see takeout here still has coffee available."

Xue Tao waved his hand: "No need, if you want to drink then order, I'll reimburse you later."

Xue Tao put his arm around Fang Ziye and walked toward the deputy chief physician office next door.

Mao Mao didn't respond, just closed his phone, yawned, still feeling the department was calm and peaceful, nothing particularly happening, so opened his phone again, put on music, put on headphones, humming a song, walked toward the doctor's rest room.

Quite leisurely and carefree, quite feeling the years are quiet and good.

Just entered the door, Fang Ziye could no longer hold back: "Tao Brother, I heard, that patient we did limb salvage surgery on, wasn't rescued?"

"Sigh—" Xue Tao entered and immediately started rubbing his hair, hair instantly becoming a mess.

"Ziye, do you know, this Zhang Yu's tube, was extubated by a standardized training resident."

"He said a superior conveyed an order to him. But after extubating, he still felt something wasn't right, so he went to the doctor's office again to report the situation to the superior, result the superior was already asleep..."

"You say what a mess this is?" Xue Tao finished, slammed a fist on the table.

The mouse and keyboard at the center of the deputy chief physician office both bounced twice, the mouse even flew down with its cord, hitting the desk's side wall twice.

It was Fang Ziye who caught it and put it back.

"No, this bastard didn't bring his brain? Superior says extubate so he just extubates?" Fang Ziye reacted but still felt this matter was a bit strange.

Maybe this standardized training resident was played by someone, or someone deliberately pretended to be the ICU superior, using this resident.

But this matter, really too much of a farce.

Xue Tao is worrying about this: "You think, in our kind of hospital, a standardized training resident using his brain to do things can be easy to use?"

Fang Ziye heard this, his whole body shivered.

Although Xue Tao's words sound bad, this is the fact.

In the hospital, a ward director is pressed by the department's chief director, the chief director is pressed by the dean, attending physicians bully deputy chief physicians, deputy chief physicians order around attending physicians.

Above standardized training residents, anyone who is an attending physician is a link in the food chain.

Using your brain to do things, occasionally encountering a bad-tempered superior, scolded until you suspect life, where can you go reason?

Really think reality is as calm and peaceful, all easygoing as seen on the internet?

Bureaucratic directors countless, you a little standardized training resident, ordered to do things, you go ask why, good mood they might answer you, but bad mood who cares about you?

Superior's instruction is medical order, superior bears responsibility, not much to do with you.

And precisely this ecology, you really can't hold that miserable standardized training resident accountable.

But Fang Ziye still has doubts: "Then who gave the order to the standardized training resident?"

"Don't know, now who dares admit it?"

"In the surveillance, indeed saw this standardized training resident stopped by a superior, said some things, then the resident went to bedside to extubate, ICU inside, except rest room, all have surveillance."

"But, ICU people all wearing work uniforms, wearing caps and masks, lighting dim, and close to early morning."

"Who played this joke on him, also impossible to admit." Xue Tao finished, smiled bitterly.

"I really f*cking, if I knew who played this kind of joke, I'd have to beat him to death."

Fang Ziye heard this, then said: "Tao Brother, isn't ICU access control very strict? How can anyone enter?"

"Originally very strict, but last month ICU had a patient's family cause trouble, beat the guarding nurses and security guards until injured, also complained about ICU from top to bottom."

"Although the person who hurt people was dealt with in the end, the hospital however based on humane handling principle, removed the access control at ICU entrance, planning to establish an ICU ward with closer distance to patient families..."

"Not to mention our hospital's people, any family member, say a few nice words, can directly enter the doctor's office inside ICU."

"A bunch of good administrators!!!" Xue Tao very helpless.

However, Xue Tao finished venting, then said: "But situation and result still okay, current Zhang Yu, after rescue, hasn't died yet. But his grandma also admitted, ninety-plus years old high age."

"Moreover, this Zhang Yu's identity itself special, now municipal bureau already intervened investigation, estimate in the end many people will be investigated."

"But Ziye you and Doctor Wu no problem, before incident you already left hospital, entrance surveillance shows clearly, and your late-night snack place also has surveillance proof, so won't be suspected."

"I also okay, just our Director Zhang and Director Wu, including Director Hong Du, all detained."

"Anesthesiology and other superiors in ICU, even more needless to say." Xue Tao smiled bitterly.

"How rescued?" Fang Ziye heard this relaxed a breath, even more curious.

"Old Director Hong Du first time called Old Chinese Doctor Chen, and ICU people first time reacted and went up, Anesthesiology's Nie Mingxian first time rushed to ICU to do external circulation." Xue Tao speaking, also faintly carrying admiration.

"Director Nie is also an external circulation perfusionist?" Fang Ziye extremely shocked.

You know, Eastern Han's external circulation perfusionists, not exceeding five hundred, and among these five hundred, also mixed quality.

Entire Zhongnan Hospital, only two or three external circulation perfusionists, Enshi Central Hospital's Anesthesiology actually has an external circulation perfusionist?

"Director Nie is also a happy master." Xue Tao mouth corners twitching, only instinctive shock left.

External circulation, as name implies, is instrument using machine to temporarily replace heart-lung function.

Enshi Central Hospital introducing such instrument, has economic strength, but operating such instrument, estimate difficulty not small.

To complete external circulation, not just anesthesiology or external circulation perfusionist, must have senior cardiac surgery doctor, anesthesiologist, external circulation perfusionist three most basic units.

Alright, Nie Mingxian can hold multiple concurrent positions all by himself — that's truly a cow lying down, awesome beyond measure.

However, just as Xue Tao spoke to this point, he suddenly received a phone call.

Xue Tao hurriedly chose to answer; after listening for a moment, his spirit instantly jolted: "Found so quickly? Not someone from our hospital?"

"Then how did he get into the ICU, how did he change clothes?"

"Fine, I won't ask the reason!"

"The suspect is injured."

"Leg fracture — have our Trauma Surgery doctors go with the 120 ambulance, together with the 120's accompanying doctor, and bring the patient back, right?"

"Good, okay okay!" Xue Tao nodded.

Xue Tao immediately perked up, stood up in one motion, and said to Fang Ziye: "Interested in going along for a ride? Just going to pick someone up — because of a leg fracture, estimated to be from a beating."

"No, it's a leg broken from a fall, so our Trauma Surgery doctors are needed to participate in scene assessment and patient turnover, must bring him to the hospital at the first time."

When Xue Tao said "estimated to be from a beating," his expression was excited.

Fang Ziye heard this and froze for a moment, his gaze flashing before he asked: "Meaning, when you first saw him, his leg was already broken?"

Fang Ziye understood — this was definitely beaten broken!

The dispatched team members, meaning Zhang Yu's brothers, were truly capable — risking their futures ruined, they still had to beat the legs broken.

"Mm, Ziye your comprehension ability can get full marks."

"Let's go!" Xue Tao immediately departed.

If it were normal times, having him work overtime following the 120 ambulance, Xue Tao would probably be cursing up a storm — he'd done shifts on 120 before, and hearing the alarm sound gave him a psychological shadow.

But this time, Xue Tao was actually willing to voluntarily work overtime — good thing Zhang Mingcan called him, rather than calling Huang Kai to do this kind of thing, otherwise Xue Tao felt he would regret it for half his life, at least ten years.

Fang Ziye was also full of curiosity, really wanting to know — this cow ghost who just sneaked into the ICU pretending to be a superior, making the ICU's standardized residents extubate the patient — what kind of snake god is he?

Fang Ziye is just a tool person; arriving at the Emergency Department, he first changed into work uniforms together with Xue Tao, then got on the 120 ambulance with a doctor and a nurse from above, and quickly departed.

Two cars departed.

(Chapter End)