Chapter 632: No Advance Preparation Whatsoever! (Please Subscribe)

"Professor Fang, you absolutely must not forget our agreement."

Professor Zhou Gongbo, accompanied by a group of people treading carefully, was leaving after the afternoon discussion session ended when he suddenly changed direction, broke away from the group, and walked a few steps toward Fang Ziye.

At this moment, Fang Ziye was in the last row chatting with his own teacher about where to go eat later.

Hearing this, he hurriedly stood up. "Rest assured, Professor Zhou. I won't forget."

Professor Zhou Gongbo extended his left pinky finger, making a pinky-swear gesture, then rejoined the group and left. At Professor Zhou Gongbo's side, the crowd composed of people from Huashan Hospital and Tongji Hospital all glanced at Fang Ziye, but none stepped forward to speak.

Although their ages were closer to Fang Ziye's, they had already missed the best opportunity to associate with Fang Ziye on equal terms; approaching now, Fang Ziye might not have the time to pay them attention, so they didn't bother asking for boredom.

"What did you and Professor Zhang Yue and Professor Zhou Gongbo talk about? It seems like they only looked for you today?"

"At noon when we ate together, Professor Zhang Yue kept going on about..." Deng Yong asked.

Deng Yong now had only barely squeezed into the ranks of super first-class professors, so although they had gathered to eat together, in reality everyone was just giving Deng Yong face, and they hadn't talked deeply.

"Master, it's just a collaborative research project."

"I'll give Big Brother Qin Geluo a call too. Back when I was Chief Resident, Big Brother Qin Geluo helped me quite a lot." Fang Ziye said.

"Knowing gratitude is a good thing. Call him over together." Although Deng Yong had already acknowledged that Fang Ziye had grown up, now that there were many things Fang Ziye hadn't been able to personally participate in, he also felt quite conflicted inside.

But it was still that same sentence: as long as others didn't harm Fang Ziye, he would just let them be.

He just needed to believe that when Fang Ziye encountered major events, he wouldn't forget that he still had this teacher.

Deng Yong was relatively free; he now managed the laboratory, no longer burdened by clinical surgeries, and could attend academic conferences however he liked, as long as he arranged his own schedule.

In contrast, Liu Huanglong, now serving as Administrative Director of Hand Surgery at Zhongnan Hospital, appeared somewhat dusty and weary when he arrived at the dinner gathering.

Liu Huanglong also had a collaboration with Fang Ziye, belonging to the preliminary research on bone tumor chemotherapy, the exploration and study of feasibility of vascularized segments for different lower limb reconstructions...

When Liu Huanglong entered alone, he greeted Deng Yong very politely. "Teacher Deng, Ziye, everyone's here too."

"Professor Liu, we were just waiting for you. Qiao Fei, fill Professor Liu's wine glass." Deng Yong instructed.

Qiao Fei was a Master's student from Xiangya Hospital, same class as Shu Lang, now a first-year doctoral student, about to advance to second year. He was one of the few people in Deng Yong's team who hadn't been taken to Enshi by Fang Ziye.

Liu Huanglong went to Hand Surgery, Deng Yong's Ward Director was removed, the previous Hand Surgery Director Han Yuanxiao returned to lead the team again, so Deng Yong's group only had Qiao Fei left as a "spy" doctoral student.

Qiao Fei was quick-eyed and fast-handed, immediately filling Liu Huanglong's cup to the brim and presenting it respectfully. "Teacher Liu, please."

"Teacher Deng, did I not do something well enough? Just walked in and I have to drink on an empty stomach?" Liu Huanglong picked up his wine glass, his gaze wandering between Deng Yong and Fang Ziye.

Deng Yong hurriedly said: "Liu Huanglong, this isn't punishment wine. Today everyone gets just this one cup, no more. It's just a gathering."

"You're always calling me to find Ziye. Ziye happened to be back for the meeting this time."

Hearing this, Liu Huanglong casually set down his wine glass, realizing today wasn't a forced-drinking session, and said: "Teacher Deng, it really wasn't me looking for Ziye. There are too many people at the Outpatient Clinic looking for Doctor Fang. Ai yo, my ears are about to grow calluses from the annoyance."

"There are previous surgery patients coming for follow-up consultations, there are those referred for initial consultations, and there are those coming because of reputation."

"If Ziye were still at Zhongnan right now, surgeries would probably be booked until the end of the year."

"What a pity, alas..."

Liu Huanglong expressed regret with a smile.

No way around it. In the trap Fang Ziye was "set up" in before, besides leaving, Fang Ziye had no better option.

Who knows what those Health Commission people were thinking, coming up with the idea of doing something in Zhongnan Hospital's registration system.

The work was all done by Fang Ziye and the others, but the benefits were all snatched away by others...

"Liu Huanglong, let's eat and talk. This isn't a formal gathering, just eat and chat casually." Deng Yong hurriedly called out.

Liu Huanglong wasn't too polite either.

By the middle of the dinner, the topic had changed who knows how many times before Deng Yong asked: "Liu Huanglong, you said at the Outpatient Clinic you encountered many patients looking for Ziye?"

"What's going on? How come I haven't heard anyone else mention it?"

"Qin Geluo, when you sat the Outpatient Clinic, did you encounter this?"

Deng Yong had been removed from clinical duties for several months already, so he fundamentally didn't know the situation at the Outpatient Clinic.

"Yes, Teacher Deng. At least forty percent of the appointments are people coming specifically for Ziye!"

"It's just that Ziye isn't in the department, so we can only tell the truth."

"Especially in the last one or two months!" Qin Geluo replied.

Qiao Fei said in a low voice: "Even Director Han's side has quite a few people coming for Senior Brother Fang. Director Han once specifically complained about it after a ward round ended."

Fang Ziye's reputation had slowly spread out. At least in small circles, his recognition was quite high.

Through word of mouth, it was normal for some to come because of reputation.

But having this many surge in all at once was quite unexpected.

But Fang Ziye knew the possible reason: "Teacher Liu, do you still remember that method you taught me before?"

"I started doing it recently. I estimate the people registering for my number are mostly young people. They might be coming to be melon-eating onlookers."

Hearing this, Liu Huanglong first narrowed his eyes!

Then immediately reacted and said to Fang Ziye: "Oh, your self-media took off?"

"You haven't livestreamed in so long. I don't even know how many fans you have now."

"But your fan distribution is quite precise..."

"Many fans is a good thing, but sometimes it's not that good either." Liu Huanglong's gaze was subtle, then he looked at Deng Yong.

Deng Yong's gaze was indeed surprised, but he didn't reproach the two.

Today was purely just a dinner gathering, so during the dinner, no one talked about anything particularly serious.

In the evening, Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo returned to Luo Tingzhu's Fang Ziye each went to sleep.

Fang Ziye stood at the window, watching the lights come on, watching the distant night view neon lights.

But this state didn't last long before it was broken by a phone ring, from Professor Duan Hong: "Teacher Duan, hello."

"Ziye, have you rested?" Duan Hong asked.

"Not yet. I was just about to rest. Teacher Duan, you haven't rested either?" Fang Ziye replied.

"I was originally planning to rest too, but just now, I received a phone call saying a security vulnerability was detected in our prosthesis system."

"And the prosthesis systems we've already shipped out also have vulnerabilities, so I hurriedly had Wu Xuanqi contact Dean Chen Song to have him step in and retrieve Old Master Zhang's prosthesis." Deng Yong said busily.

"Security vulnerability? What's going on?" Fang Ziye's pupils abruptly contracted.

"Was it found through self-check, or is there an inserted program?" Fang Ziye asked hurriedly.

Currently, the AI prosthesis has only been given to one person for trial use in advance, and that is Old Master Zhang, mainly to facilitate his travel.

This kind of information absolutely would not be leaked by anyone, and no one would dare leak it!

"It was found through self-check, seems like there's a bug that needs fixing, fortunately no problems have occurred."

"But I still thought I'd give you a call, Ziye, to give you a heads-up, so you wouldn't be unaware when the time comes."

"Optimization and testing of this kind of system also requires continuous time to accumulate."

"Ziye, I just want to ask you, should we continue providing trial convenience to Old Master Zhang? Or should we retrieve it?"

"You have to know, if something happens to him, our research project will likely be directly halted, the loss would be too great!!!" Duan Hong said with deep concern.

The ultimate target population for AI prostheses cannot be just Old Master Zhang alone, but a group — it is R&D to benefit disabled patients.

But?

Old Master Zhang's identity is bound to be quite special; he does not meet the criteria to be a trial user.

"Professor Deng, regarding this matter, I suggest you contact Dean Chen Song and let him make the decision; that would be better."

"Old Master Zhang has suffered enough his whole life. If a Phase I clinical trial is really to be conducted, my suggestion is still to choose young people, because even if young people get knocked around a bit, they're more durable and won't have risks like fractures." Fang Ziye suggested cautiously.

"Good, that's what I think too! ~" Duan Hong then hung up the phone.

Fang Ziye looked at his phone, then looked out the window, feeling Duan Hong's call was somewhat inexplicable, yet also feeling it was perfectly reasonable.

He himself now, ultimately, was no longer a rookie who knew nothing, so someone would actually 'report' to him! ~

Even if it's just a cooperative relationship, when others face him, they become careful and cautious, letting him know the situation, not daring to casually screw him over.

In the past, Fang Ziye had this same mentality when dealing with his superiors.

After thinking it through, Fang Ziye still decided to edit a string of messages and send them to Professor Duan Hong: "Teacher Duan, thank you for calling to notify me! ~"

"But actually this kind of thing, you can handle yourself; being overly polite just creates distance, as long as you give me a heads-up afterward."

"Or have Big Brother Wu Xuanqi call me; he and I have always been thick-skinned with each other, easier to communicate."

"Mm, okay, Ziye! ~" Professor Duan Hong's reply was also very simple.

He is ultimately Professor Duan Hong; he cannot be like Wu Xuanqi and let down his guard. He ultimately still represents the face of Tongji Hospital, the top figure in Hubei Province's Trauma Surgery; he cannot show a subservient attitude toward Fang Ziye.

Even if Fang Ziye reaches the world's top-tier in the future, he still cannot bow and scrape; some things cannot be severed.

Facing anyone! ~

Fang Ziye started a video call with Luo Tingzhu, then each read literature and looked up materials.

……

Next door, Lan Tianluo was also feeling melancholy. He looked at his phone with not a single missed call, but twenty-plus read WeChat messages and texts, and began to struggle.

"Why are women so troublesome?"

"Harder to solve and deal with than a century-old difficult problem! ~" Lan Tianluo said in a low voice.

However, after reading the content of the messages, Lan Tianluo still decided to go consult someone. Other consultation targets were too distant, so he sent a message to Luo Tingzhu, explaining the situation between him and Assimilate, and then stated his decision...

Luo Tingzhu said: "Lan Tianluo, don't be ridiculous."

"Your angle of thinking about things is still too simplistic. You can choose the ideal world, but at the same time you have to acknowledge that others will be more inclined toward reality."

"She didn't screw you over, didn't harm you — what gives you the right to think like that?"

"But more importantly, you — do you really like her?" Luo Tingzhu started pontificating.

"I can't say for sure." Lan Tianluo said.

"Probably not like, but not an ordinary friend's feeling either; just feel that chatting with her is quite interesting."

Luo Tingzhu started commenting: "Someone like you, who hits on someone then leaves, belongs to the category of pure scumbag. You were the one who hit on her first, right?"

Lan Tianluo didn't deny it either: "It was indeed me at first, but at that time, I absolutely didn't have that layer of meaning; I just praised her for being good-looking..."

One Luo Tingzhu, teaching began teaching Lan Tianluo romance.

……

"Knock knock knock!"

"Knock knock knock! ~" At some unknown time, urgent knocking sounds rang out.

"Lan Tianluo, get up, we're going back to Enshi now!" Fang Ziye's unquestionable tone barged in.

"Ah ha?" Lan Tianluo, hearing this, he who hadn't slept yet was a bit dumbfounded.

"Hurry up and get dressed, depart immediately for the train station."

"If there's no train we'll take a taxi back!" Fang Ziye's voice came again.

……

Ten minutes later, the community doorway.

Han City in June was already stiflingly hot; the night couldn't dispel the heat. Lan Tianluo and Fang Ziye each only carried a backpack, hailed a taxi and said: "Master, Enshi! ~"

The taxi driver who had already pushed the meter froze: "Brother, this is a taxi! ~"

"I know, Enshi! ~ Will you go or not? I'll give you the money." Fang Ziye asked.

"If you insist on putting it that way, it's not impossible."

"Highway tolls and return trip fare?"

"We need to make that clear." The driver said.

"Fine, let's go, Master." Fang Ziye had no point of hesitation at all.

Everything was clear, the driver didn't dilly-dally, started the meter and then said: "Brother, did you encounter something urgent?"

"Actually, clocking out and going back like this is a bad deal for you; if you head to the train station now you might still catch the train."

"The train's too slow. Master, thanks for the trouble, we have urgent business." Fang Ziye replied.

The driver didn't waste more words, merely reported the situation to his family, then turned the steering wheel toward the nearest highway entrance.

Lan Tianluo's gaze was still somewhat dazed at this moment; he just watched Fang Ziye continuously replying to messages on WeChat, only his own messages had not yet received a reply.

Fang Ziye also didn't say what had happened, so he wasn't clear on what the situation actually was.

"Senior Brother, what exactly happened?" Lan Tianluo held it in for a long time before asking.

Fang Ziye didn't answer, but instead raised his head and suddenly asked: "Master, what's your license plate number? Tell me, once we get on the highway you just drive without speed limit as long as it's safe! ~"

"I'll have someone register it for you."

The driver, hearing this, couldn't help a shudder; the sound of him swallowing saliva was very sharp: "Brother, you're joking, right?"

"Even if our family has some connections, they can't be used like this, can they?" The driver didn't take it seriously.

"How about this: you give me the plate number, I'll have the other side log it first, and later the traffic police will contact you."

"Where I need to rush to right now is the Enshi fire scene to participate in the rescue! ~" Fang Ziye said.

"For real or fake? My plate is E-A..." The driver didn't hide his plate number either.

Fang Ziye replied based on the license plate number.

Lan Tianluo's whole body tensed: "Senior Brother, what's going on?"

"Actually two things are intertwined. The first concerns our team directly: the United States' Rui Sheng Biology, at 9:10 AM their time, submitted a patent application — the chemotherapy use of our team's microcirculation instrument."

"They've finally made their move."

"But this matter isn't especially urgent; we've had a contingency plan for a long time..."

When Fang Ziye spoke here, the driver's phone rang.

Fang Ziye wasn't surprised, just continued to Lan: "The second thing: a farmers market in Enshi caught fire, and fire engines are being drafted from both Xian Market and Han City!"

"You didn't mishear — drafted from Xian Market and Han City."

Lan Tianluo, hearing this, was shocked all over; even his eyeballs trembled: "Distant water can't put out a near fire? This?"

"The farmers market is huge! ~"

"Dean Chen Song, upon learning the news, immediately emptied the sanatorium of non-critical patients, had people urgently add extra beds, and has already cleared twenty-seven courtyards, a total of eighty-nine beds, to receive critical patients."

"Which forces me to go back; if we hadn't caught a ride, the 120 ambulance from the hospital nearest our community would have taken us back."

"But we've already got one! ~"

"The sanatorium clearing beds?" Lan Tianluo thought he'd misheard.

"What's wrong? Is that so incredible in our Eastern Han?"

"Military region sanatorium — military personnel first priority; when have they not arrived first? You think I chose Enshi Yangyuan before just to see some old geezers?" Fang Ziye said without a doubt! ~

Perhaps even if they stepped in they wouldn't save everyone, but they're usually the first to arrive, and they arrive at the first moment! ~

In Enshi Yangyuan there are many people who carried out similar missions and left behind sequelae.

This time, when an emergency occurred, Enshi Yangyuan's first move was to clear the patients inside, and the execution efficiency was this high — the fundamental reason lies right here.

Because they're cute!

After the driver hung up, he didn't speed up; instead he grew a bit worried, stopped calling "brother," and asked: "Big Brother, how about you switch to another car?"

"Me?"

"I'm just an ordinary bald-headed commoner."

"Master, I'm a doctor, and I'm also a commoner; I just need to urgently reach Enshi to rescue patients."

Fang Ziye hurriedly said: "I trust your skill; can you appropriately increase speed while guaranteeing safety?"

"Switching cars would only delay time."

"You also heard what I just said — even Xian Market's fire engines are rushing there! ~"

"Please help us out of kindness."

The driver, hearing this, bit his lip, and started pressing the accelerator: "Let's go! ~"

Before long, Fang Ziye saw the messages on his phone.

His own master Deng Yong, plus people from Zhongnan Hospital's Emergency Department, Burn Department, and Vascular Surgery had already received the task and were urgently rushing in that direction.

Although it hasn't made the news, an order higher than Hubei Province has already issued a death order: save people at all costs!

An urban fire is no joke!

Fang Ziye also received the task; now, once he returns, he will undertake the emergency surgical rescue of critical patients together with Professor Li Yongjun, including but not limited to emergency rescue, and serve as the deputy commander of the in-sanatorium rescue!

Even if Fang Ziye has no experience, no experience but has technique — he still has to force his way through!

As the night and lights outside the window receded faster and faster, Fang Ziye could tell the driver had already been cursed to high heaven by some cars on the road.

Watching the driver still very steady, snatching time very quickly.

Aside from not running red lights or driving against traffic, he basically committed every other violation.

"Master, your driving's pretty good, huh?" Fang Ziye's mood was very anxious right now; he could only calm his heartbeat with a joke.

"I used to drive a bus." The driver said. "After retirement, I drive a taxi to supplement household income."

Then no problem.

Han City's buses, Yucheng's yellow Ferraris — they're famous nationwide.

A sailor who can't fly a plane isn't a good bus driver — that saying is the highest praise for Han City bus drivers!

Fang Ziye's task right now is to rush, rush, and keep rushing!

However, taking advantage of this time, Fang Ziye was still discussing post-rescue countermeasures with Lan Tianluo.

"Tianluo, after our rescue ends, the first thing we must do is release the data we previously hid."

"Also, you need to follow up and investigate whether the other professors who attended the previous meeting and reached cooperation agreements with our team have violated regulations by conducting clinical trials!"

"Same as always — I've said before, this project works well, but it's not suitable for direct clinical application!"

"Whichever team violates this principle first, tally it up and report it directly!"

"This is conducting live experimentation."

"Overseas is beyond our control!"

"At minimum, our team has only filed this project for approval; if foreigners want to take risks and jump ahead with human trials, that's their choice — not us letting them down or deliberately sabotaging them!"

"First, complete the follow-up visits to check if any domestic teams have violated regulations. If yes, report it; if no, report that too!!"

"Second, publish the paper on microcirculation instrument circulation interruption — we've prepared this long ago; it's our strongest weapon to stop their patent applications."

"Third, we must quickly organize the orthopedic tumor clinical chemotherapy dosage data into a paper and publish it ASAP, to complete patent registration and filing sooner."

"Fourth, no need to write it down, Tian Luo — I'm just telling you these things exist; I've already written notes and will send them to you when the time comes."

"Fifth point — no, fourth point……"

Fang Ziye's most urgent task right now is obviously to rush back to Enshi and join the rescue effort, but regarding others beating him to patent registration, Fang Ziye already had a contingency plan.

It's not that Fang Ziye doesn't want to register patents early — there are still some theoretical aspects that haven't been perfected.

Otherwise, with Fang Ziye Team's accumulated animal trial data, they could have signed off and proceeded to clinical trials long ago, instead of continuing to wait!

Lan Tianluo nodded vigorously; "Okay Senior Brother, as long as you have the ideas and plans in mind, that's fine."

"But Senior Brother, what if some professor takes a risk and secretly gives chemotherapy to bone tumor patients behind our backs?"

"What else can we do? Report them!" Fang Ziye was utterly ruthless!

Violating clinical trial regulations — joking, right?

Previously, the drugs used at Zhongnan Hospital were effective but hadn't passed Phase III clinical trials — look at Professor Duan Hong, such a top-tier professor, see if he's panicking or not?

This is the absolute bottom line — whoever touches it dies!

No need to bother with any human relations or social niceties whatsoever.

Doing experiments directly on patients is absolutely unacceptable — living beings aren't test subjects; this is also the bottom line of humanity. No matter how important your research, you cannot skip steps just to chase progress!

History has already seen large numbers of lives, bloody facts, proving the cost of skipping experimental steps.

Moreover, Chinese people conducting live experiments on their own countrymen is even more despicable than foreigners doing it on their own nationals!!!!

Around 11:00 AM, Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo both fell asleep.

Han City is about 520 kilometers from Enshi; normal travel time is around four hours.

But because the driver wasn't speed-limited, once on the highway he drove nearly the entire way at 160 km/h, and it was night, weekend, road conditions were especially good.

He actually made it directly to the sanatorium entrance in just a bit over four hours.

Fang Ziye scanned the code and said: "Driver, how much?"

"Eight hundred — giving you cost price." The driver looked at the rows of ambulances lined up at the sanatorium entrance and spoke quite understandingly.

Fang Ziye had zero time to waste with the driver; seeing him quote randomly, Fang Ziye cautiously transferred 3,800.

At three yuan per kilometer, 500+ km round trip is 3,000; 800 is tolls and hardship fee.

Might be more, might be less, but right now, where would Fang Ziye find time to calculate precisely?

He'd long since given the driver his phone number, telling him to settle accounts after returning.

But the driver was also quite honorable — long after receiving the call, he'd already zeroed out his metered fare sheet.

Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo rushed straight into the clinical area.

The sanatorium's automatic sliding doors stood wide open; green-clad figures and stretchers moved in and out continuously.

After Fang Ziye entered, he could occasionally hear piercing, miserable screams.

Current time: 2:49 AM.

When the two first entered, security even deliberately stopped them.

"I'm Fang Ziye." After Fang Ziye identified himself, the guard immediately lowered his hand: "Professor Fang, you're finally back — Professor Li from Surgery has already come asking several times."

"Said to go to the operating room first thing after you return."

"Professor Li also said, once you enter the OR, only save lives, don't treat diseases — finish the critical parts and leave; all operating rooms are yours to move through!"

"I also find it strange — he said you can."

"Lan Tianluo is also a clinical doctor!" Fang Ziye grabbed Lan Tianluo and quickly circled through the corridor straight toward the operating rooms.

Inside the sanatorium, there are only this many operating rooms!

However, Fang Ziye was instantly dumbfounded upon entering the OR —

The Military Region Yangyuan is too f***ing fierce, right?

Motherf***er!

Fang Ziye felt the whole world was going crazy.

Right at the wide corridor entrance of the operating rooms, someone in surgical gowns was directly operating outside the OR!!!

Really operating — not just simple debridement and suturing!

Fang Ziye had long heard that military doctors prioritize efficiency and never stick to dogma.

Any technique that saves lives is a good technique — no rigid rules whatsoever……

Fang Ziye also heard that long, long ago, military doctors' rescue processes were exceptionally violent — not only could patients' families and the patients themselves not bear to watch, even peers couldn't stomach it.

It was precisely this cruel environment that honed their superb practical skills.

"Who are you people?" Someone was guarding the OR entrance.

"Fang Ziye, Lan Tianluo! Where's the changing room?" Fang Ziye asked.

The original changing room had already fallen — people were operating there too, and Fang Ziye confirmed the person operating at the changing room entrance was precisely Hand Surgery's Du Donglin!

"This way!" That person didn't recognize Fang Ziye but had heard of him; however, there was absolutely no time to guide him — just pointed in a direction.

Fang Ziye hurriedly ran over.

A few minutes later, Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo had both put on the green scrub suits and sterile surgical gowns.

When leaving, a circulating nurse inside the sanatorium who recognized Fang Ziye said: "Professor Fang, Dean Chen said, if the situation is urgent, you don't need to change into surgical gowns and waste time! ~"

"Right now, save the life first! ~"

"Good! ~" Fang Ziye no longer wasted words, and directly rushed into the operating room.

"Tian Luo, keep up."

Even thinking with your buttocks you could figure it out — inside the sanatorium, professionals had categorized the patients' critical conditions.

Those inside the operating rooms were absolutely patients about to die right now; those still in the corridor were the ones who hadn't reached the absolute line of life and death!

Fang Ziye didn't know how things were arranged here; he held up his sterile gloves, kicked open the operating room door, and then entered the operating theater.

Inside, three people formed a team, busy working on the operating table.

After Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo entered, they could see fresh blood gushing like a spring from the patient's wound on the operating table.

"It's over, the hematoma ruptured! ~" The voice of one of the younger youth doctors was horrified.

"Call Professor Li! ~" It was Professor Yao Zhanzhong's voice.

"Professor Yao, I am Fang Ziye! ~" Fang Ziye immediately rushed forward with quick steps.

One person happened to be preparing to step down, but was caught by Yao Zhanzhong; he didn't even turn his head, trusting Fang Ziye one hundred percent: "No need to call, make way, assistant! ~"

"Group Leader Fang, this patient." Yao Zhanzhong hadn't had time to explain, and Fang Ziye also had no time to explain anything else; he directly reached his hand into the patient's abdominal cavity.

Fang Ziye's Hemostasis Technique was already Level 6 long ago.

However, in this kind of emergency situation, the operation of hemostasis wasn't the most critical part; what was even more critical was identifying the bleeding source, therefore, the moment Fang Ziye stepped up, he directly maxed out his Physical Examination Technique without the slightest hesitation.

Don't joke around!

With today's scene at the sanatorium, the MRI machines are smoking from overuse, and they still estimate they can't finish the examinations in time.

Without auxiliary examinations, we can only rely on solid basic skills to complete the diagnosis.

Must be fast, ruthless, accurate.

The moment Fang Ziye's two hands probed into the patient's abdomen, it was as if they had an automatic positioning cruise system — they instinctively began to turn.

Although the situation occurred suddenly, with zero preparation, Fang Ziye's own ability, his own Knowledge Points, were the greatest preparation! ~

"..."

(Chapter End)