Chapter 634: Blood-Red Medal!

After Fang Ziye's intervention, the patient's condition was no longer as critically urgent as before, and had already preliminarily escaped danger!

Only some complex surgical operations still needed to be performed to completely insulate against the word "danger."

Liu Guo seemed to come alive as a whole person, and asked further: "Professor Lin, are we doing a wedge resection now or separating the internal vessels first?"

Liu Guo's mindset adjusted very well; right now the most important thing was to solve the problem, rather than indulge in shock or uneasy emotions.

If there's something to do, do it first; idle chat has no meaning at all, it only wastes time.

……

"Get Xiao Nie over here, this vessel is too fine, the sheath won't pass through." In the neurosurgery operating room where Professor Bi Weiqing was, Fang Ziye had just stepped into the doorway when he heard Professor Bi Weiqing instruct the circulating nurse like this.

His tone was anxious, "It would work if Professor Li Yongjun could come too?"

"Professor Bi, I just called Doctor Nie in Operating Room 4, he's on the stage right now and can't come down." The circulating nurse's voice was crisp and decisive, her speech very fast, not a trace of dragging mud and water,

"At least half an hour before he can step down, he has a half-abdomen mangled extremity over there."

"Can't get away."

The circulating nurse's tone was also very serious, and did not weaken or compromise because Bi Weiqing was a professor.

Can't come means can't come.

Even if people were to die, still can't come.

Undoubtedly, Professor Bi Weiqing was the Group Leader of the Neurosurgery Group, and also the top expert replacing Professor Zheng Dahai; he had transferred from Huashan Hospital, his strength extremely formidable!

It could be said he stood at the very peak handful of Eastern Han.

However, specialization exists in surgery; although neurosurgery also does angiography, when encountering some relatively fine areas, or places where vessel course is not good, wanting to pass the catheter through precisely is still not an easy matter, difficulty no less than finding a narrow channel in the vast ocean, not tolerating the slightest deviation……

"Who?" Professor Bi Weiqing heard the sound of the operating room door being kicked open, and raised his head.

"Professor Bi, it's me! ~ Fang Ziye." Fang Ziye had already walked quickly to the operating table front, and began changing gloves in an orderly manner.

"Pa pa" the sound of rubber gloves clapping hands like crisp whip cracks!

Crisp like meat splitting, exceptionally piercing in the quiet operating room!

"Xiao Fang, you came just in time, you seem to be able to play with catheters too." Professor Bi Weiqing saw Fang Ziye and hurriedly said.

He didn't choose to find Fang Ziye because Fang Ziye wasn't there; if Fang Ziye was there, Fang Ziye was also his preferred choice.

Now Fang Ziye had even voluntarily delivered himself to the door.

Lan Tianluo this time didn't choose to go on stage, but silently stood to the side; he understood, neurosurgery was too far from him.

This patient had intracranial hemorrhage, must use a catheter under angiographic monitoring to precisely complete hemostasis.

This operation required extremely precise hemostasis technique!

Also couldn't directly occlude the brain's large artery; once an operation error occurred, consequences unthinkable.

He clearly knew his positioning; he didn't need to go on stage, only needed to stand below the stage, carefully watch Fang Ziye's operation, quietly learn……

Busy but not chaotic, can learn at any time.

Learn everything, learn Senior Brother……

Not only Fang Ziye's operation ability, but also Fang Ziye's handling ability, interpersonal ability, how Fang Ziye should interact with others given his current position, Fang Ziye's mindset, temperament transformation……

That once amiable, 'respect teachers and value the Way', 'polite and courteous' Ziye Senior Brother is continuously drifting away.

Fang Ziye quickly arrived at Professor Bi Weiqing's side, then took the catheter tail end from his hand.

He didn't rush to operate, but first felt the catheter's texture!

Hand feel is a very important thing.

Fang Ziye's fingers lightly slid on the catheter, as if sensing the catheter's pulse——

Fang Ziye only lightly extended and retracted a few times, then rapidly found the catheter's distal end, after a few seconds!

Fang Ziye then lightly rotated a few times, and the catheter became agile and obedient.

"Professor Bi, go where." Fang Ziye not a word of nonsense.

Fang Ziye only does things.

"From here, from this vessel keep going forward, the bleeding point is roughly at this position."

"Professor Fang, you just need to deliver the catheter to here…?"

Professor Bi Weiqing seemed to have awakened the ability of words becoming law!

He had just finished speaking!

Then saw the catheter's distal end precisely stop at his finger's position!

Fang Ziye's operation stopped!

Professor Bi Weiqing's voice stopped.

Others' breathing sounds stopped.

Almost everyone began to suspect life.

Was Professor Bi Weiqing acting just to be lazy?

Such a simple operation, he pretended he couldn't do it?

But quickly, everyone denied this absurd idea……

Professor Bi Weiqing's eyebrows knitted together, as if seeing an incredible thing. His eyes even more filled with shock!

Professor Bi Weiqing shouldn't have been stunned, only he had failed many times, Fang Ziye reached the destination in one go, causing his synapses to malfunction in a short time, inevitably freezing up.

"Professor Bi, is this okay?" Fang Ziye didn't see Professor Bi Weiqing take over his position, and asked proactively first.

"Rumors are not false! ~"

Professor Bi Weiqing's chest heaved slightly twice, he took a deep breath, voice urgent again: "Right here, thank you for your trouble, Professor Fang!"

He took Fang Ziye's catheter, quickly withdrew the guidewire:

"Professor Fang! Thank you."

Fang Ziye stepped backward, his gaze gradually turning gentle; he swept a glance over Professor Bi Weiqing, saw the other man's expression was satisfied, and a faint smile also appeared on his own face.

The other party treated him courteously; no matter how busy he was, Fang Ziye could not act coldly without reason.

"I only came to lend a hand; the one who worked harder is still you, Professor Bi! ~"

"I'll leave first."

As Fang Ziye withdrew he turned, without the slightest delay, and he and Lan Tianluo exited the operating room together.

He understood that he was merely an assistant; the one truly bearing responsibility for the surgical rescue was Professor Bi Weiqing.

Changing his positioning, he himself was a "Premium odd-job man"!

Specializing in dealing with those Ox-Head and Horse-Face little minions of the King of Hell's palace, because the King of Hell would not come personally to claim lives! ~

……

"What exactly is this Fang Ziye's background? How is he so proficient even in angiography? Does anyone know?" After Professor Bi Weiqing retook control of the operating table, his heart was already calm and composed.

Only his tone still carried doubt and puzzlement.

He had not been at the sanatorium long; Fang Ziye had also been absent from the sanatorium for most of April, so Bi Weiqing's understanding of Fang Ziye was not extensive.

Associate Professor Tang Xin answered with a smile: "Professor Fang is from Zhongnan Hospital, originating from the Orthopedics Department's Trauma Surgery; as for the rest, it's all somewhat unreasonable."

Fang Ziye's capability had already exceeded common sense.

"Actually Professor Fang is still very easy to get along with." Another person added:

"Back when Professor Zheng was still here, we didn't take emergency cases, so we also didn't know Professor Fang was skilled at this too."

"If it weren't for Doctor Nie Mingxian and Professor Li Yongjun both saying he excelled at it, we would never have had the chance to discover it."

"However I heard the Anesthesiology Department's separate anesthesia was started up by Professor Fang leading a team." Tang Xin interjected again.

After Tang Xin finished speaking, Professor Bi Weiqing had not yet had time to respond; a professor presiding over anesthesia for the patient heard it, first stood up in shock, an incredulous expression appeared on his face, and he asked:

"Ah? The sensory-motor separate anesthesia — he led the team that set it up?"

He immediately ran out the door, chased a glance, but Fang Ziye had already disappeared; his figure could not be found in the operating room corridor either.

Turning back, his tone was slightly reproachful: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"If you'd said so earlier, would I have kept him here?"

Tang Xin shut his mouth and did not answer!

Keep him here at this time? Do you believe someone could beat you onto the operating table?

Of course, Tang Xin also knew now was not the time for gossip and Q&A; Professor Bi Weiqing had already begun performing vascular embolization hemostasis……

If this kind of patient were sent to a prefecture-level city hospital's Neurosurgery, the outcome could only be one more dead patient; even sent to the sanatorium, Professor Bi Weiqing nearly had no recourse.

This was not because Professor Bi Weiqing's technique had a problem, but because this patient's intracranial vessels were truly too tortuous and complex, like a maze difficult to navigate; even an extremely experienced doctor would find it hard to precisely locate the bleeding point.

If the skill and timing are off by an inch, the final result may err by a thousand miles.

Every shortcoming in each detail could lead to irreversible consequences.

In the current situation, Fang Ziye has already fed the rice well, but not everyone can "swallow it down".

……

One hour later.

"So tired! ~ Holy crap."

When Fang Ziye came out of the eighth operating room, his body already felt obvious fatigue; he began breathing heavily, hoping to expel the fatigue and pressure inside his body.

"Tian Luo, what time is it now?" Fang Ziye leaned against the wall, his eyes roaming over Lan Tianluo who was also leaning against the wall.

"Three forty-three; we only entered the operating room forty-eight minutes forty-nine seconds ago." Lan Tianluo immediately gave a precise reply; he was extremely sensitive to numbers, fundamentally not needing to calculate deliberately.

The two of them only arrived at the operating room entrance at two forty-nine.

But arriving at the operating room entrance and entering an operating room are two different concepts.

"Only forty-odd minutes have passed? Why do I feel like three hours have passed?" Fang Ziye found it somewhat hard to believe.

"Could it be my stamina is no good?" He expanded his chest, striving to keep himself awake.

Lan Tianluo carefully observed Fang Ziye; he saw Fang Ziye's current state — his whole body almost had not a single clean spot.

Fang Ziye's mask, cap, and surgical gown were all stained with blood, as if soaked in blood plasma, already dried into coagulated blood clots……

The sterile surgical gown he wore was also long since blotched here and there with bloodstains, especially that operating room just now — the situation was too intense; arterial blood had spurted out twice, directly splashing onto Fang Ziye.

His shoulders, chest, and the hem of the sterile surgical gown, the neck area, were all crusted with blood scabs, appearing somewhat shocking under the corridor's incandescent lamps.

But Lan Tianluo was not afraid.

Fang Ziye was not a general just returned from the battlefield, covered in fresh blood, struggling in crowds, so his battle robe was stained with blood!

Every bloodstain on Fang Ziye was a medal of life……

"Senior Brother, you've been rushing nonstop! ~" Lan Tianluo said softly.

"Once inside the operating room, either you're changing clothes or performing surgical operations; both physical and mental consumption are extremely great."

"Are you alright, Senior Brother?"

"Ten operating rooms; besides the operating rooms of the two Big Brothers Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian where you didn't act, the patient in the seventh operating room was already declared dead." Lan Tianluo recited Fang Ziye's movement trajectory like counting his own treasures.

"The other eight operating rooms, you all participated in the rescue."

"Oh, not right — when you entered the eighth operating room, you also helped a surgery at the corridor entrance; that was Spine Surgery Deputy Chief Physician Pan Benfa as lead surgeon for a femoral sheath rupture." Lan Tianluo carefully recalled every detail.

"Go, let's go shower first! ~" Fang Ziye patted Lan Tianluo's shoulder: "The operations inside the operating rooms can probably continue for a while; I estimate the number of injured this time may be several hundred, and the severely injured no fewer than eighty!"

Fang Ziye lowered his voice.

Fire and water are merciless; Fang Ziye also cannot change the final outcome — what he can do is, within the scope of his ability, strive to save more lives.

Actually, Lan Tianluo's condition was not much better than Fang Ziye's; he just hadn't operated all over the place like Fang Ziye!

But he was still dragged along by Fang Ziye, brought onto the stage, doing what he could.

In the operating room's shower room, water vapor filled the air, hot steam rising.

"Tian Luo, help me pull this off! It's stuck." Fang Ziye said, straining to tug the scrubs clinging to his body, only to find they were already glued fast to his skin by blood and sweat.

The adhesiveness of coagulated blood is extremely strong, especially after it dries, the stickiness is even worse.

In the process of tearing it off, his body hair was definitely being ripped out.

He frowned tightly, enduring the pain of the tearing.

It wasn't that Fang Ziye was afraid of pain, couldn't stand pain.

Rather, anyone faced with pain would loathe and recoil from it; Fang Ziye was human too.

"Senior Brother, it's done!" Lan Tianluo didn't hesitate at all, just exerted a little force directly.

Fang Ziye's expression didn't change; he quickly scrubbed clean.

No matter how clean the patient's blood was, to Fang Ziye it was all filth.

Fang Ziye, for whom the emergency surgery had just about gotten on track, needed to attend to his personal hygiene...

The two quickly rinsed off, washing away the sticky sweat and bloodstains on their bodies, then put on clean green scrubs and pants again.

Fang Ziye was just planning to make another round of the operating rooms to see if anywhere needed help, continue filling gaps, when his mobile phone rang again.

He took out his phone and looked — it was Professor Li Yongjun calling.

He knew Professor Li Yongjun should already know he had arrived at the sanatorium.

"Tian Luo, wait a moment!" Fang Ziye stopped Lan Tianluo, then answered the call.

"Professor Li." Fang Ziye's tone was calm.

"Fang Ziye, after you finish this surgery, come out of the operating room immediately, go to the administrative building lobby of the sanatorium's surgical diagnosis area, enter Emergency Group 3!" Professor Li Yongjun's voice was crisp and decisive!

He was giving an order, not discussing with Fang Ziye.

The capable bear more labor.

"Professor Li, I've already stepped down." Fang Ziye truthfully reported his situation.

"Then go over right away." Professor Li Yongjun's tone softened slightly, "Emergency Group, Group 3! Once you're there, you go straight into the group."

"Other matters I've already arranged."

He finished that sentence and directly hung up, not giving Fang Ziye any chance to ask questions.

Fang Ziye knew it was crowded and noisy outside; afraid he wouldn't hear clearly, he directly put it on speakerphone so Lan Tianluo could also hear Professor Li Yongjun's instructions.

After hearing Professor Li Yongjun's instructions, Lan Tianluo's face immediately showed a trace of excitement: "Group 3, that's the emergency group Sister is in."

Not schadenfreude, but finding joy in suffering.

This sudden incident, not to mention someone like Luo Tingzhu who has clinical experience!

Even those pure research group personnel, as long as they have some medical foundation, will come over to help.

Expediency in urgent times; these people are at least more professional than ordinary volunteers, letting them act as doctors won't be too far off, they just might not reach the height of top professors.

Fang Ziye said: "Let's go, find Tingzhu."

"Did you bring dry rations? Tian Luo." Fang Ziye asked; he suddenly remembered he hadn't eaten in a long time, he felt his stomach empty, as if already stuck to his back.

He thought as long as he rushed to Enshi, ate dinner, he wouldn't have to worry about anything else, but now he was already hungry to the point of front chest sticking to back, he really hoped to eat a biscuit or drink a can of cola, stimulate his taste buds a bit.

"Senior Brother, are you about to have low blood sugar? Your complexion doesn't look good."

"I don't have anything either." Lan Tianluo shook his head.

"Shouldn't be low blood sugar!" Fang Ziye walked off first.

When Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo walked out of the operating room, they discovered a nurse walking in from outside, and currently stuffing betel nut into her mouth.

Lan Tianluo went around, but Fang Ziye faced the comer head-on: "Bro, is yours sweet? Can you give me one?"

That person looked at Fang Ziye for a few seconds; he didn't recognize the masked Fang Ziye, hesitated a moment, still passed the bag over.

"You take two." he said.

Fang Ziye said: "Two is enough, thanks!"

He took the bag, took out two betel nuts from inside, then put one into his pants pocket, the other directly stuffed into his mouth!

He couldn't care about too much anymore; what was clean or not clean didn't matter at all!

Even if eating one caused cancer, he accepted it.

Rushing through the night, running in operating rooms, one string of surgeries after another, only doing emergency operations, this consumed too much of his brainpower and physical strength.

Nine surgeries, not the same as eating nine steamed buns, walking into nine operating rooms.

Equally nine brainstorming sessions.

Nine times in one hour.

"You want one?" Fang Ziye asked Lan Tianluo.

Lan Tianluo hesitated slightly, then nodded.

Fang Ziye could only dig out the betel nut he'd stuffed in his pants and hand it to him!

He himself was hungry; if Lan Tianluo wasn't hungry, he'd be the one with a problem.

After Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo walked out of the operating room, they finally saw some more pleasing sights; patients outside were fewer and fewer, at least not chaotic and disordered like when they first arrived, as if everything was slowly returning to order.

The sanatorium's surgical diagnosis area office had been temporarily converted into a resuscitation room. Inside there were only five patients.

Two of them were undergoing emergency treatment.

After Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo entered, they walked straight toward Luo Tingzhu's direction.

At this moment Luo Tingzhu was standing seriously beside a patient, scalpel in right hand, gaze steady as she performed debridement.

Her movements were earnest and focused, as if she had forgotten everything around her. The spot she was debriding was precisely the patient's thigh anterior.

Moreover, Fang Ziye discovered that right now Luo Tingzhu also appeared exceptionally bedraggled.

She wore an ordinary white coat, but she wasn't wearing a surgical cap; her hair was caked into a cake by blood crusts, and there were traces of blood drops on her neck too.

Her white coat was both new and old; the fair texture and the blood-red texture were both clearly visible...

Fang Ziye's mouth was wrapped around a betel nut, so he couldn't smell the bloody odor permeating the air, but the scent of the body wash Luo Tingzhu habitually used had already pierced into Fang Ziye's nasal cavity; that familiar scent made him feel a wave of peace of mind, and also a wave of heartache.

"Right side, cut a little thinner, strive to leave the volume of the vastus lateralis a bit thicker, your knife is very steady, don't hesitate..." Fang Ziye stood behind Luo Tingzhu, speaking softly.

Upon hearing Fang Ziye's voice, Luo Tingzhu's movements paused slightly; she gently tilted her head, her eyes shimmering with brilliant light.

In that brief instant, it contained grievance, being moved, happiness, all sorts of complex emotions, but these emotions were quickly suppressed by her again.

She quickly turned her head back, continuing to focus her gaze on the patient's thigh anterior laceration she was operating on, meticulously conducting debridement.

Luo Tingzhu's debridement technique was also very particular; after these years of baptism, her debridement technique had also improved from Level 3 to Level 4, although she didn't engage in surgery, this didn't mean she had thrown away all her basic skills; at critical moments, she could still exert her strength.

Ten minutes later, Luo Tingzhu completed the debridement and hemostasis; her movements were smooth and neat.

But she did not perform suturing, because this was only temporary emergency rescue, so after the emergency handling was finished, the patient would be pushed to the operating room, where other doctors would naturally conduct subsequent operations.

She knew she still had more patients needing 'care'; she had no time to waste here.

Using an anesthesiologist as a surgeon is a waste, especially under the current emergency situation.

"Professor Zuo, I'm going to wash my face! ~" After Luo Tingzhu finished the operation, she didn't look toward Fang Ziye and the one who came to find Fang Ziye at the first time, but first reported her situation to Professor Zuo Ye.

A woman adorns herself for the one who pleases her; Luo Tingzhu was not spoiled, before Fang Ziye came, she could disregard all image.

But now, she hoped she could tidy up a bit, so she wouldn't look too disheveled; she hoped in Fang Ziye's heart, she was still that elegant and confident girl...

Professor Zuo Ye was the Group Leader of Internal Medicine Respiratory Medicine; hearing this, he looked over Luo Tingzhu's whole body, nodded slightly and said: "You go rest a bit, Doctor Luo."

He saw through Luo Tingzhu's fatigue and dishevelment; on account of Fang Ziye's face, he could only let Luo Tingzhu go rest first.

"I'll be right back, Professor Zuo." Luo Tingzhu hurriedly ran off.

Fang Ziye smiled.

Lan Tianluo also shook his head: "Senior Brother, do girls sometimes just like to fuss over details?"

Fang Ziye didn't feel Luo Tingzhu was disheveled; on the contrary, he felt she had a different kind of beauty.

The blood crust on her body was both filth and a kind of medal.

"Guess why I want to shower?" Fang Ziye asked back.

Where would a single dog like Lan Tianluo know?

His eyes instantly became bewildered slits.

The ambulance sirens outside still flickered in and out...

After Professor Zuo Ye arranged the next patient, he immediately said: "Professor Fang, Professor Li Yongjun called me!"

"Said if you came, I'd yield this position to you; I still have a pile of patients over there, I was temporarily transferred over."

"Emergency Group 1 is the scene, Group 2 is the Emergency Rescue Team, Group 3 is internal sanatorium emergency, responsible for messy difficult miscellaneous conditions."

"Professor Li said you can, so I'm leaving first, ah?"

"I have several lung burn cases over there..." Professor Zuo Ye was Respiratory Medicine; seeing Fang Ziye arrive, he handed over without any hesitation.

"Me?" Fang Ziye couldn't believe it.

What Li Yongjun said he had arranged referred to this?

"Right, it's you!"

"Professor Li Yongjun serves as Emergency Rescue Group 1 Leader, Surgical Group Leader, Rescue Deputy Commander. Whatever matters you have, just report directly to him."

"He's currently at the scene."

"Group 1 scene, Group 2 on the road, Group 3 sanatorium surgery zone! ~" Professor Zuo Ye repeated the allocation and arrangement once more.

Professor Zuo finished speaking and left.

In an emergency situation, all actions obey the Commander!

Li Yongjun said Fang Ziye can, so Fang Ziye can't but must can! ~

Li Yongjun carries the pot, Fang Ziye does the work!

Hearing this, Fang Ziye hurriedly counted people; of Group 3 remaining at the scene, Vascular Surgery only had one Zhou Vassal, Nie Mingxian had entered the operating room!

Li Yongjun is at the scene, estimating Professor Tang Meng is responsible for transport.

This is the allocation of the sanatorium's Vascular Surgery top-tier resources.

Others, there's also Professor Yan Huanan, Hand Surgery Deputy Director Han Zhiliang, Hepatobiliary Surgery Professor Hu Hongqing, Spine Surgery Professor Qiao Yongjian.

But they are currently all conducting life maintenance and surgical operations on minor burn patients.

There are also some people from Anesthesiology Department, for example Luo Tingzhu, Professor Tang Jian, Professor Liu Mingli!

Professor Zuo had just left when Professor Tang Jian, whom Fang Ziye recognized, walked over: "Group Leader Fang, you came just in time; previously Professor Li said you'd serve as our Group 3 Leader."

"We've currently received 54 people, 11 dead, 13 severely injured, 19 critical, 11 minor injuries."

"Currently the 5 here, two minor burns, one thigh anterior mangled extremity, one left lower abdomen damage, and one spleen rupture."

"Professor Qiao Yongjian has already performed temporary clamping hemostasis on the spleen rupture patient, waiting a bit to send to operating room for resection! ~"

"Patient conditions are still too complex, so not handling on scene." Professor Tang Jian quickly reported.

"Thank you Professor Tang, you've worked hard."

"I just came out of the operating room; a total of ten operating rooms; when I came out, except for Operating Room 7's patient who had already lost vital signs, the other patients should all finish surgery very soon! ~"

Fang Ziye also quickly said: "Where are our relatively minor patients currently placed?"

Tang Jian heard this and quickly glanced at Fang Ziye.

Where did the currently counted death toll come from?

Half died at the scene, half died in the operating room; just now what did Fang Ziye say?

The other patients might all finish surgery very soon?

Fast?

Finish?

So can I understand it as them all being alive?

Is the death toll rate counted behind going to drop in a straight line?

Tang Jian could only ponder these questions in his heart, continuing: "Currently, Hospitals 1-11 are all places where we place minor patients, with doctors on duty there; Hospitals 12-24 are planned as ICU, transferring patients out while monitoring them in time."

"Hospitals 25-29 are left for critically ill patients, and the remaining courtyards are previous hospitalization patients, and no more can be squeezed in."

"There are also some temporary extra beds, listed separately in each Diagnosis Area, while some less severe non-trauma patients are handed over to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department and Internal Medicine. Currently at the doorway of the Yangyuan." Tang Jian reported quickly.

Fang Ziye was stunned upon hearing: "Tang Professor, that is to say, currently our Emergency Group Three is responsible for all surgical rescues inside the Yangyuan?"

Fang Ziye's scalp began to go numb.

No, do we have to play this big?

Just how much do Professor Li Yongjun and Dean Chen Song trust themselves, throwing such a big stall to themselves?

Aren't they afraid their shoulders are too thin, directly crushed to death by this heavy stall?

Tang Jian nodded! ~

"Theoretically it is like that! ~"

"However, Professor Fang, you shouldn't have pressure. We'll do our best."

"Our Yangyuan's emergency rescue level is not less than any hospital in the Province."

"Because generally the critically ill patients who come here, if they go to other places, over ninety percent die directly or die with delay! ~" Tang Jian replied.

"We have a Patient Diagnosis Registration Form here, Professor Fang, do you want to take a look?" Tang Jian said.

"Good! ~" Fang Ziye quickly ran over.

Fang Ziye naturally wanted to look.

After walking to a computer, Fang Ziye, upon discovering the densely packed patient list behind, fell into deep thought.

Only after Fang Ziye finished reading did he carefully look towards the ground of the Surgical Diagnosis Area!

Inside the Diagnosis Area bloodstains were mottled, simply no time to clean up.

Fang Ziye's betel nut had already been spat out; after the taste covering disappeared, the bloody smell came piercingly to the nose.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother. There's a drink! ~" Lan Tianluo's voice came from the distance.

He held a drink in his hand, one hand drinking, one hand intending to give to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye, upon hearing, quickly turned around and went over.

But he had not yet received the drink Lan Tianluo handed over, when from outside came a burst of low voices:

"Emergency, emergency! ~"

"Crush injuries……" Outside, there was the sound of stretcher roller wheels pushing in, a super transfer team formed by doctors and the Yangyuan's security guards and logistics together.

Fang Ziye twisted his body to look again.

The people pushing the stretcher had very strong physiques; after passing places inconvenient for pushing the stretcher, they were not pushing it to walk, but directly carrying the stretcher to walk!

Mainly emphasizing ferocity.

Just to snatch time.

Then, it seems I also cannot delay the time others are snatching.

"Tian Luo, Han Zhiliang, catch up! ~" Fang Ziye shouted loudly, but only shouted at people more familiar to himself.

Lan Tianluo threw both bottles of drink in his hand into the trash can.

(Chapter End)