Chapter 636: Don't Even Think About Going to the King of Hell's Hall!

Fang Ziye participated in this surgery.

During the surgery, Fang Ziye managed every single bleed of the patient; he had already exerted his utmost effort, and his conscience was clear!

If Fang Ziye were still on the platform right now, even if the aorta ruptured, the patient might not necessarily die.

But Fang Ziye is not on the operating table!

How could Fang Ziye possibly go running to the operating room again?

Everyone must focus their energy on patients with more hope, because no one can be in two places at once.

"Professor Fang, give up the surgery, rescue the next patient!" Fang Ziye's voice was low, repeating the sentence once more.

Fang Ziye also felt terrible, so terrible that his fists clenched tightly, his fingernails nearly digging into his flesh, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Fang Ziye chose to hang up the phone!

Hu Hongqing said: "Professor Fang, you have already done your best."

"I just saw the group message; out of the previous ten surgical patients, only two died!"

Before it was less than forty-eight to twelve, now it is ten to two.

Although the sample size is relatively small, every single death statistic is cold and cruel.

During the surgical process, no matter how invincible Fang Ziye was, he had no way to detect potential diagnoses with no signs whatsoever by hand.

Medicine is not a myth, doctors are not immortals; even Fang Ziye cannot fully perceive all conditions inside a patient's body, he cannot predict the future, cannot change fate.

Physical examination technique can only check things with direct signs. It has its own limitations; it cannot fluoroscope the human interior, cannot discover diseases hidden deep within.

The individual is invincible, yet the individual is also powerless!

Fang Zhikuan felt somewhat aggrieved, and Fang Ziye felt equally aggrieved; he had almost never experienced a patient he rescued walking toward death.

But he also knew that right now no one is suitable for losing their temper, including Fang Ziye himself!

After the three newly arrived patients were emergency processed, they were in a pending transfer state; their vital signs temporarily stabilized, but they still required further observation and treatment.

Fang Ziye immediately went to check on the patients remaining from before.

"Group Leader Fang, these two patients are both minor burns; we have already performed emergency irrigation and popped the blisters. The 110 transport grouped them to the wrong location; where should they be placed now?"

Yan Huanan immediately asked further upon seeing Fang Ziye approach; his tone carried a hint of helplessness, his brows tightly locked, several deep wrinkles squeezed out at the center of his brow.

Fine beads of sweat emerged on his forehead and nose tip, sliding down his cheeks, glittering under the lights.

Actually, patients with this kind of minor burn should not come to the sanatorium; this is not the Emergency Department, this place is more suitable for rehabilitation and recuperation, not for handling emergency situations.

However, the transporters probably feared underestimating the patients' conditions, so during transport they tried to consider the patients' situations from the heavier side. In this kind of emergency situation, they could only choose the most steady and safe way; they would rather over-treat than dare the slightest negligence.

"Do we still have a temporary placement spot here?" Fang Ziye's gaze swept across the surroundings.

"If there is, push them over there, prevent infection, use tetanus shot, basic life support."

"If not, call and transfer the patients away!" Fang Ziye fundamentally had no time to struggle.

At whatever position, one can only think from that level.

Fang Ziye deeply understood this point; he knew he must start from the overall situation and make the most advantageous decision.

His heart must be like a bright mirror, clearly reflecting the current situation.

When he was arranged in the operating room, what Fang Ziye had to do was be responsible for the patients undergoing surgery in the operating room.

He must fulfill his duty, without the slightest slack; this is his principle, and his responsibility as a doctor.

Fang Ziye did it! He went all out, his conscience is clear.

Ten pick eight; aside from the already dead, Fang Ziye believed the lead surgeons on the platform were capable, all of them lent a hand.

He did not stint his time and energy.

An aortic dissection rupture occurred in Professor Fang Zhikuan's operating room — an accident. This kind of sudden situation no one could foresee; even the most experienced doctors cannot completely avoid it.

Why are auxiliary examinations needed? Because even if Fang Ziye's physical examination technique reached Level 6, it still cannot fluoroscope, cannot use basic physical examination to identify hidden disease signs.

His eyes carried a hint of helplessness; medicine is not a myth, doctors are not immortals; even the most powerful doctor cannot fully perceive all conditions inside a patient's body.

Physical examination technique can only check things with direct signs.

It has its limitations; it cannot discover diseases hidden deep within.

It is not the physical examination technique's fault.

"Then transfer them back..." Yan Huanan's voice was low.

"Right right right, we need to go to the hospital; where is this place anyway?"

The two burn patients both hurriedly expressed their stance at this moment; their voices trembled, their faces pale.

They were panicked to death; actually on the way here they already hoped more to go to the hospital. They knew they should not have been sent here; they need professional treatment and care.

After arriving, they felt this place didn't look like a hospital at all, there was no sense of security.

The sanatorium's environment differs from a hospital's; this makes patients feel strange and uneasy.

Yan Huanan did not argue with the patients, instead smiling: "Rest assured, you can soon go to the place you want to go."

You don't want to come!

Actually the sanatorium even more doesn't want to admit you; isn't this a perfect result for both sides?

At this, Fang Ziye no longer struggled, but immediately went to the side of Professor Tang Jian next door, saying: "Professor Tang, you are the Deputy Group Leader; do you know how many patients our Group Three has currently received?"

He had no time to waste on meaningless things; he must understand the overall situation as soon as possible to make correct decisions and effectively carry out the next step of work.

"We have currently received 57 people, 12 deaths, 29 severe injuries, 22 critical, 11 minor injuries."

Just received three critical cases; after timely processing, they do not belong to critical.

Professor Fang Zhikuan's operating room lost another one; it must be added in.

Tang Jian remembered every number with extreme precision, adding them at any time; his memory was astonishing, he knew the situation of every patient like the back of his hand, as if a mobile database.

His fingers slid rapidly on the mobile phone memo, updating data at any time.

While typing, deleting and retyping continuously, he couldn't find a suitable positioning.

"Where are the patients who lost vital signs after arrival placed?" Fang Ziye's voice was low.

Tang Jian's brow tightened, he continued typing "Our hospital has no morgue, they're all placed in the Administrative Area! ~"

"Group Leader Fang, what are you doing?" Tang Jian's tone carried a hint of worry, he had already guessed Fang Ziye's intention.

He finished editing, while copying the memo into the group chat, he asked.

"I want to go take a look!" Fang Ziye said.

"Now is not the time to waste time."

"Can't you be a little professional?" Tang Jian dissuaded again, he knew time was tight, they must fight for every second, they shouldn't waste time on those already dead.

He used his hand to adjust his glasses, swallowed saliva, word by word: "We must wait!"

"Wait for Emergency to come."

Fang Ziye is the Group Leader, he is the Deputy Group Leader, he is responsible for monitoring Fang Ziye's actions.

Waiting for the next wave of patients is our duty right now.

"That place is not far from here, just opposite, you call me anytime, I'll go over first to check the situation." Fang Ziye's tone was calm.

"If patients come, call me immediately." Fang Ziye said.

He strode off, walking toward the Administrative Area.

The next batch of patients hasn't been transferred over yet, Fang Ziye still has time!

Fang Ziye walked away.

"Professor Tang, if patients come and I haven't arrived here, you can truthfully explain the situation to Dean Chen Song, I accept all punishment."

"Luo Tingzhu, remember to call me." Fang Ziye still ran over.

Even if questioned, even if deemed unreasonable, it doesn't matter.

Because right now he is Fang Ziye, is Associate Professor Fang Ziye, appointed as Group Leader.

"But?" Tang Jian's brow furrowed even tighter, he felt Fang Ziye was wasting time, he shouldn't put his energy on those already dead.

"Do you have to be this childish?" Tang Jian roared.

He watched Fang Ziye's back view.

"I'll just go walk a circle, estimate by the time I return, patients still won't have arrived, we can squeeze out this time! ~"

"Tian Luo, come with me! ~" Fang Ziye shouted quickly, his figure already leaving, he knew Lan Tianluo needed more practical experience, so brought him along.

……

Late June, the night sky deep, stars dotted, moon bright, they quietly hung in the air, emitting soft light, bringing a trace of brightness to the dark night.

Early morning passing, distant mountain outlines blurred, in the night color appearing deep and mysterious.

Fang Ziye took a deep breath, feeling this cool air, making his mind even clearer.

Cicada cries thinned out, occasionally still hearing a few low hums, they were also fatigued, they also needed to rest.

Mountain wind blew from between valleys, brushed past treetops, making rustling sounds, wind contacted skin straight into body, carrying threads of coolness.

"Tian Luo, you did great, at least one patient lives because of you." Fang Ziye walked briskly while encouraging Lan Tianluo in a calm tone, his eyes full of encouragement and praise.

Trees in the courtyard swayed, leaves made faint friction sounds, their shadows swayed under moonlight. Tree branches and leaves gently swayed in the breeze, making slight rustling sounds.

"Senior Brother, can some statistical probabilities in mathematics also be applied to clinical practice?" Lan Tianluo's voice clear and low, eyes turning.

"Can't use scratch paper, still need someone to allow bottom for you, then you can use." Fang Ziye's tone calm, but carrying a hint of warning.

Clinical is not paper talk, must treat cautiously.

Clinical is not gambling.

"Currently, if I'm not there, you cannot get started, others ask you to start, you also cannot gamble! ~"

"All gambling is gambling."

"If you yourself become proficient, it becomes the most scientific statistical method. Medicine is a comprehensive of probability and statistics! ~" Fang Ziye affirmed.

Every sentence in medical textbooks is actually an alternative manifestation of data. This is the essence of science.

Medicine is a rigorous science, every conclusion must undergo rigorous argumentation.

"Mm." Lan Tianluo silent, he lowered his head, continued following Fang Ziye, he silently pondered Fang Ziye's words, he knew he still had many things to learn, he knew he still needed to continue effort.

The two spoke no more!

Administrative Area still had someone on guard, hearing footsteps thinking more patients transferred over, he hurried out from inside the door: "This side, put this side! ~"

He ran out, while speaking, while pointing finger toward an empty space, he thought more new patients needed placement.

After he ran out he pushed open an office door. He wore dark blue security uniform, his face carried a trace of fatigue, he was also busy all night.

In the sanatorium, there's no so-called taboo of which room can't hold dead people. Here, everything prioritizes saving people, other things can all be ignored.

"Where are the patients pushed over before? I am Fang Ziye." Fang Ziye to avoid unnecessary trouble, first stated identity, he didn't want to cause any misunderstanding.

His tone clear and forceful, brooking no doubt.

"Professor Fang?" The young man responsible for security expression somewhat surprised, he didn't expect Fang Ziye would personally come here.

"They're just placed this side, currently no family members come to recognize." The young man responsible for security immediately turned emotion.

He brought Fang Ziye to where corpses placed, his voice low, his head slightly lowered.

"I'll go look again." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye doesn't expect miracle to occur, but this is the final patrol.

Even if only a thread of hope, cannot give up.

Mistakes in busyness, even if snatch back one more person, all good!

Fang Ziye confident in his physical examination technique, as long as there are vital signs, Fang Ziye has chance to discover.

"This side! ~" Security young man doesn't understand medical, so could only bring Fang Ziye into where 'corpses' placed, he could only wait at doorway, he didn't know what Fang Ziye would do next.

He opened the door, let Fang Ziye enter, his body slightly retreated, giving Fang Ziye space.

There were eleven in total. Each corpse lay there quietly; their lives had already reached their end, their faces had all turned pale, and their bodies had lost all warmth.

Before this, they were eleven people.

This was also the first time Fang Ziye had seen so many 'dead people' lying together.

The 'deceased' patient from Professor Fang Zhikuan's operating room had not yet been sent over in time.

Fang Ziye went over to them one by one!

He began checking the patients' breathing as well as their carotid arteries and pulse beats!

Both hands moving together, his gaze focused and serious, his ears practically pricked up, like a dog's……

Lan Tianluo knew what Fang Ziye wanted to do: "Lazarus syndrome is spontaneous revival or delayed revival after cardiopulmonary resuscitation; it refers to the rare phenomenon where a patient suddenly exhibits spontaneous return of circulation after cardiopulmonary resuscitation has failed and they have been formally declared dead."

"It is generally extremely rare; in the past several decades, not even a hundred cases have been reported."

"I'm not looking for that."

"Hmm, counts as a lucky find! ~" Fang Ziye replied; his tone was calm, as if he were merely conducting a routine examination.

His gaze remained on the patient; his movements did not pause in the slightest.

"Go, to the next one." Fang Ziye checked for thirty seconds, then stopped; he did not struggle over it.

Repeated for three, still the same! ~

He carefully examined three corpses and found no vital signs whatsoever; their lives had already completely disappeared.

The light cast flickering shadows, as if mocking Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's eyes held a trace of helplessness and confusion, but he did not give up; is personal reputation really that important?

However, just as Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo walked up to the "fourth" corpse, Fang Ziye merely reached his hand to the patient's pulse, and Fang Ziye immediately shuddered all over.

His fingers froze abruptly, his eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid.

"Brother, come over, brother! ~" Fang Ziye shouted toward the doorway; his voice was even trembling slightly, his emotions somewhat agitated; he knew he had discovered a miracle.

"Ah?" The security guard was at the doorway; he was startled by Fang Ziye's voice, his entire body stiffening.

"You and Lan Tianluo take him back to the Surgical Treatment Area, start resuscitation immediately! ~" Fang Ziye said, his gaze fixed on the patient, his fingers moving continuously.

"But? Isn't he?" The security guard was a bit afraid at this moment.

Dead people aren't scary, but what if a dead person comes back to life?

This is deep in the mountains. The security guard's heart was filled with fear; he felt this was too incredible.

"Come help, he's a person, not a ghost! ~" Fang Ziye requested directly.

"Help carry him over, immediately do cardiac monitoring and oxygen, and by the way make a phone call to get a few more brothers over to help."

"After loss of vital signs, the phenomenon of patients still showing signs of revival occurs from time to time."

"They're just feigning death! ~" Fang Ziye continued explaining, but his tone was resolute, allowing no doubt.

"Hurry, fight for time."

"Okay! ~" The security guard came over immediately, because Lan Tianluo had already lifted one side of the stretcher.

"I'll call more people over……"

The lighting was not dim; the incandescent lamps in every office of the sanatorium were bright but not harsh, emitting a soft glow that illuminated every corner of the rooms……

The fifth one?!

Reality is more coincidental than a story; the fifth one was also similar to Lazarus syndrome.

Fang Ziye felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest; he couldn't believe he was actually this lucky.

After Fang Ziye reached out to check, he trembled inwardly once more; he once again felt a faint pulse, his emotions surging……

He immediately completely pulled back the white cloth covering the patient, then began observing the patient's condition; he carefully examined the patient's body, not missing a single detail.

The patient had a middle abdominal open crush injury, but the wound was not large; the skin around the wound had already become swollen, and some areas had already turned a bruised purple-black.

At this moment, the patient's chest showed no rise and fall, but Fang Ziye was absolutely certain; he felt a pulse!

Weak or strong is a matter of good or bad, but presence or absence is a matter of life and death.

Although very faint, it definitely existed.

After Fang Ziye confirmed it, he directly used five fingers to pry open the patient's abdominal wound, seeing that the blood pool inside had already coagulated into clumps; he estimated it had been placed here for a while.

He discovered the muscles around the wound had already begun to turn black, and a faint bloody stench permeated the air.

Human blood also stinks of blood.

Blood coagulation is a good thing; once it forms clumps, it may press on the bleeding points, instead achieving a certain degree of hemostasis.

Fang Ziye alone directly adopted the African head-carry method, hoisting the rigid stretcher onto his head; with both hands, veins bulging, gripping the stretcher's side edges tightly, he started running outward.

Fang Ziye dared not directly open the patient's abdomen easily; he could only send him over first. He knew the danger of open abdominal injury and dared not take the risk lightly.

Fortunately, the security guard's earlier phone call had worked; before Fang Ziye even left the Administrative Area, several patrolling security guards came over.

Seeing this strange scene from Fang Ziye, they were first startled; they had never seen such a situation, they did not know what had happened, their expressions all somewhat terrified.

"What is this?" one of them asked; they had their backs to Fang Ziye, did not know who Fang Ziye was, they were stunned by the sight before them, their hearts nearly stopping.

One person carrying a square thing running in the 'Morgue'?

"Send this patient to the resuscitation area."

"He's still alive." Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye turned around clumsily and slowly, and with particular care to avoid bumping into anything; he steadied himself as much as possible, not letting the patient suffer any harm.

When Fang Ziye half-squatted down, the two of them took the stretcher from atop Fang Ziye's head.

"Professor Fang, we're going right away! ~"

The slightly older person had a pager in hand; he also wanted to fight for time for the patient:

"Administrative Area, Administrative Area, this side needs manpower to help, send a few people! ~"

Fang Ziye can snatch people from the Hall of Yama!

Fang Ziye should go snatch a few more.

He was responsible for calling people; carrying was grunt work.

What Fang Ziye did was life-and-death work.

Fang Ziye then went again into the place where corpses were placed...

However, although five or six more people came ready to carry people at any time, the miracle still did not appear again.

He carefully examined the remaining corpses,

Their bodies had already turned ice-cold, without any reaction whatsoever.

Fang Ziye shook his head, his tone low: "Thanks for your hard work, everyone else has no chance left! ~"

His voice carried a trace of helplessness; he knew he had already tried his hardest, but still could not change everything.

Though he shook his head, though he explained!

Yet Fang Ziye did not feel disappointed; this time he had not failed, had not been unprofessional!

As he spoke he was already running back, sprinting fast, his figure disappearing into the night.

"It's alright, Professor Fang."

"Take it slow! ~"

"Be careful." The security squad captain cried out in alarm.

Because when Fang Ziye passed a dwarf pine blocking the way, he jumped straight over it; he was afraid Fang Ziye would get hurt.

"This Professor Fang's skill is excellent; Dean Chen and the captain have mentioned him many times: at any time, as long as he asks you to help, unless it's an extremely special situation, no need to call for instructions! ~" That captain said, his voice full of reverence; he knew how powerful Fang Ziye's capability was.

"Rest assured, Captain, we're all very familiar with Professor Fang." The others hurriedly replied.

"Just didn't get a chance to help, to put in some muscle."

Just felt a slight regret at not having helped Professor Fang.

The captain then turned hesitantly, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deep-set: "This is where the corpses are placed, right?"

His voice became low.

"Earlier Director Song from Logistics said to put the corpses here, convenient for family members to come recognize and claim them; this place is closest to the outside." Another person replied, tone a bit apprehensive; he felt afraid even speaking in this place.

Seeing so many dead people at once, wanting to have absolutely no psychological reaction is impossible.

Although they had seen dead people before, seeing so many at once still made them feel uneasy and fearful.

"Those many big professors in the sanatorium are all top experts from outside, their level is very high. People they've sentenced to death, probably all had Yama personally grab them by the collar." That captain said, his tone carrying a trace of reverence.

"Now they've even been pulled back by Professor Fang — this is snatching them right inside Yama's palace? Holy crap! ~"

"Not snatched on the road to Yama's palace! ~"

"Snatched from home." His tone was heavy; he knew how great Fang Ziye's actions were.

The rest all shivered; they were shocked by the security captain's words; they could not imagine how Fang Ziye did all this.

Even if they don't understand the patients who come to the sanatorium and their recognition of the doctors here, they still believe Dean Chen here never keeps idle people.

They believe everyone here is the most excellent doctor, all worthy of trust.

Doctors who can come here are mostly big experts with very high reputation in a specialty.

They know the top experts from every field have gathered here; their strength is very powerful.

Higher than some provincial teaching hospitals' level; combined, the energy is even enormous...

But right now?

They could not imagine how Fang Ziye pulled those already-dead people back again; this is simply a miracle!

When Fang Ziye returned to the "Temporary Rescue Area", the others had already started busily working in tension...

Cardiac monitors were already on, beeping non-stop.

Oxygen, IV lines, etc. had already been re-established; they were all providing the most basic life support for the patients.

Moreover, Professor Qiao Yongjian and the others simply did not wait for Fang Ziye; they directly started emergency debridement and hemostasis for the patients who needed it.

However, after Fang Ziye appeared, Professor Liu Mingli from Anesthesiology discovered Fang Ziye and still instinctively raised a big thumb.

Liu Mingli's breathing was deep, breathing movement wide; he took a deep breath to the extreme: "Awesome, Professor Fang! ~"

Professor Liu Mingli did not hide his admiration for Fang Ziye at all.

The lives Fang Ziye snatched had a share of his contribution, because he was the one who had issued the 'Death Certificate' for these two people!

"I'm convinced! ~"

Fang Ziye decisively glanced twice at the scene, then said: "Professor Liu, Professor Tang, thanks for your hard work."

"I still need to make a round over at the mild patients' side; I'll hurry back as fast as I can! ~" Fang Ziye still wasn't afraid of jokes, still bold, still greedy.

"The mild patients here, if there's no special situation, just transfer them out! ~"

"If there's a special situation, call me anytime."

Professor Liu Mingli pursed his lips, didn't say anything more!

Professor Tang Jian lowered his head to work, also without inferiority or embarrassment.

Although the two surviving patients Fang Ziye carried back were the best proof of Fang Ziye's combat power.

But his decision wasn't wrong either; it's just that the house pulled it off.

If you cannot imagine how someone else did a certain thing, then you should not set a limit on his capability's upper bound.

"Thanks for your hard work, Professor Fang." Liu Mingli slightly cupped his hands.

"We'll go with you! ~" The security guard who brought the patients actively suggested; he wanted to help Fang Ziye, do his bit.

"No need; every courtyard in the sanatorium has manpower to help." Fang Ziye concisely refused this security guard's suggestion.

He just needed people to help, didn't necessarily have to designate specific people; he knew right now the most important thing was saving people, everything else must give way.

In a bit the surgery patients will need to come out for nursing care.

Later, patients from the operating room will need to leave the operating room to receive nursing care.

The sanatorium's courtyard is the ward.

Minor patients cannot occupy too many wards; they need to be transferred out!

Moreover, if they are potential severe cases with life danger, placing them in the ward is a timing bomb.

If they are transferred out, misinjury may also occur.

They could die at any time! ~

Without auxiliary examination interventional hemostasis, Fang Ziye could only trust his physical examination technique more.

Taking advantage of the free time! ~

Fang Ziye's mindset had already become peaceful.

Be it mockery or ridicule, so be it.

Anyway, as long as I succeed once, it doesn't matter.

I am also just a person; I never mythologize myself, nor do I hope others will mythologize themselves.

Fang Ziye walked very calmly toward the direction where the courtyard was located, his back view swallowed by the dark night...

"Where is Professor Fang?" Professor Yan Huanan asked.

Liu Mingli said: "Professor Fang said he wanted to go around the minor patients' side, to see if he could pick up a few more patients to send to the operating room."

Liu Mingli directly said 'pick up'.

Although it was somewhat humble, Fang Zhikuan still felt his face skin twitch in pain upon hearing it!

After his mouth corner twitched repeatedly, he exclaimed: "Professor Fang is truly a wonderful person! ~"

Why would Fang Ziye go provoke such fishy trouble?

He doesn't go look at dead people; those who have been issued death certificates, no one would blame Fang Ziye.

And if Fang Ziye didn't bring people back, he would become a laughingstock.

Fang Ziye cannot not know; he is still young, he doesn't need to benchmark his 'moral', but Fang Ziye still did this!

Snatch!

Where is it that easy to snatch?

Yan Huanan and Fang Ziye belong to the same trauma surgery small group; he already knew Fang Ziye's capability was very strong, but he also didn't quite understand Fang Ziye's choice.

"Yeah, Professor Fang really is a wonderful person."

"Our senior generation, if we could have a few more such wonderful people, it would be even better." Professor Liu Mingli said.

Immediately after, Liu Mingli suddenly remembered something: "Confirmed dead patients, are those whose heartbeats have stopped?"

"We also did chest compressions?"

"Yes!"

"But not done for as long as standard, only did ten minutes then gave up."

"The previous patient volume was too large." Professor Tang Jian beside him replied.

Liu Mingli immediately approached the patient's side, placed his own fingers on the patient's wrist, and felt the patient's pulse.

Then gave Professor Tang Jian a subtle look!

Tang Jian heard and did the same.

While watching the jumping on the monitor, while feeling the tactile sensation transmitted from the fingers.

Coldly gasped a breath of cool air: "Hiss! ~~~"

Discovered Fang Ziye's specialty, but also seemed like didn't discover.

(Chapter End)