Chapter 637: Fighting the Wild! (Requesting Subscription)

The dim night was like a huge curtain, shrouding the sanatorium. The broken streetlights cast a faint yellow glow, stretching the shadows of the courtyard walls long, like lurking monsters.

"Who is it?" As Fang Ziye passed by, a shout came from the distance.

All office areas and the sanatorium's courtyards were separated.

Now there were people guarding and patrolling between every area, to prevent patients from going where they shouldn't without being noticed.

"It's me, Fang Ziye."

Fang Ziye hurried along the corridor, his footsteps bringing the sound of small stones rubbing together.

"It's Professor Fang's voice from Surgery." Someone said in a low voice.

Only then did the group leave.

"Professor Fang is very powerful... I heard Dean Chen appointed him as the leader of the Surgery Rescue Team in the sanatorium, so many professors are under his command..."

"They're all saving lives, there are many people I watch who can't survive..."

Fang Ziye did not pause; he had no time to care about these people's words, only Professor Tang's slightly hoarse voice echoed in his mind: "57 people, 12 dead, 29 seriously injured, 22 critical, 11 minor injuries."

The breeze carried the damp scent of plants, brushing every corner of the courtyard, bringing a bit of coolness.

A faint smell of disinfectant permeated the air, intertwined with the fishy odor of mud.

This disinfectant should have just arrived, relatively cheap, with a pungent smell, yet it stimulated people's nerves and made them alert...

Stealing things was illegal, perhaps stealing lives also broke the laws of the Underworld, but Fang Ziye couldn't care less!

He was like a little puppy driven to a dead end, growing hard at it, with no one to guide him on what to do now, he could only assess it himself...

Doctors, to a certain extent, were those who made a living from 'robbery', forcibly snatching lives from the hands of the God of Death, every time like a huge gamble.

The sanatorium's courtyard was like a huge enclosure, vast in area, but at this moment it felt oppressive and stifling.

The covered walkways wound and twisted, dew on the leaves flickered with a cold luster, mosquitoes hovered and danced in the air, emitting a low humming sound.

Wet dew soaked Fang Ziye's shoe uppers, bringing a sticky discomfort, at least his toe gaps were a bit sticky.

Fang Ziye remembered Professor Tang Jian saying that Ward 1-11 was where relatively mild patients were located.

The sanatorium was not only Surgery, but also had the Traditional Chinese Medicine Group, Rehabilitation Group, Internal Medicine Group; patients from these departments did not involve surgical emergencies, so patients could be directly transferred in.

Even internal medicine diseases like myocardial infarction would not cause immediate death, unlike trauma patients who might die on the spot, gone in an instant.

Just as Fang Ziye entered Ward 1, he saw the Internal Medicine professor stationed there, looking down at the medical record in his hand, brows tightly furrowed.

Not far away, Professor Su Haijian of Hepatobiliary Surgery was facing the wall, his gaze seeming to penetrate the wall; he was reading films.

"Professor Fang, Dou Jiaoshou. How is the situation here?" Fang Ziye greeted them first.

Dou Jiaoshou Xian of Neurology and Professor Su Haijian of Surgery both knew Fang Ziye, and they looked up one after another.

Dou Jiaoshou Xian showed a hint of doubt upon seeing Fang Ziye, then it turned to displeasure, but he soon concealed it.

He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued to look down at the medical record.

He cursed under his breath.

Su Haijian, on the other hand, looked surprised and gave Fang Ziye a forced smile.

"Professor Fang, why did you come here?"

Fang Ziye did not exchange pleasantries, asking directly: "I came to take a look, how many people are in this courtyard now?"

Excluding post-operative and critical patients of Surgery, Fang Ziye should still look at about eleven people, estimated to be concentrated in the front few courtyards.

"Four!" Su Haijian said with a certain tone.

"Let me see our Surgery patients." Fang Ziye walked to Su Haijian's side.

He dared not interfere with Internal Medicine patients; that was not his specialty, and Fang Ziye would not butt into that track.

Dou Jiaoshou Xian of Internal Medicine's expression looked slightly better; he directly deviated from Fang Ziye's direction, walked to a bedside, and began auscultation.

His stethoscope had been hanging on his ears all along; Fang Ziye could see that the skin of his ears had been rubbed raw, oozing bits of red threads...

Su Haijian said: "Professor Fang, there is only one surgical patient here, in Bed 4; he has mid-abdominal damage, non-open injury."

He added: "His vital signs were okay after admission; we plan to give him an abdominal CT; the patient's current mental state is also okay; he has already had an abdominal X-ray..."

Su Haijian paused, saying somewhat tentatively: "Do you want to..."

Fang Ziye did not let him finish, immediately turning around and pulling out the patient's film from the table. His movements were swift and forceful, the film seeming to tear through the air.

Su Haijian swallowed saliva two times hard, forcibly suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart.

He felt his throat was a bit dry, as if blocked by a ball of cotton, unable to catch his breath.

At such an urgent moment, Fang Ziye disregarded the emergency rescue outside and ran to his place to 'cover the bottom'? How much did he distrust him?

Or how arrogant was he?

However, after all, Fang Ziye held his current position, so he could only swallow his dissatisfaction back into his stomach!

Su Haijian reluctantly followed behind Fang Ziye, the corner of his mouth covered by the mask twitching slightly, as if saying something.

He tried hard to maintain an unusually polite expression, but in his heart he was already cursing up a storm.

The film was crooked, and the patient's personal information was upside down.

But at this moment, none of that mattered; Fang Ziye only needed to look at the results.

He had to judge as quickly as possible; absolute procedures could no longer be taken into account!

The originally very spacious courtyard, after squeezing in four 'hospital beds', also seemed quite crowded. This was without family members coming in; if family members surged in, there might not even be a place to stand.

Fang Ziye looked around and then said: "Professor Su, contact the transfer as soon as possible; after this patient's CT is done, transfer him to the hospital outside."

"His condition is okay."

"Are there other trauma patients?" Fang Ziye continued to ask.

This patient was probably also assessed wrongly; it was just a mild liver and spleen contusion; as long as conservative treatment, no drinking or eating, and recuperation, it would be fine. There was no need to occupy the sanatorium's resources.

"Yes, Ward 2 is all our Surgery patients; it was Internal Medicine Dou Jiaoshou who asked me to come and take a look at Bed 4 in this courtyard; we also plan to transfer him out." Su Haijian replied.

Nonsense.

If his condition weren't acceptable, would I be standing here with you?

Currently, for minor injuries, each ward has one internal medicine professor, but there is only one surgical professor, Su Haijian, who must support the rounds and routine diagnosis and treatment of all surgical patients, with an extraordinarily heavy workload.

Fang Ziye followed closely behind Su Haijian, heading toward Ward 2.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing dampness, and the lights in the corridor alternated between bright and dim, dazzling the eyes.

"Professor Fang, all four patients here are from our surgery department." Su Haijian suppressed his temper and patiently explained to Fang Ziye.

At the doorway of Ward 2, several nurses were hurrying back and forth, their faces full of fatigue and anxiety.

Four simple hospital beds were also placed in the courtyard, with each patient's medical record and X-ray film hanging at the head of the bed.

There was also an X-ray machine in the courtyard, so every patient had a film.

Ward 2 also had four patients... calculating this way, the sanatorium intended to admit 44 minor patients, because there were a total of eleven wards accepting minor patients.

This time?

Fang Ziye immediately shook his head...

Two in a row, basically those who could be transferred out or not, transferring out required bearing risks.

Professor Su Haijian beside him kept his breathing as steady as possible, patiently following Fang Ziye, accepting his leader's 'knocking/warning'!

An official one rank higher crushes people.

Dean Chen Song arranged for Fang Ziye to be group leader, so he is the group leader.

Responsibility is borne by Fang Ziye himself.

After the two finished examining the first two patients without speaking, they immediately walked quickly toward Bed 3 of Ward 2.

When Fang Ziye came to the front of Bed 3, he saw the patient playing with his mobile phone himself. He frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The patient was a middle-aged man wearing a wrinkled short-sleeve shirt; he seemed indifferent to everything around him.

"Big Brother, how do you feel?" Fang Ziye asked quickly, his tone carrying a trace of urgency.

"It's okay? Can't play games here?" The middle-aged man at this moment did not have so many struggles, his attention still on the mobile phone screen.

He ran fast, and jumped fast; originally he was going to buy things, so he wasn't burned...

Fang Ziye immediately leaned forward and began the physical examination.

His fingers accurately pressed on the patient's abdomen, the movements gentle yet forceful.

When he pressed the patient's right upper abdomen, he indeed saw the patient's brow furrow slightly; although very slight, it was still captured by Fang Ziye.

"Professor Su, contact the operating room; push this patient to the operating room quickly, otherwise it might be very troublesome later." Fang Ziye immediately suggested.

Su Haijian was startled upon hearing this: "What's the situation?"

His voice rose several decibels, carrying obvious worry!

Although blaming Fang Ziye, he knew Fang Ziye's combat power clearly.

Spine surgery and orthopedics were not separated decades ago.

"I suspect active intra-abdominal bleeding, but the bleeding is not severe, so currently vital signs are still okay."

Fang Ziye's brow was tightly furrowed, his eyes fixed on the patient's abdomen: "But it should be bleeding from retroperitoneal organs; primarily suspect right kidney contusion and laceration."

"Also be cautious of vascular injuries elsewhere!"

"One film cannot show particularly detailed content."

"Physical examination supports it! ~" Fang Ziye concealed nothing and directly stated his diagnosis.

"But there is no operating room now." Su Haijian said somewhat awkwardly.

If it were usual times, he would have pulled the patient to open the table now.

But the operating room, corridors were all occupied; most surgical professors were fighting there, and he stayed to guard the ward.

"Then we have to find another way; you contact Director Song Libo of the Logistics Department." Fang Ziye also couldn't find an operating room; at this time the operating room prioritized open injuries and major injuries; they could only find another way.

"Okay, I'll call first! ~" Although the patient's condition was good, Su Haijian still believed it was better to believe it existed and went to make the call.

Ward 4, Bed 2.

Fang Ziye just glanced at this patient, then hurriedly leaned in front of her. His voice was hurried, carrying a trace of nervousness: "Did you have a vascular disease before you were injured?"

"Ah? No?" The injured person was a woman in her twenties; she dressed fashionally and wore exquisite makeup on her face.

She had done her nails; at this moment looking at Fang Ziye's handsome face, she kept sending autumn waves. While tidying her hair blown messy by the wind, she said softly: "Doctor, I won't have problems, right?"

Fang Ziye directly pulled the curtain, separating the other patients. His movements were crisp and neat, without a trace of hesitation.

"Let me give you a physical examination first." Fang Ziye replied, his tone slightly serious.

The woman's face turned slightly red; she hesitantly pressed down her skirt hem: "Can he avoid it for a moment?"

She pointed to Su Haijian beside her.

"No! Hurry up! Lie down! ~"

Fang Ziye's voice suddenly rose, carrying a trace of displeasure. He

did not like wasting time at such times, and even less allowed anyone to question his professionalism.

The woman was frightened by Fang Ziye's sternness; she pouted and muttered softly: "If not, then not; why yell at me..."

She obediently lay down, but her face still carried a trace of dissatisfaction.

History is a circle; Fang Ziye always remembered that shortly after he first got the panel, through physical examination he diagnosed a patient with an abdominal aortic aneurysm.

Just through physical examination.

This time, Fang Ziye also confirmed that this girl also spontaneously had an abdominal aortic aneurysm, and was at the stage of impending rupture.

If not for the stimulation of this injury, she might not be at the impending rupture outbreak stage; but now, the bruit of the aneurysm was already very obvious, like a timing bomb.

"Professor Su, go directly into the operating room, find an operating room! ~" Fang Ziye hesitated not at all; his tone was urgent, like issuing a command.

"Right away! ~" Fang Ziye turned back, simultaneously using his right hand to cover the patient's navel with her upper garment. She wore a short skirt and a navel-baring short shirt; he did not want her body exposed to the gaze of others.

"Doctor, don't scare me..." The woman's face instantly turned pale, her voice trembling slightly, clearly frightened by Fang Ziye's action.

"Do I have time to scare you?" Fang Ziye retorted, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "Hurry up and call your family, sign for surgery! ~"

Fang Ziye said instinctively.

"They won't let them in! ~" the woman said anxiously, her eyes filled with fear.

"Then sign for it yourself." After saying this, Fang Ziye turned and walked toward the next ward! ~

Su Haijian did not move either, because the nurses here were all well-trained and could have her sign at any time.

At this point in time, there was no leisure to explain the risks to you in detail.

The sanatorium undertakes the rescue work for critically ill patients.

What Fang Ziye truly did not expect was that the patient in Bed 3 of Ward 4 was an even bigger mine! ~

His gaze was vacant, already in a state of impending coma. Although his blood pressure was tolerable, he clearly looked on the verge of shock, breathing weakly, face pale.

It was not Su Haijian's fault; he had too many surgical patients under his charge and simply had no time to attend to all of them.

"This absolutely is an active retroperitoneal hematoma! ~" Fang Ziye's voice carried a hint of anxiety, his fingers quickly palpating the patient's abdomen, confirming his judgment.

"Professor Fang, when I went to Ward 1... he..." Su Haijian felt he needed to explain a few words to Fang Ziye.

"Quick, to the operating room! ~"

"Go right away! ~" Fang Ziye directly began pushing the bed. He did not listen to explanations.

Su Haijian did not need to explain either.

Of course, in the end he still involuntarily glanced at Bed 4 of Ward 4!

After Su Haijian took over the position of pushing the bed, Fang Ziye gave Bed 4 a relatively detailed physical examination, then said not a word and left directly.

"Doctor, am I okay?"

"Doctor, doctor! ~" Seeing Bed 2 and Bed 3 both pushed away, Bed 4 was also frightened out of her wits, her voice trembling as she kept asking.

"Professor Fang didn't tell you anything, so just rest assured and recuperate." The nurse stationed in the ward replied, her tone trying to remain calm: "Once your condition stabilizes, we will contact you to go to the hospital."

At the doorway of Ward 4, Professor Su Haijian was making a phone call, his voice carrying a hint of impatience: "No can do, several of my patients here are in extremely critical condition."

He paused, then continued: "One is an aneurysm, one is an active retroperitoneal hematoma; both were previously misjudged and sent here, and there are no auxiliary examination records."

He raised his volume, glanced at Fang Ziye, feeling especially guilty: "Director Song, you can only arrange the operating room and surgery as soon as possible! ~"

How he himself had previously thought of Fang Ziye, he knew very well in his own heart.

"But there is no operating room! ~" Director Song Libo's voice came from the receiver.

"Even so, you must arrange it as soon as possible; we cannot wait here, we must find a backup operating room immediately." Su Haijian urged, his tone carrying a hint of pleading.

Fang Ziye heard this, took the phone: "Director Song, desperate times call for desperate measures; can you first clear out a few courtyards of the sanatorium?"

"Although the courtyards are not as clean as laminar flow operating rooms, we can no longer worry about so much now."

"These few patients' conditions are indeed special; they cannot be delayed any longer! ~"

The corridor of the operating room can be used for operations; after cleaning, the courtyard can also serve as a stage for operations.

At the Military Region Hospital, when stationed in the field, operations had to be performed on site.

Song Libo said: "Then I will request instructions from Dean Chen again."

His voice carried a hint of helplessness, obviously also knowing the current situation was extremely urgent.

But Song Libu did not dare make the decision himself; in the operating room, even the corridor was being used as an operating table, and now even the sanatorium's courtyard had to serve as an operating table—this kind of risk was not something ordinary people dared to take.

"Alright, Director Song! ~" Fang Ziye hung up the phone.

"Professor Su, thank you for your hard work; I'm going back outside!" Fang Ziye turned to look at Su Haijian, his tone carrying a hint of fatigue.

"Other patients, if they can be transferred out, transfer them out as soon as possible; occupying beds here has no meaning at all! ~"

"Professor Fang, that Bed 3..."

"Do one's best; there is no right or wrong, responsibility is not blame." After saying this, Fang Ziye left.

According to the current situation, the sanatorium would eventually be filled with critically ill emergency patients; these mild patients still had to leave, he knew very well.

Su Haijian caught up with him, his face full of worry: "Professor Fang, if these mild patients have an accident during transfer, what should we do?"

"Our sanatorium is after all a medical institution; it's not good to drive people away."

"I don't know what to do either! ~" Fang Ziye shook his head and said. His eyes carried a hint of confusion.

"This is just my suggestion; if an accident happens during transfer, it's just bad luck, it's fate, but this cannot be said out loud."

After saying this, Fang Ziye directly disappeared into the night curtain!

What to do?

Die then?!

Can't people not die?

The time was already approaching four-thirty in the early morning!

At the horizon, a streak of fish-belly white gradually spread, like a drop of milk-white ink dripping into thick black ink, and also like a corner of a deep blue velvet curtain being gently lifted.

The waning moon quietly retreated, yielding the stage to the sun about to appear. The contours of the distant mountains went from blurry to clear, like a scroll of ink wash painting slowly unfolding, outlining continuous curves.

Occasionally, unknown insects crawled among the grass leaves, leaving faint traces...

A strong smell of blood permeated the air; from the distance came the siren of an ambulance, sounding especially harsh.

Fang Ziye finally reached his position before the next wave of 120 transfer vehicles arrived.

The two patients Fang Ziye had dug out from the morgue had already been transferred to the operating room and 'ICU'; their current condition was relatively stable.

"Professor Fang, you've worked hard." Professor Tang Jian, upon seeing Fang Ziye, let out a breath of relief, a smile of heartache on his face.

Although he did not know how Fang Ziye's battle results were, his previous achievements were enough to make him convinced! ~

Rescue is not easy.

He continued, "Just now I heard Doctor Lan say you're a bit hungry. There are biscuits and bread over there, and mineral water. Go eat a little first."

"Senior Brother, another one died in the operating room." Lan Tianluo approached and whispered.

He didn't explain specifically who it was.

Fang Ziye's movement merely paused slightly; the sound of the 120 ambulance kept approaching, and he couldn't worry about so much anymore. After nodding, he sat down on the ground nearby.

His movements were somewhat stiff, like a machine that had been overworked.

He began gnawing on the bread in big bites, wolfing it down.

However, Fang Ziye had only finished gnawing one when he felt a pain on his neck. He turned his head and saw a huge mosquito sucking blood.

Without any hesitation, he slapped it dead with a single slap, then washed his hands with water, and immediately tore open the second bread bag, gulping it down. His movements were very fast, almost without pause.

Luo Tingzhu, Lan Tianluo, and the others were already waiting for the patients to approach. They queued in an orderly manner, occasionally glancing toward Fang Ziye who was eating crazily, yet they did not reproach his eating speed.

There was not a trace of impatience on their faces, only calm and understanding.

Fang Ziye's battle record no longer needed words or praise to embellish.

Digging people out of the morgue — that was snatching lives back from the Underworld!

Compared to this, Fang Ziye just now going to the mild patients and sticking a few "Lock Blood Talismans" on them wasn't that exaggerated.

Facing the gazes of several people, Fang Ziye bared his teeth, seemingly responding to their concern.

"I'll be done eating right away." Fang Ziye spoke.

Everyone turned their heads and left...

Fang Ziye's heart settled slightly—

At this moment Fang Ziye discovered that the emotional rendering in novels and TV dramas is all deliberate.

When a person's adrenaline accelerates secretion and nerves are tense, where is there so much time to think about why?

He deeply realized that in an emergency situation, who would thank you? Who would praise what you did?

Everyone is mortal.

So, even if what you did is incredible, it actually just bursts forth in that single instant.

Shock is just shock for a little while, and then they continue doing their own things.

In an emergency, there are too many things diverting everyone's attention.

So-called being moved, so-called shedding tears, so-called environmental rendering!

So-called excitement and stirring of the heart must be swallowed down just like the fear, sadness, helplessness and other emotions one must face.

No need to chew, no time to chew, must swallow down!

Sunrise approaches; the moon maiden also shyly tucks her head and tail. Fang Ziye is even more certain that what fears the sun most is the moon.

However, even though no one specially cheered for him, Fang Ziye could still see his battle results feedback.

The 20,000 Knowledge Points that surged in the short term were Fang Ziye's most fruitful battle gains!

The sound of teeth grinding against each other, the choking sound of swallowing, like one's own breathing and heartbeat — once you pay attention, you can't help but keep paying attention. Unless there's another opportunity and time to divert attention.

Finally, after half a minute, Fang Ziye had no chance to eat bread anymore.

And he didn't even have time to chew. Fang Ziye gulped the mineral water washing the bread into his stomach, then hurriedly stood up, patted his buttocks, and began putting on his mask and hat.

His movements were swift and powerful, as if a warrior organizing his armor.

Because, at the sanatorium entrance, the footsteps of the transfer team were already approaching continuously! Heavy footsteps like war drums echoed in the night sky.

"Group Leader Fang, you eat a bit more, it's fine." Tang Jian looked at Fang Ziye's pained expression while swallowing and even felt a bit of heartache.

Not to mention Lan Tianluo and Luo Tingzhu — both their gazes carried a trace of concern.

Fang Ziye closed his eyes, making an effort to swallow. After about ten seconds, Fang Ziye reopened his eyes, his gaze clear.

He tore open the examination gloves from his pocket! — making two *pa pa* sounds!

Ten-odd seconds later, Fang Ziye was already fully armed and back in position, and without any hesitation he rushed forward: "Put them here, put them here, just place them orderly!"

His voice was loud and clear, firm and upright like an ancient pine: "Don't jolt them, and don't bump them!"

"This way! —" Fang Ziye enthusiastically greeted the "guests" like a duck!

No sound responded, only heavy footsteps, and Luo Tingzhu and the others dividing into teams, approaching orderly, each performing their duties!

There was not a shred of expression on their faces, but every movement revealed professionalism and efficiency.

Finding the correct positioning is the emergency department's greatest weapon.

Busy but not chaotic is also an essential quality for every emergency practitioner.

Before everyone could react, Fang Ziye merely gave Lan Tianluo a look, and Lan Tianluo directly led the team to push in the pre-prepared debridement kit.

Immediately after, Fang Ziye began the physical examination, while Lan Tianluo picked up the pre-prepared iodophor gauze and began splashing it onto the patient's abdomen and thigh anterior laceration! —

Every operation was simple and crude, with only one purpose.

Snatching time.

Snatching time.

Still snatching time!

It looked just like a fight in a vegetable market — I splash a basin of water on you.

"Cardiac monitor, oxygen, establish intravenous access."

"Under any circumstances, these three operations take priority! —" Fang Ziye saw his and Lan Tianluo's violent operations had frightened the two nurses, and hurriedly issued medical orders! —

Right?

Aren't the Military Region Yangyuan's nurses all from the Military Hospital?

Wouldn't it be even more violent there?

The two nurses belatedly nodded and started jogging.

Fang Ziye finished the physical examination, diagnosis complete, and didn't give Lan Tianluo much explanation: "Hemostasis! —"

"To the operating room! ~"

"Should be simpler than the last one, I'm right next door! ~" Fang Ziye said.

Then he headed toward Luo Tingzhu's side next door.

Lan Tianluo froze for a slight moment, then hurriedly picked up the scalpel and began opening the abdomen.

"Han Zhiliang, you go help Lan Tianluo." Fang Ziye approached and said to Han Zhiliang.

Han Zhiliang immediately shifted his attention upon hearing this: "Okay, Group Leader Fang."

He stepped back and walked away without hesitation.

In Group Three he's just a small fry — where needed, there he goes!

Fang Ziye is the absolute DPS; besides eating lane, he has to go out and jungle, roamed a circle through the 'Morgue Raid' and 'Minor Injury Ward', and even grabbed people.

This technique is unmatched!

He's a thigh, hold tight, he's an adoptive father.

This time, Professor Qiao Yongjian didn't even dare blame Fang Ziye for taking his assistant, for snatching his lead surgeon role.

"Professor Fang, the knife is yours! ~" Qiao Yongjian said.

Fang Ziye didn't take the knife, didn't change gloves, but just slightly disinfected with povidone-iodine, then directly grasped the hemostat and reached into the patient's abdomen.

Doing what others cannot, understanding what others cannot comprehend — that is divine skill.

Fang Ziye's current operation has already been pushed to the extreme; sometimes even he himself cannot explain the principles inside.

Level 6 Hemostasis Technique?

Terrifying beyond description! ~

Three minutes later, Fang Ziye withdrew from the Second Battlefield, arrived at Lan Tianluo's side, and began helping.

Five minutes later, Fang Ziye arrived at the Third Battlefield. Began lead surgeon!

Eleven minutes later, Fang Ziye ligated the fourth patient's hemostasis and the direct supply artery of the ruptured organ! ~

After putting down the operating instruments in hand, Fang Ziye stepped back two steps, removing gloves while watching the patient's pooled blood continuously drop.

He instructed: "Send these four patients to the operating room as soon as possible."

"Notify the other professors in the operating room to handle them as soon as possible! ~"

"I'll go check the Yangyuan Entrance Initial Screening Point again! ~" Fang Ziye said.

The Emergency Area has deaths, severe cases, minor cases, and observation.

Fang Ziye has already been to the deaths and minor injury ward; the severe ward is being closely watched; the observation area, Fang Ziye hasn't visited yet.

Taking advantage before the next wave of patients arrives, Fang Ziye is going to roam again!

No one doubts.

Each performs their duty.

Fang Ziye also performs his own position, and even has time to make a phone call: "Director Song, I'm Fang Ziye, we've already sent all seven incoming patients to the operating room."

"The Surgical Diagnosis Area rescue is over; I suggest moving the Emergency Rescue area forward from the Surgical Diagnosis Area to the Yangyuan Entrance, to diagnose and treat patients one step faster! ~"

"Reduce transport and transfer! ~"

"Can transfer one professor to the operating room to do surgery! ~" Fang Ziye spoke with the initiative.

"Good! ~" Fang Ziye said everything that needed saying; Song Libo could only say good.

Fang Ziye didn't struggle either, hung up the phone, wearing blood-stained scrubs, once again charged into the pale non-black curtain.

Dawn is almost here! ~

(Chapter End)