Chapter 638: The Villain Fang Ziye

Dawn broke in the east, the color of the horizon gradually shifting from deep ink-black to a dim dark blue, as if a vast piece of velvet had been gently brushed by an invisible hand, wiping away the heaviness of night.

A faint fish-belly white, like a drop of milk falling into thick ink, slowly bloomed at the edge of the sky, tearing the silence of the night curtain.

The waning moon quietly withdrew, shedding its silvery radiance, yielding the stage of the sky to the sun about to burst forth.

"Dean Chen, just now Professor Fang Ziye suggested..." Director Song Libo stood in the warehouse, mobile phone in one hand, the other rummaging through cardboard boxes piled like mountains, his expression anxious.

Inside the warehouse, various medical supplies were piled in chaotic disorder; cardboard boxes, plastic crates, cut PP strapping scattered across the floor, making it exceptionally cramped.

He wore a blue work uniform, collar slightly open, fine beads of sweat seeping on his forehead, hurriedly reporting Fang Ziye's suggestion to Dean Chen Song, his tone carrying a hint of urgency and unease.

"What did you say?" On the other end of the phone, Dean Chen Song's voice carried obvious surprise; he seemed distracted by other matters and hadn't fully heard what Song Libo said, his tone carrying a trace of impatience.

Dean Chen Song's location was even more noisy and chaotic than Song Libo's side.

Clamor, orders, alarms, scolding, crying — all kinds of sounds intertwined, grating on the nerves...

"Dean Chen, after Professor Fang made this suggestion, I called back to ask at the first moment; Professor Fang Ziye replied that he had already led the team to handle eight emergency patients brought in!" Song Libo raised his voice, straining to make himself heard over the surrounding din, ensuring Dean Chen Song could hear clearly.

He swallowed, then repeated: "All of them were smoothly slated for transfer into the operating rooms."

Song Libo's eyes held a trace of disbelief; he could not imagine that in such a short time Fang Ziye could actually accomplish so much.

"Now he suggests moving the sanatorium's emergency rescue position forward to the sanatorium entrance!"

Song Libo's voice was crisp yet carried a slight tremor!

Either my understanding is wrong, or Fang Ziye has gone crazy.

And a whole group of people at the sanatorium are going crazy along with Fang Ziye!

What Fang Ziye's suggestion implies is not merely a simple relocation of position, but a reallocation of existing medical resources, and such allocation requires tremendous courage and decisiveness.

He did not know whether Fang Ziye's decision was correct, but at this moment he had to truthfully report the entire situation to Dean Chen Song.

"Doctor Chen! Over there."

"Shut up!" Chen Song shouted furiously at another person.

"Doctor Chen... over there a brother he..."

"Wait a minute! Don't you understand Mandarin?"

Chen Song continued scolding.

The other person left.

Chen Song's breathing became rapid and disordered; the place he was in was already unstable in order, all kinds of matters a tangled mess.

Every additional thing requiring his decision would make his thinking even more chaotic.

He tried his best to stay calm, took several deep breaths; he was already very old...

Fang Ziye wants to move the sanatorium's internal emergency position forward!

What does this mean? There is only one possibility: Fang Ziye has already led his team to perform emergency treatment on all newly admitted emergency patients, bringing them into a relatively elective surgery stage.

So-called emergency surgery refers to emergency injuries that must be handled at the first moment.

And relatively elective surgery means that after first-moment emergency treatment, the patient's vital signs are relatively stable, allowing a slight wait before surgery.

The mortality rate of trauma patients remains high, largely because accidents occur frequently and there is a lack of timely examination results to confirm the location of injuries, making accurate positioning difficult.

Even experienced surgical professors find such situations tricky to handle.

Dean Chen Song frowned tightly; he knew Fang Ziye's decision was also taking a huge risk.

Only Chen Song now dared not confirm whether Fang Ziye was gambling with lives, or had truly grown somewhat—

"Investigate, question further, assess the situation!" Dean Chen Song's voice carried a trace of fatigue, yet remained decisive.

"If it can be deferred then defer it; you must be responsible for preparing and allocating supplies!"

He could not decide directly, because he was not at the sanatorium and did not know the specific on-site situation; he could only delegate authority to Song Libo, letting him judge based on actual circumstances.

What he could do was trust Song Libo, trust Fang Ziye!

"The surgical rescue work — leave it to the surgical people, let Fang Ziye allocate it himself!"

"Your side's supply allocation — you take charge; in principle you may adopt relatively extreme non-harmful means!"

"If anyone tries to jack up the price on the spot, just hit them!"

After finishing the addition, Chen Song added: "Call Professor Tang Jian of Anesthesiology, ask carefully about the situation!"

"He's the Deputy Group Leader; he shouldn't go along with Fang Ziye's recklessness!" Before he finished speaking, the phone on Chen Song's end was hung up.

"Grandpa, you have to come back with me, you two, take my grandpa away..." A young girl's voice appeared.

Chen Song froze; he knew the newcomer was Chen Song's granddaughter...

Song Libo had no time for anything else; while searching the contact list, someone came to report.

"What?"

"Someone actually asked for a price hike?!"

"Yes, Director Song! How to handle it?" The newcomer explained the situation truthfully.

"Raise his ass in the Gobi, take the goods, don't pay, record the debt, after today's matter ends ask him if he still wants a raise!"

"If he wants to die, let him go jump off a building himself!"

"That's the only chance I can give him." Song Libo said.

"Go snatch?!" The young man opposite Song Libo shuddered.

"That's called reserving!" Song Libo corrected the other's wording.

The surgeries, medical supplies, etc. inside the sanatorium are all reservation-based; now a huge gap has suddenly appeared, he must find a way to solve and handle it himself.

He must transport all kinds of surgical and rescue supplies to the sanatorium in advance; this work is tedious and time-consuming, requiring his overall coordination to ensure timely and sufficient supply.

Right now many places in Enshi are short of supplies!

Although the sanatorium has a certain relative priority, as long as Chen Guangbai has not yet delivered the consumables from the neighboring city, he can only figure it out himself.

Song Libo had long since dialed the phones of various instrument companies!

He ordered them to transport all surgical and emergency supplies to the sanatorium in advance, but intercity requisitioning takes time, and it's not just about transferring medical resources...

Just after hanging up on Dean Chen Song, Song Libo called Professor Tang Jian again.

Once the call connected, Professor Tang Jian's voice came through, calm and steady: "Director Song, I'm already at the sanatorium. Our Group Three has finished temporarily processing all transferred patients brought to the sanatorium."

"Some professors in the operating rooms can also free up after finishing the previous wave of surgeries to join the emergency rescue work inside the hospital."

"Professor Fang suggested that one group stays at the Surgical Diagnosis Area to convert it into a treatment center for mild patients, while another group slowly moves medical equipment to the sanatorium doorway."

"This can further reduce patient transfer time and transfer jolting." Tang Jian's tone was affirmative, his voice carrying a hint of admiration!

He knew well that Professor Fang Ziye's decision was made after deep consideration, the best choice under current circumstances.

Even he himself found it hard to believe how Fang Ziye had done it.

It seemed there wasn't much technique, just relying on the most violent, direct, hardcore hands-on work.

Without test results, perform physical examinations; without an operating table, handle it on the spot, using stretchers and gurneys as operating tables.

"Then we'll follow Professor Fang!" Song Libo said decisively.

Tang Jian is currently Deputy Group Leader of Group Three, responsible for supervision; if Fang Ziye were just making trouble, Tang Jian wouldn't dare not report truthfully.

"Professor Tang Jian, you must guard well~"

"And guard Fang Ziye too." Song Libo said.

"Director Song, I will." In an emergency, no one can have the final say alone, including Dean Chen Song.

Song Libo also knew clearly that not all patients were critically ill, and not all emergencies were ultra-critical severe cases.

And as time passed, severe patients would relatively decrease, but also relatively become more severe. So, the admission frequency at the sanatorium would keep dropping.

"Where has Professor Fang gone now? I called him and he didn't answer." Song Libo asked again; he needed to grasp Fang Ziye's movements, he needed to know exactly what Fang Ziye was doing, to feel more at ease.

"Professor Fang has already gone to the observation area at the doorway..." Tang Jian said, tilting his neck, speaking into the phone.

Song Libo: "......"

Song Libo hung up the phone, feeling somewhat speechless. Fang Ziye was acting first and reporting later!

At the sanatorium doorway, the red sun broke dawn, the colors at the horizon gradually turned from deep blue to light blue, a ray of golden light pierced through the clouds, falling onto the earth.

The cold wind grew stronger, branches swayed in the wind, leaves made rustling sounds, like low sighs.

The last of the 120 transfer vehicles that had previously been sent over hadn't even had time to leave, the vehicle body trembling slightly, the headlights still flashing faint light.

The drivers and medical personnel inside gathered in twos and threes, wolfing down various foods to temporarily stave off hunger; sweat beaded on their faces, clothes disheveled, every face written with fatigue and anxiety.

Rescue is physical labor, and so is moving; they must seize time to replenish energy to face the upcoming challenges.

Moreover, before each 120 transfer vehicle goes out on a mission again, all equipment must be checked clearly, all supplies must be fully reallocated; they cannot set off 'short on weight and measure', not the slightest carelessness allowed.

Light gradually brightened, vision gradually became transparent.

At the doorway of the Villa Area directly opposite the sanatorium, a large number of cardboard boxes and paper boxes were piled up like a small hill, various medical supplies stacked together, looking somewhat chaotic.

Many people were there classifying and transferring medical devices and consumables such as masks and hats; sweat beaded on their faces, but their movements were orderly, every action very serious.

They were not medical personnel directly participating in rescue, but the work they did was equally crucial...

"Sort more clearly, sort more meticulously, don't be careless! ~"

The so-called 'Observation Area' is where patients, after being transferred over, have situations that are not particularly urgent, injuries relatively smaller, need processing time relatively more ample, waiting time relatively longer, are 'observed' here!

Those stationed working here are the sanatorium's screening 'threshold', mainly some professors and teams from the Research Area.

For example Li Yuanpei, wearing a white coat, wearing glasses, holding a medical record in one hand and directing nursing staff with the other, his eyes carrying a hint of fatigue, but still maintaining professionalism and seriousness.

For example Liao Jia, carefully suturing a patient's wound, her movements gentle and proficient, fine beads of sweat oozing on her forehead.

For example Hu Qingyuan, shuttling back and forth among the crowd, his complexion somewhat pale, but still spirited; he carefully observed every patient's condition, ensuring no potential risk was missed.

They were all sent to suture and bandage some patients whose injury severity had been misjudged; they patiently and meticulously treated every patient's wound...

Various flat stretchers arranged like a matrix, over twenty white coats shuttling among them, forming a busy team, each negotiating and communicating with patients; their voices somewhat hoarse...

"Hello, your situation is not serious now; you've been here for nearly four hours, there should be no internal organ damage! ~" Hu Qingyuan persuaded an older sister, his tone as gentle as possible, trying to soothe her emotions.

The older sister was around forty, slightly plump, bloodstains all over her clothes; she tightly gripped the sheet beneath her, anxiety on her face; she shook her head like a rattle drum, tone firm and stubborn: "I'm not going back, I'm injured, I want to see a doctor."

Her eye sockets slightly red, obviously very afraid.

"I'm not going back; going back is waiting to die?"

"I want to go to the hospital; what place is this after all?" Her voice carried a sobbing tone; she disagreed with Hu Qingyuan's suggestion, fear in her tone; she seemed unable to accept that she had actually been sent to such a "ghost place."

"Are you doctors? What hospital is this? I want to go to Enshi Central Hospital or Minzu University Hospital; how did you transfer me here?" She questioned continuously, emotions agitated.

"If you don't transfer me to a big hospital, I won't leave! ~"

Professor Qu Tangwei from next door walked over, wearing glasses, hair somewhat messy; looking at the woman before him, he advised in a slightly gentler tone: "You can go back first, go to the Central Hospital or Minzu University Hospital for a follow-up consultation yourself; what would happen if you stayed with us?"

The woman still shook her head, tone firm: "I'm not going; I'll stay here; without a 120 vehicle to send me there, I'm not going anywhere." She tightly gripped the sheet beneath her, stubbornness on her face.

"Not going, not going..."

"Why transfer me here? Where are the doctors? Where is the ward? I want to be hospitalized..."

"I don't want to die."

Such scenes were many; basically almost no one agreed to take the sanatorium's large bus to leave; they stubbornly believed only 120 ambulances could safely send them to the hospital; they seemed to have formed a kind of inertial thinking.

Seeing dead people makes one afraid of death; seeing someone die beside you makes one even more afraid of death.

After Fang Ziye walked into the Observation Area and saw such a chaotic scene, his brow furrowed tightly!

But he knew he must take action as soon as possible; otherwise the chaos here would seriously affect rescue progress.

However, even if the scene was chaotic again, it must be handled; those who should leave must leave; this was a task he must complete.

Twenty-some people and ten-some flat beds placed here would only make the passage narrower and narrower, affecting rescue efficiency. He scanned the crowd before him, trying to find a solution.

"Professor Qutang, how many patients here have only hand and foot injuries?" Fang Ziye first looked toward the police assisting in maintaining order nearby, eyes sharp and firm.

Some people, you tell them to leave and they won't leave, but the police can.

In fact, Fang Ziye could understand the thinking of that older sister and people in similar situations.

They were afraid that going to the hospital alone would mean paying out of pocket, and even more afraid of dying on the road for no reason; after all, the sanatorium was not a formal medical unit, and at least they all didn't know what kind of place this really was — only after boarding a 120 ambulance and seeing a formal doctor would they feel at ease.

"I'm not leaving. I said it — however you brought me here, that's how you have to send me to the hospital." A middle-aged man roared with bulging veins, his face flushed deep red, his eyes full of anger and distrust.

"My life is my own. Do you want me to die?"

A police officer who had approached looked helplessly at Professor Qu Tangwei, his tone weary: "Professor Qu, what do you think about this?"

"What they say also makes sense. If there are no medical personnel accompanying them, they wouldn't dare leave easily either."

His face also carried a trace of helplessness. He knew the patients before him were all hard to deal with, mainly because they had been scared witless.

"They have to leave now. We only admit critical patients here. These people only have scalp lacerations."

"Where would we get a 120 ambulance to escort them to the hospital right now?" Qu Tangwei's tone was somewhat helpless. All 120 ambulances had already been taken up by critical patients; there simply weren't any surplus vehicles to transport these minor-injury patients.

"Comrade police officer, I've already confirmed their transfer recommendation. Whether you want to take compulsory measures — I don't care, and I can't control it either."

"But I am very certain that the patients here, right now —!"

While Qu Tangwei was negotiating with the police leader, Fang Ziye stepped a few paces closer and cut in. He seemed to have already formed a new idea.

"Professor Qu, let's personally examine the patients once more. If we can be absolutely certain there is no potential internal organ damage, then we'll send them home or let them go to the hospital on their own."

Fang Ziye's tone was sincere and firm. He knew that at this moment, every decision had to be cautious. He could not let any possible risk slip by.

"You police just call an ambulance and it'll come, right?" Someone muttered, dissatisfaction in their tone.

"Right now do you need an ambulance more, or does that side need it more? Can't you consider the bigger picture a little?" A police officer's temper was also a bit short.

"Before, why did ambulances prioritize picking you up instead of others? Don't you have any idea in your hearts?" His tone carried a trace of helplessness and impatience.

The speaker turned their head away, cursing under their breath, clearly displeased with the police's words...

The reasoning is all understood, but making the sensible choice is hard.

Fang Ziye and Qu Tangwei exchanged no more idle words, but teamed up and walked straight toward the patients lying on stretchers...

The patients in the observation area were all awake. Seeing Fang Ziye's sterile surgical gown covered in bloodstains, they felt a chill in their hearts. After all, the blood on Fang Ziye was shocking to the eye, making one involuntarily worried.

Fang Ziye walked up to a patient. Because of his injuries he lay on the bed unable to move. He looked at Fang Ziye with terrified eyes, his body trembling slightly.

Fang Ziye didn't hesitate in the slightest. He directly went hands-on and began a physical examination. His movements were swift and practiced.

"What are you doing? Who are you?" The middle-aged man asked with slight terror.

"This is Professor Fang. He's also a doctor. He'll give you another physical exam. If there's no problem, we'll transfer you out!" Qu Tangwei also turned decisive.

"He says I leave so I have to leave?"

"Yes!" Fang Ziye's answer was concise and decisive. He had to project a hard attitude to cow these patients.

He was the Group Leader. He had to do this!

"Don't touch me!"

The patient grew annoyed. He struck Fang Ziye's right arm with his own good hand, trying to push Fang Ziye away. But he discovered Fang Ziye's arm was like steel — utterly unshakable.

"Hands still!"

"If you move again, I'll have someone carry you out!" Fang Ziye didn't have that much time to explain meticulously. His tone carried a trace of impatience.

"Carry me then!" The patient flared up and began threatening. His face held a trace of provocation, but more of it was fear.

Fang Ziye did a preliminary lung and abdominal exam. Finding nothing amiss, he straightened up and said to Long Jinhua not far away: "Long Jinhua, come over and help. Carry him to the opposite side of the road!"

As soon as Fang Ziye finished speaking, he had already lifted one side of the flat stretcher. His movements were clean and sharp.

"Let's see if you dare..." Seeing Fang Ziye really about to act, the patient began to panic. His body trembled slightly.

"You're really going to?"

"Murder! Murder! Police, they're killing someone — do you care or not?" He tried to appeal to the police for help, but the police just stood to one side without the slightest reaction.

Long Jinhua was a security guard in the villa area. He had an extremely good relationship with Fang Ziye from being given cigarettes. Hearing Fang Ziye's summons, he immediately ran over to help. He lifted the other side of the flat stretcher and headed for the doorway. His movements were swift and powerful, without the slightest hesitation.

Both Fang Ziye and Long Jinhua were stout. The road was sealed off — except for supply transport and 120 ambulances, nothing could enter or leave — so the road was very spacious.

After Fang Ziye and Long Jinhua carried the patient to the opposite side of the road, they simply set him down. The movements were clean and efficient, without any dragging of feet.

"Let him make a scene. Whenever he's willing to go back, that's when we'll send him back." Fang Ziye said to the large bus driver.

"Okay, Professor Fang. We won't force anyone!"

"They're all resources." The large bus driver nodded. He also knew Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye and Long Jinhua turned and left.

"Don't go! What are you doing?" Seeing Fang Ziye and Long Jinhua really about to leave him there, the patient grew even more frantic. His voice was full of despair.

"You carried me here... Murder! Murder..."

But Fang Ziye and Long Jinhua didn't turn their heads. They strode straight toward the next patient. They had to race against time, save more people. This was their only mission at this moment. In an emergency, one must be decisive and clean; otherwise the patients here would keep staying and making trouble, delaying precious rescue time.

"Ming Ge, come over and help!" Fang Ziye called again on a familiar security guard — also the Experimental Area's security guard Chen Qiangmin.

"Right away." Fang Ziye often went to the Experimental Area, so Chen Qiangmin and Fang Ziye were also quite familiar, just not as close as with Long Jinhua.

But he also chose to help Fang Ziye.

"Don't touch me. I didn't offend you!"

When Fang Ziye arrived before the second patient, the man shrank back all over in fright. He looked at Fang Ziye with fearful eyes, like looking at a death god. He seemed to have already realized that the Fang Ziye before him was a figure not to be trifled with.

Fang Ziye's action was truly too unexpected. He actually really would just carry people away!

Fang Ziye's authority must be very great. This made him even more afraid. His eyes were full of panic.

Fang Ziye couldn't be bothered with all that. These patients who made a fuss generally had no life danger. He had to seize the time and process all the stranded patients.

However, to ensure he hadn't misjudged, Fang Ziye still reached out and examined his mental state, pupils, and basic lung and abdominal physical exam relatively meticulously. After confirming there were no signs of intra-abdominal injury such as board-like abdomen, his movements only then became slightly faster. He had to complete all patients' examinations in the shortest time.

Fang Ziye directly ordered: "Carry him to the opposite side!"

"I rnm."

"You carry your mb."

"I fucked your ancestors, let's see if I kill your whole family after I recover!"

"You want my life! ~" He bared fangs and brandished claws; his legs were injured, and his right lower abdomen had superficial trauma, but by now it had been temporarily handled. He struggled to stand up, yet had no method at all.

But he couldn't run; he could only clamor futilely there, his face full of anger and resentment...

"I'll die, right? I don't want to die, don't you touch me! ~"

"If you fell down yourself and got hurt from the fall, we're not responsible! ~"

"You're clear on today's situation too; even if you die, it's just one more dead body's data! ~" Long Jinhua's tone was cold; he knew that right now he had to use a hard attitude to deter these troublemaking patients.

"The injured one isn't you, is it?" His voice turned sharp, clearly provoked by Long Jinhua's words, his face full of anger and unwillingness.

"You think it's unimportant, right?"

"Let go of me... please, I have elderly above and young below..."

The patient began to change tactics, his tone turning pleading; clearly fear had overcome his arrogance, his voice full of pleading. He seemed to realize he already had no method to resist these people before him.

"Professor Fang has seen you, thinks you're fine, then your problem won't be big! ~"

"Just a scalp laceration." Long Jinhua soothed.

"He's a little youngster, what the hell does he know?" The patient didn't believe.

"Two big brothers, let me go, don't listen to him, you're not his running dogs."

"He hasn't even learned medicine properly, why are you afraid of him?"

"Don't move me, people will really die, people died on the scene."

"Brother, Big Brother, Adoptive Father..."

Long Jinhua was displeased: "You only know shit; Professor Fang treating you is fortune you cultivated! ~"

Finished speaking, he steadily placed the patient on the opposite side of the road, confirmed both side rails were fixed in position, then started walking back, without the slightest hesitation.

Because Fang Ziye had already made the first wave of moves, so subsequently more people joined in, one by one directly carrying the minor patients out the doorway corridor.

Cursing and muttering sounds still continued, but at this moment they gradually quieted; clearly, they had realized Fang Ziye really intended to carry people!

They were injured now, couldn't beat them in a fight either, so they had no method at all; they could only accept reality.

Although injured, they weren't mental patients, and with police on scene, if they really struck people, given Fang Ziye's temper, they'd probably get "educated" first before possibly going to hospital for treatment. They understood clearly: the current situation left them absolutely no room for resistance.

"Professor Fang, what if?" Professor Qu Tangwei hesitated in a low voice at Fang Ziye's side.

"No what-ifs."

"Even if there are what-ifs, neither you nor I bear responsibility! ~"

"Layered positioning, must be executed! ~" Fang Ziye knew what Qu Tangwei wanted to say.

Qu Tangwei's meaning was: what if these patients have an accident during transport?

Even if you, Fang Ziye, can avoid responsibility, you'll also attract much more scolding, and you're a local...

But Fang Ziye can be shameless.

A single person can't possibly have only one label; if good and evil must be clearly divided, Fang Ziye doesn't mind being a villain!

Qu Tangwei isn't Fang Ziye, so he doesn't know how confident Fang Ziye is in his own physical examination technique.

If he really encounters hidden damage even he can't detect, it can only be said the patient's luck is unlucky; staying here, they'd die just the same!

There won't be a second outcome.

On scene, open the channel, accelerate transport efficiency — that is the best choice! ~

Qu Tangwei looked at Fang Ziye, could only see Fang Ziye's side face.

Fang Ziye finished the physical exam, before the patient's struggling, fearful expression, coldly said two characters: "Carry them over! ~"

"How can this young person's heart be so vicious?"

"Don't you have parents or relatives?"

"Are you a solitary person? (widower)"

"I'm telling you, if anything happens to me, I absolutely won't let you off! ~" Voice fading into distance.

Fang Ziye could only forcibly endure all mixed feelings of emotion! ~

Then glanced at the "Observation Area" corpses not yet transported to the 'Morgue' in time, and without hesitation walked to the next patient.

These four 'corpses' — not excluded that they were delayed in transport to the rescue area's time and thus couldn't be rescued.

So, this villain, Fang Ziye must do.

He understands these people's fear, but he must violently dispel these people's fear!

(Chapter End)