Chapter 1678: 1621 He is the king here!

1621 He is the king here!

In a daze, he saw Zheng Lao Ban press Director Yan onto the bed, and even threatened him a few words.

What's going on?

"What are you staring at? You damn well are doing the rescue like this?" Su Yun snatched the ECG machine and ran over. Even in the hustle, she didn't forget to snap at Zhou Litao.

Director Yan, because too much Tension, didn't realize what was happening, still struggling there.

Su Yun felt a bit annoyed, really wanted to give Director Yan a beating.

Not listening to the doctor's words, still struggling there with force, is he wishing he'd die faster?

"Shut up!" Zheng Ren roared, "You damn well better behave if you don't want to die!"

The sound was loud, shaking the walls of the Emergency Resuscitation Room slightly. Trembling along with it were the hearts of everyone present.

The air felt stagnant, even the sound of vomiting outside became much quieter.

Because the sound was too loud, Director Yan froze for a moment, stopped struggling.

Director Yan, that's a 912 role that says one thing and means no second, a glare makes any department head's heart tremble.

Zheng Lao Ban is awesome, his roar made Director Yan dare not speak!

Not having time to button his clothes, Zheng Ren grabbed and tore open Director Yan's clothes. Buttons clattered all over the floor, afterwards Su Yun began attaching the ECG leads.

"Don't move, take an ECG." Zheng Ren said sternly.

Ye Qingqiu felt parched, myocardial infarction? If the diagnosis is correct, it's equivalent to saving Director Yan's life.

Thinking about his future prospects…, Ye Qingqiu gave a bitter smile.

Zheng Lao Ban wasn't after this; this morning he formally received word from Massachusetts General Hospital, eagerly saying they wanted to hire him as a lifelong professor at Massachusetts General Hospital.

In other words, they could just pat their backs, turn and leave, and it's still the Massachusetts General Hospital everyone dreams of.

Not counting Massachusetts General Hospital, it's a lifelong professorship that won't be terminated for a lifetime. Not even counting the lifelong professorship, it's said Zheng Lao Ban has been tapped as this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine laureate.

Director Yan's son seems to be at MIT; maybe he'll be useful later.

Is this someone you can afford to offend?

Nonsense!

Everyone present had their own thoughts; in the silence, the ECG had already been printed out.

The ST segment is elevated in a saddle shape; in layman's terms, this is called raising the flag.

Myocardial infarction!

"Gurney!" Zheng Ren shouted.

Zhou Litao, upon seeing the ST segment rise, instinctively sprang into action, already pulling a gurney to the door.

"What are you all staring at? Come lift him!" Zheng Ren barked, driving Vice President Yuan, Director Ye, the Emergency Department chief, even Hua Liang, all together heaving Director Yan onto the gurney.

"Su Yun, go to the Operating Room, notify them to prepare for emergency surgery."

"Director Ye, notify Director Yan's family that surgery is needed immediately; you handle the paperwork."

"Vice President Yuan, you're in charge of transferring the kids on this side; once the surgery is done I'll rush to the Community Hospital." Zheng Ren kept shouting.

The orders flowed out smoothly and logically.

Here,

Emergency Resuscitation Room,

He is the king here!

"Doctor Zheng, how is Director Yan's condition?" Vice President Yuan asked.

"It's serious; we need to rush imaging to see the situation. If a stent is needed, place a stent; if thrombectomy is needed, perform thrombectomy. Su Yun, have Xiao Feng reach the Interventional Catheter Room within five Minute."

Having said that, Zheng Ren grabbed the gurney and ran.

Director Yan lay on the gurney, grew quiet, and immediately felt severe chest-back pain.

Old, I'm really old.

Still thinking about going to the front lines to hold down the fort, coordinate; even if it's sacrifice, it could be said to be wrapped in horsehide.

But before even leaving the 912 emergency, I've already had a myocardial infarction?

Damn it!

Director Yan cursed silently.

……

Emergency Department, Vice President Yuan took over command, fully directing the work of transferring the sick students.

However, there isn't much for him to do; give an order, and naturally someone will handle the transfer.

To avoid unsettling the students' emotions, the medical staff of the Emergency Rescue Service ambulances still cannot wear hazmat suits.

Only four vehicles; transferring the patients takes nearly a whole night.

But for now this is all we can do; 912, this counts as precaution.

If such a disaster from the early century really occurred, at least we'd have a means to cope, not just watch the virus spread helplessly.

Any more, and I really couldn't think of anything.

Hope everyone stays safe and sound; hopefully these flower-like kids won't come to any harm.

"Vice President Yuan, have you guys drilled before?" Hua Liang came over and asked.

"Yeah, we've done one or two drills; the Community Hospital prepared for Doctor Zheng just finished renovation, and we're using it directly as an emergency treatment center." Vice President Yuan said.

"The Community Hospital renovated? You lot at 912 are really rich." Hua Liang laughed.

"Zheng Lao Ban's own social capital, who'd have thought we'd run into this as soon as it got going." Vice President Yuan said.

"Zheng Lao Ban is pretty formidable." Hua Liang recalled that scene, daring to bet that if Director Yan acted up again, this side would likely get a slap.

Young people, just full of vigor. But a slap knocked Director Yan senseless…… Thinking of that, Hua Liang felt parched.

"……" Vice President Yuan also thought that, but he couldn't respond to that.

"Are you guys indulging Zheng Lao Ban too much? He has talent and ability, so he should be disciplined a bit." Hua Liang said softly.

Vice President Yuan felt a wave of disgust; he clearly understood Hua Liang's meaning.

East Tumor has been trying to poach Zheng Lao Ban repeatedly, but at Director Yan's level, those attempts were blocked.

This is deliberately disgusting oneself.

He coughed and said, "Director Hua, we value talent greatly. Discipline? Such a parental attitude won't do."

Director Hua slightly shook his head.

"Zheng Lao Ban just carried out a mission, going to Nanyang," Vice President Yuan remarked casually, as if chatting idly.

"Oh? What mission?"

"I don't know either; I only know it's about an overseas Chinese patriot who fell ill." Vice President Yuan said, "But Zheng Lao Ban hasn't returned today, and the letter from Massachusetts General Hospital has already been sent to the hospital."

Hua Liang was startled, what nonsense is this? A mission in Nanyang, then a letter from Massachusetts General Hospital arrives at the hospital?

Vice President Yuan found that using Zheng Lao Ban as a punching bag was really effective.

Last time at Capital Medical University, President Zhang was dazed by his bluff.

This time it's Director Hua's turn.

This guy has always been eyeing Zheng Lao Ban, wanting to poach him.

Pah!

He's just issuing a bad check; on Third Ring Road, East Tumor would have to relocate a ward for Zheng Lao Ban.

Besides, a ward only has a few beds—how could it compare to a community hospital?

Or rather, using Zheng Lao Ban as a lever to give him a stern warning, telling him plainly: You can't afford Zheng Lao Ban!

Thinking this, Vice President Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Director Ye, what's the situation?"

Ye Qingqiu said, "According to information, the patient is 93 years old, underwent hip replacement surgery at Massachusetts General Hospital three years ago, postoperative recovery was poor, resulting in deafness, blindness, and recently showing symptoms of heart failure."

Director Hua frowned, filled with doubts, but said nothing, waiting for the continuation.