Chapter 385: 377 Youthful Arrogance, Defying Heaven and Earth

377 Youthful Arrogance, Defying Heaven and Earth

Those around were shocked, and suppressed exclamations sounded from time to time.

But the patient's lover still showed no reaction, eyes blank, devoid of life.

"Hey, Fei Yi, your Old Hai is fine!" a female friend of the woman exclaimed, grabbing the patient's lover's shoulder and shaking him hard.

The woman remained deathly pale, staring blankly ahead, unable to see or hear.

Zheng Ren sighed. He had seen this before: excessive stimulation causes the patient's mind to become agitated and numb, a self‑protective instinct of the body.

"Sigh." Zheng Ren shook his head. "Other relatives? The ones who can pay and sign, come with me to finish the paperwork."

As soon as they heard they had to pay and sign, half of the people around Zheng Ren left instantly.

Only a few remained, most of them hesitant.

"Doctor, let me handle it." the patient's cousin stepped up and said to Zheng Ren.

"Arrange someone, call the elevator, wait for the patient to be pushed out, then send him to the ICU."

"You, come with me." Zheng Ren led him down the fire escape.

"Doctor, my brother's really okay?" the young man still couldn't believe it.

He was one of the eyewitnesses at the time; a stab to the chest made the person collapse instantly, and at a glance it looked like he was already dead.

Later, when he arrived at City First Hospital, what he heard and saw confirmed that earlier judgment.

And yet this young doctor said there was nothing wrong…

This is simply unbelievable.

"Well, for now the patient has come back to life." Zheng Ren said, "But because his heart stopped for a period during resuscitation, he may have suffered prolonged cerebral hypoxia, leading to irreversible brain damage. Plus, the rescue was rushed, so severe postoperative infection is possible. Still, he's alive now."

"…" The patient's cousin froze.

His upper body followed Zheng Ren forward, but his lower half stayed stuck on the steps.

He lost control completely and tumbled head over heels down.

"Damn…" Zheng Ren tried to grab him, but couldn't get a hold.

"Are you okay?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Doctor, will my brother become a vegetative state?" the inexperienced young man had never seen life‑and‑death matters; even an old person might not have witnessed as much as Zheng Ren has.

He had already been stunned silly by Zheng Ren's words.

"In theory, the chance of becoming vegetative isn't high." Zheng Ren said, "Let's go, first we'll handle the admission paperwork, then pay. Otherwise, after surgery we won't be able to use medication, and he really won't wake up."

Zheng Ren's words were somewhat exaggerated, but not entirely alarmist.

Cerebral hypoxia lasting 5–10 minutes means that even if the patient is revived, brain tissue damage is severe and irreversible, making the likelihood of vegetative state nearly 100%.

At that moment, it was Zheng Ren's quick decision that mattered; a delay of just a few minutes would have doomed the patient.

The patient's cousin stayed silent, following Zheng Ren all the way to the emergency ward; Zheng Ren directly arranged admission to the ICU, sparing Chang Yue and the others from writing the medical record.

After telling him to pay and showing him where the ICU was, Zheng Ren strode off toward the ICU.

The little fat guy from City Second Hospital instinctively followed when Zheng Ren and Su Yun sprinted out.

After working long enough in the hospital, even non‑clinical staff develop this habit.

From the moment he saw a patient with completely pale hands, face, and body being lifted off the ambulance, the fat guy judged the patient was surely dead.

Normally, for such cases they symbolically perform 20 minutes of chest compressions to console the family and give them time to accept the fact, then can declare clinical death.

But he didn't expect that, after bringing the films over and staring at them intently like an old scholar, Chief Zheng would dare, with youthful bravado, to open the chest and perform direct cardiac compression in the emergency resuscitation room!

Either Chief Zheng is a hotheaded rookie.

Or he truly possesses great skill.

The fat guy stood aside, watching; at the instant blood spurted from the patient's chest cavity, his numb soul, accustomed to life and death, seemed to be struck hard by something.

Cardiac tamponade!

He realized the patient's condition.

Could this be saved?

As the stretcher was pulled forward by Zheng Ren, the fat guy instinctively stepped aside.

He instinctively didn't help, just watched.

For this kind of trouble, stay as far away as possible—this is the experience gained from years of clinical work.

But when he saw the patient's lover grief‑stricken, clutching the stretcher and refusing to let go, and Zheng Ren kicked her away, that kick felt like it hit his own chest.

Oppressive,

Suffocating,

Couldn't catch his breath.

Is this possible? The fat guy covered his chest, astonished, watching Zheng Ren's back disappear around the corner,

watching the patient's relatives gradually gather together,

watching the relatives' emotions run high,

watching Fan Tian Shui awe the whole crowd,

He was dumbfounded.

When did City First Hospital become so badass? They actually hired this kind of person as a guard!

Moreover, he noticed another detail: the usual hospital troublemakers who stir up dissatisfied relatives were nowhere to be seen.

The whole process was quiet, no one setting the rhythm, no one provoking the relatives' emotions to blow things up and then take a cut.

This… this is simply astonishing.

The fat guy was especially curious, following the relatives' trail all the way to the operating room.

Soon Zheng Ren emerged and announced the rescue was successful.

The short fat guy exclaimed, not saying how Chief Zheng's TIPS Surgery was, just daring to open the chest in the Emergency Resuscitation Room and directly view the heart compressions, he was no ordinary person.

Moreover, City First Hospital actually had no medical trouble… He had a vague guess in his heart, perhaps related to this Chief Zheng.

Seeing Zheng Ren bring the patient's family back to the Jizhenbingfang, he followed behind.

Looking at Zheng Ren's back, the short fat guy thought of many things. Just based on this young Inpatient Chief, defying heaven and earth, youthful domineering vigor, he believed the TIPS Surgery would surely succeed.

Hospital, not some other place. Without a plan in mind, without skill in hand, who dares to be so domineering?!

He waited honestly on the side, waiting for the patient's family to go pay, then Zheng Ren had some time on his side, and he came before Zheng Ren.

He bent his waist a bit more, with a sincere smile, "Chief Zheng, your resuscitation standard just now is top-notch!"

"Oh." Zheng Ren replied blandly.

Seeing Zheng Ren's face expressionless, the short fat guy thought to himself, "Could it be that my expression isn't sincere enough? Could it be that my words aren't moving enough?"

As the saying goes, you can pierce a thousand holes, but flattery won't pierce.

I flatter him, yet he has no reaction at all?

Thinking, the short fat guy's smile grew a bit more, his eyes narrowed into a slit, he stretched out his right hand, raised his thumb, and said, "I'm convinced!"

"Fugui'er, how is the last patient's film?" Zheng Ren seemingly didn't notice the short fat guy's expression and actions at all, ignoring his praise and compliments, he turned back and asked.