Chapter 702: 691 Don't let heroes become martyrs!

691 Don't let heroes become martyrs!

Finally, Feng Xu Hui was put on an ambulance heading to Rongcheng Provincial Hospital.

The ambulance carried four patients; doctors and nurses had nowhere to sit. But thanks to Xie Ning's insistence, Feng Xu Hui still got on board.

Xie Ning had nothing else to say; he just threw out one line—"Don't turn heroes into martyrs"—and then went off to attend to other matters.

That sentence left the doctor in charge of arranging the ambulance stunned. He wiped his eyes, gritted his teeth, and managed to squeeze out a spot for Feng Xu Hui.

The information was filed with Xie Ning for future tracking of the casualties. Unnamed casualties had limited personal information, physical characteristics, and their affiliated hospital recorded; only then did the ambulance close its doors and drive off in a Benz.

On the ambulance, the little nurse huddled in a corner, trying not to take up space, eyes fixed intently on the blood bag.

According to schedule, each casualty on board was given one bag of blood.

Doctors and nurses were in short supply, but blood was not. It was said that fresh blood later couldn't even get in line; some places even put up large signs saying "No type B blood" to tell type B donors not to queue.

"Brother Tian, what's this person's background?" the little nurse asked, seeing the ambulance get underway; the doctor, busy taking blood pressure and making notes, finally had a moment and replied.

"We're the same—we all rushed over to help." said the Tian-surnamed doctor, who looked simple and honest, his face a bit dark, his voice muffled.

"This isn't just adding trouble for the disaster area folks; we can't help at all." the little nurse complained, a bit unhappy. It wasn't anything else—just that over the past few days, ferrying the wounded nonstop had made riding in the vehicle nauseating.

She swore that after going home she would never ride in an ambulance again; she truly couldn't stand it.

"I wouldn't dare say that." Doctor Tian hurriedly said: "I heard from Uncle Ning that this person is a hero."

"What?" the little nurse sized up Feng Xu Hui—a frail, weak young man, pallid, in terrible shape, showing no trace of a hero.

"When I went to hand over… right, do you feel that Pengxi Township Hospital is different from other places?"

"Here everything's so orderly; everywhere else is a mess." the little nurse said.

"Yep, know who did it?"

"Him?"

The dark-faced Doctor Tian hastily waved his hand, realizing he hadn't spoken clearly, he chuckled and said: "It's that Uncle Ning you're smitten with."

Just mentioning Uncle Ning made the little nurse's eyes light up.

Although it was just a joke, in these dreary days, anyone who spots a standard uncle‑type figure that catches the eye wants to take a second look.

Just like a man seeing a pretty girl always wants to look twice; but actually doing something about it is another matter.

"Uncle Ning said we mustn't let heroes become martyrs, so this young man was put on our ambulance." Doctor Tian said.

"What kind of hero is he? Did he save people?"

"Well, all the casualties we've transported today who received treatment owe it to him."

"That's pretty impressive." the little nurse, huddled in the corner, said: "Do we count?"

"Of course you do—anyone you see should count. But it's meaningless, and we're not after that." Doctor Tian kept talking, but his eyes never left the patient.

This ambulance came from a small county in distant Hebei Province; the medical staff aboard have limited skills, so critical emergencies aren't assigned to them. Only those who have received treatment are placed on board, making accidents less likely.

Although their skills are average, their sense of responsibility is strong. So far they have successfully transferred over 130 wounded.

After checking the patient's ID and blood type, and cross‑checking the blood type on the removed blood bag with Doctor Tian to avoid mistakes, the little nurse then changed the blood bag for one patient.

All the way to Rongcheng, the scenery on both sides had grown stale; they wanted to nap but forced themselves to stay awake. It was said that after finishing this run they could rest a few hours.

Such out‑of‑area support vehicles have no mandatory oversight.

Everything relies on self‑discipline and initiative.

Doctor Tian is the leader of this team, the only leadership role he's ever held in his life.

They persist, squeezing out every bit of energy, striving to make one more trip, to transfer a few more patients.

The trip went smoothly, and after a few hours they arrived at Rongcheng Provincial Hospital.

Type 1 and Type 2 patients are assigned here. However, it's said this place can't hold that many anymore; in the coming days the milder cases may have to start going to nearby county or city hospitals, or hospitals in neighboring provinces.

After the patients were delivered to the Provincial Hospital's emergency center, Doctor Tian began handing them over to the doctors there.

"Old Tian, why are you still busy? Last time you said you wanted to catch your breath." The doctors at the Provincial Hospital knew Doctor Tian; even if they hadn't before, recent frequent contact had made them familiar.

Patients like Zheng Ren, with advanced face blindness, are not common.

"It's not that I'm thinking of squeezing in another run before dark; if I don't sleep well I'll be restless, and if I get up in the middle of the night to run again I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up the pace, lowering efficiency." Doctor Tian gave a simple, honest smile and said.

"How many casualties? ID, diagnosis." Small talk aside, work still had to be done quickly. The Provincial Hospital doctors chatted while they started recording, preparing to receive patients.

If given a choice, he would certainly choose sleep over chatting with Doctor Tian.

Even swapping in a beautiful woman to chat with wouldn't necessarily rouse his spirits.

"Four casualties: three are post‑operative severe pelvic fractures, and one has a leg penetrated by rebar with hemorrhagic shock."

"Speaking of Pengxi Township, it's really a bizarre place—today we've transferred how many post‑operative pelvic fracture patients after embolization?" the Provincial Hospital doctor sighed, saying, "Let me tell you, Old Tian, my goodness, today I've seen more post‑embolization pelvic fracture patients than ever in my life—one day's worth outweighs a lifetime."

Doctor Tian gave a simple, honest smile.

"Just how many doctors from Pengxi Township's Intervention Department went there? How did we end up with so many post‑operative casualties?"

"I don't know either—I only handle the transfers." Doctor Tian felt a bit regretful.

He still falls short compared to the doctors fighting on the operating table, but he couldn't help feeling that any job is a form of dedication.

"Alright, wait for the nurse over there to finish handing over the blood bags, then hurry and find a spot to nap." The Provincial Hospital emergency doctor pointed to a few men and women in suits nearby and said, "Those are the front‑desk manager and staff of a five‑star hotel; they have a car and specifically pick people up for lodging."

Doctor Tian clicked his tongue, eyeing the manager's outfit, estimating the cost, and gave a wry smile: "This time out on emergency, the unit will reimburse lodging, but I don't know what standard they'll use. A five‑star hotel—I can't afford that."

The Provincial Hospital emergency doctor glanced at him and snapped: "Look at you being stingy—you came all this way to help, find a place to nap, and still want to charge us? Nonsense!"