Chapter 29

Wang Chuan heard this, couldn't breathe—he realized it was asphyxiation, extremely dangerous, and immediately told the child to lead the way.

They found the patient wasn't in the Emergency Department but outside, so he urgently ordered a junior nurse to fetch a tracheotomy kit.

Following the child outside, they found a woman in her thirties in a hidden flower bed, her face cyanotic, clawing at her throat, struggling—this was truly asphyxiation.

His finger brushed her, and the tag above her head read: 'Unable to cough, speak, or breathe; cyanotic complexion; upper airway foreign body obstruction.'

'What did your mother eat?'

The child sobbed, 'I didn't want to eat a lollipop, but Mom took it, and I slapped my palm—the stick fell into her mouth. Here's the lollipop stick.'

To Wei Tuo, who stood frozen in shock, 'Quick, tell the nurses there's a patient who needs immediate cricothyroid membrane puncture—have them come out to assist.'

'Wang Chuan, you do it yourself!'

'Yes. Go now.'

While speaking, Wang Chuan had already torn open the tracheotomy kit and had the two other interns help the woman into supine position with her head tilted back.

He felt for the cricothyroid membrane—the space between the cricoid cartilage and the thyroid cartilage.

After local sterilization, he pulled out a size 16 thick needle and thrust it sharply into the tracheal lumen of the cricothyroid membrane; he clearly felt air rush out—the woman finally gasped, huffing, huffing, huffing...

Her complexion improved rapidly; Wang Chuan covered the puncture site with sterile gauze.

At this moment, Lin Rui and the nurse arrived.

'Wang Chuan, you...' Lin Rui nearly fainted—this kid had entered the office, and he'd assumed responsibility for him.

Yet this kid had performed cricothyroid membrane puncture alone—Lin Rui stepped forward, glanced, damn it, he must've just gotten lucky and hit the right spot by chance.

Wang Chuan ordered, 'Quickly attach the jet ventilator to the needle's tail.'

Nurse Chang Min, bewildered, still followed through—it was indeed the correct procedure—but she couldn't understand why an intern, especially one who'd just arrived in Emergency, knew this.

Two minutes later, in the office: 'Wang Chuan, you're incredibly bold—you broke serious regulations, do you know that?'

Lin Rui's square face had turned into a 'trapped' expression—he was being trapped by this kid: 'Why didn't you use the Heimlich Maneuver first? Tell me why you didn't—were you trying to get me in trouble on purpose?'

Wang Chuan wasn't a real intern—he had muscle memory and a Golden Finger, and retorted: 'The flower bed isn't close to our Emergency Room; the child ran here, and if I ran over, time was already critical—if the Heimlich Maneuver failed, the patient would lose her last chance.'

As he spoke, Lin Rui fell silent—Wang Chuan was right—but Lin Rui felt uneasy: what would Director Gao do after the surgery?

The door creaked open—Director Gao Cheng entered, waving his hand: 'Lin Rui, hurry up and suture—those brawlers, have you finished suturing them?'

'Director, about what just happened?' Lin Rui's voice trembled.

'I know. The cricothyroid membrane puncture was performed by intern Wang Chuan under my direct supervision—it has nothing to do with you. Go now.'

Lin Rui, relieved, glanced at Wang Chuan and hurried out of the office.

'Wang Chuan, how do you know cricothyroid membrane puncture? That's not in the Internship Syllabus.'

'Report, Director, during my fourth-year clinical rotation at Jiangda First Affiliated Hospital, Professor Jia taught us. I remembered it, then went to the skills training room and practiced on my own.'

'My palms are sweating right now.'

Gao Cheng laughed: 'Kid, bold and meticulous. Looks like during night shifts, you shouldn't go back to the dorm to read or date—how boring is that?'

'Saving a life gives more satisfaction.'

'Saving one life is better than building a Seven-Tier Pagoda.'

Wang Chuan nodded and said: 'Director, I've washed my hands—I'd like to help suture those brawlers. I noticed there are still many left unsutured.'

'Indeed, over forty people, but most have minor wounds. Go ahead—find Doctor Sun Ke and say I sent you.'

Outside the Debridement Room, a crowd of injured brawlers stood waiting, when the nurse shouted: 'Those done suturing, get out now!'

Wang Chuan suddenly yelled: 'Hurry up and leave—or I'll call the police and report a public security incident. If you want to end up in the Police Station, stay here.'

As he spoke, Wang Chuan pretended to pull out a Nokia mobile phone from his pocket.

A burly man grabbed Wang Chuan's White Coat, yanked off his stethoscope: 'F***, you wanna die? Our boss is still inside!'

Wang Chuan wasn't afraid: 'I'm going in right now to suture your boss. If you want him to die faster, keep holding me and wasting time.'

'Doctor Wang, come in quickly—let go!'

The man saw Nurse Chang Min, who had been fierce moments ago, now treating Wang Chuan with respect—he assumed Wang Chuan was a doctor more skilled than Doctors Sun and Gu inside.

He'd heard rumors: Mingzhou First Hospital had an Emergency Department Attending Physician who was exceptionally skilled—though he didn't know the surname, he knew it wasn't Sun or Gu.

This kid was so confident—he must be him.

Wang Chuan entered the Debridement Room; five operating tables stood inside, three already busy with urgent suturing: 'Doctor Sun Ke, Director Gao sent me to assist with suturing.'

Doctor Sun Ke, in his thirties, didn't look up: 'Oh, two are waiting over there—pick one and suture.'

Lin Rui didn't want too many people to know about the emergency, so he hadn't told Doctors Sun and Gu about Wang Chuan.

Thus, Doctor Sun assumed Wang Chuan was a helper sent from Surgery by Director Gao.

Wang Chuan walked over to a guy with an earring—everything was ready, just waiting for suturing.

Insert needle, withdraw needle, knot tying...

'Doctor Sun, any more suturing needed?'

Doctor Sun Ke had just finished his own suture—he was stunned: how fast? He looked up: 'Damn, you've finished two already?'

Such a young, handsome doctor had already finished.

'What's your surname? I don't recognize you—all the Surgery staff I know.'

Wang Chuan stepped closer to Doctor Sun Ke and whispered: 'Doctor Sun, I'm Wang Chuan, an intern—just started rotation in Emergency today.'

'What!' Doctor Sun Ke couldn't shout 'intern' too loudly—he feared the patients would hear.

He walked over to Wang Chuan's patient, examined closely: 'My god, better than mine. Is this really an intern? I believe it—I believe it, my ass!'

'Doctor Wang, you're really into jokes.'

At this moment, Lin Rui, finished suturing, walked over to Doctor Sun Ke and whispered: 'Doctor Sun, he's really an intern.'

A look of disbelief appeared on Doctor Sun Ke's face—he went to examine the second patient Wang Chuan had finished.

He said: 'All five of you, get out now.'

"Boss, should we head out first?"

Following the gaze of those five people, Wang Chuan jumped in fright; in the corner by the wall of the room sat another person, refined in appearance, yet with ferocity and domination in his eyes.

Is this their boss? There were still three wounds on his arm.