top student at medical school

Chapter 631 Crimson Medal!
After Fang Ziye's intervention, the patient's condition is no longer as critical as before, and he has initially escaped danger!
However, some complex surgical procedures are still needed to completely eliminate the risk.

Liu Guo seemed to come alive again, and asked, "Professor Lin, should we perform a wedge resection now or separate the internal blood vessels first?"

Liu Guo has adjusted her mindset well. The most important thing right now is to solve the problem, rather than dwelling on shock or anxiety.

Do what needs to be done first; idle chatter is meaningless and a waste of time.

……

"Let Xiao Nie come over here. This blood vessel is too thin; the sheath can't go through." Fang Ziye had just stepped into Professor Bi Weiqing's neurosurgery operating room when he heard Professor Bi Weiqing instruct the circulating nurse in this way.

His tone was anxious, "If Professor Li Yongjun could come, that would be great too."

"Professor Bi, I just called Dr. Nie in operating room 4. He's on the operating table and can't get down." The circulating nurse's voice was crisp and decisive, her speech quick and without a trace of hesitation.
"It will take at least half an hour before he can get off the stage; he has suffered damage to his lower abdomen."

"I can't get away."

The circulating nurse's tone was also very serious, and she did not weaken or compromise because Bi Weiqing was a professor.

If you can't come, you can't come.

Even if someone were to die, they wouldn't be able to come.

Without a doubt, Professor Bi Weiqing is the head of the neurosurgery group and a top expert who replaced Professor Zheng Dahai. He was transferred from Huashan Hospital and is extremely capable!
It can be said that they stood at the very pinnacle of China.

However, each profession has its own expertise. Although neurosurgeons also perform angiography, it is still not an easy task to accurately pass a catheter through some delicate areas or areas with poor vascular routing. The difficulty is no less than finding a narrow channel in a vast ocean, allowing no room for the slightest deviation.

"Who is it?" Professor Bi Weiqing looked up when he heard the operating room door being stepped on.

"Professor Bi, it's me! ~ Fang Ziye." Fang Ziye had already walked quickly to the operating table and began to change his gloves in an orderly manner.

The "snap snap" of the rubber gloves made a sound like the crisp crack of whips!

The crisp sound, like flesh tearing apart, was particularly jarring in the quiet operating room!
"Xiao Fang, you've come at the right time. It seems you can also work with catheters," Professor Bi Weiqing said as soon as he saw Fang Ziye.

He didn't choose to find Fang Ziye because Fang Ziye wasn't there; if Fang Ziye were there, he would have been his preferred choice.

Now Fang Ziye has even come to our door on his own initiative.

Lan Tianluo did not choose to go on stage this time, but stood silently to the side. He understood that neurosurgery was too far removed from his life.

This patient has intracranial hemorrhage, and it is necessary to use a catheter under angiography monitoring to precisely stop the bleeding.

This procedure requires extremely precise hemostasis techniques!
However, it is also not advisable to directly block the major arteries of the brain, as the consequences could be disastrous if the procedure is performed incorrectly.

He knew his place perfectly well; he didn't need to go on stage, he just needed to stand below, carefully watching Fang Ziye's actions, quietly learning...

Staying organized even when busy means you can learn anytime.

Learn everything, learn from your senior...

It's not just about Fang Ziye's operational skills, but also his interpersonal skills, how he should interact with others in his current position, and the transformation of his mindset and temperament...

The kind, respectful, and polite senior brother Fang Ziye is gradually fading away.

Fang Ziye quickly came to Professor Bi Weiqing's side and then took the end of the catheter from his hand.

He didn't rush to operate it, but first felt the texture of the catheter!

Feel is a very important thing.

Fang Ziye's fingers gently slid along the catheter, as if sensing its pulse—

Fang Ziye only gently pulled and stretched a few times before quickly finding the distal end of the catheter. A few seconds later!

Fang Ziye rotated it slightly a few more times, and the catheter became flexible and obedient.

"Professor Bi, where are we going?" Fang Ziye didn't waste a single word.

Fang Ziye only does things.

“From here, keep going forward along this blood vessel, the bleeding point is roughly around this location.”

"Professor Fang, you just need to send the catheter here...?"

Professor Bi Weiqing seemed to have awakened the ability to make his words come true!

He just finished speaking!

Then they saw the distal end of the catheter stop precisely where his finger was positioned!

Fang Ziye's operations have stopped!

Professor Bi Weiqing stopped speaking.

The breathing of the others stopped.

Almost everyone began to question the meaning of life.

Is Bi Weiqing acting to avoid being lazy?

Why would he pretend he doesn't know how to do something so simple?

But soon, everyone dismissed this absurd idea...

Professor Bi Weiqing's eyebrows furrowed, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable. His eyes were filled with utter shock!
Bi Weiqing shouldn't have been stunned, but he had failed many times, while Fang Ziye achieved his goal on the first try, causing his sudden sensory malfunction to become rigid in a short period of time.

"Professor Bi, is this alright?" Fang Ziye asked proactively before seeing Bi Weiqing take over his seat.

"What's said is true!"

Bi Weiqing's chest heaved slightly. He took a deep breath and his voice became urgent again: "This is it. Thank you for your hard work, Professor Fang!"

He obtained Fang Ziye's catheter and quickly withdrew the guidewire:

"Professor Fang! Thank you."

As Fang Ziye backed away, his gaze gradually softened. He glanced at Professor Bi Weiqing and, seeing the professor's satisfied expression, a faint smile appeared on his own face.

The other party treated him politely, and even if he was very busy, Fang Ziye couldn't be aloof for no reason.
"I'm just here to lend a hand; Professor Bi, you're the one who's really going through the trouble!"

"I go first."

As Fang Ziye left, he turned around without hesitation, and he and Lan Tianluo left the operating room together.

He understood that he was merely an assistant, and that Professor Bi Weiqing was the one who truly took responsibility for the emergency surgery.

By changing my role, I've become a 'high-level errand boy'!

They specifically target low-level henchmen like Ox-Head and Horse-Face from the King of Hell's palace, because the King of Hell himself won't come to claim lives!
……

"What is the origin of this prescription? How come he is so proficient in angiography? Does anyone know?" After Professor Bi Weiqing took over the operating table again, he was calm and composed.

However, his tone remained doubtful and puzzled.

He hadn't been at the sanatorium for long, and Fang Ziye hadn't been there for most of April, so Bi Weiqing didn't know much about Fang Ziye.

Associate Professor Tang Xin replied with a smile, "Professor Fang is from Zhongnan Hospital, specializing in trauma surgery within the orthopedics department. The others are all a bit unreasonable."

Fang Ziye's abilities have exceeded common sense.

"Actually, Professor Fang is quite easy to get along with," another person added.

“When Professor Zheng was still here, we didn’t handle emergency cases here, so we didn’t know that Professor Fang was also good at this.”

"If Dr. Nie Mingxian and Professor Li Yongjun hadn't both said he was good at it, we would never have had the chance to discover it."

"However, I heard that Professor Fang led the team that started the separation anesthesia in the anesthesiology department," Tang Xin added again.

Before Professor Bi Weiqing could respond after Tang Xin finished speaking, a professor who was administering anesthesia to the patient listened. He stood up in shock, an expression of disbelief on his face, and asked:
"Huh? Motor-sensory separation anesthesia, he led the team that did that?"

He immediately ran out the door and glanced back, but Fang Ziye had already disappeared, and he couldn't find him in the corridor of the operating room either.

Her tone was slightly reproachful as she turned around: "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would have kept him here."

Tang Xin shut his mouth and did not answer!

You want to keep him here now? Do you believe someone could beat you up and put you on stage?
Of course, Tang Xin also knew that this was not the time for gossip and Q&A; Professor Bi Weiqing had already begun the process of vascular occlusion and hemostasis...

If such patients were sent to the neurosurgery department of a prefecture-level city hospital, the outcome would only be another death. Even when they were sent to a sanatorium, Professor Bi Weiqing was almost helpless.

This is not due to a problem with Professor Bi Weiqing's technique, but rather because the patient's intracranial blood vessels were so convoluted and complex, like a maze, that even the most experienced doctors would find it difficult to pinpoint the bleeding point precisely.

If the skill and timing are off by even an inch, the final result could be completely different.

Every oversight in the details can lead to irreversible consequences.

Given the current situation, even though Fang Ziye has already fed the baby, not everyone can 'eat' it.

……

after an hour.

"So tired! ~ Holy crap."

When Fang Ziye came out of the eighth operating room, he was already feeling obviously exhausted. He started to breathe heavily, hoping to release all the fatigue and pressure inside his body.

"Tianluo, what time is it now?" Fang Ziye stood against the wall, his eyes roaming over Lan Tianluo, who was also leaning against the wall.

“At 3:43, we’ve only been in the operating room for 48 minutes and 49 seconds.” Lan Tianluo immediately gave a precise reply. He was very sensitive to numbers and didn’t need to do any special calculations.

The two arrived at the operating room door at 2:49.

However, entering the operating room and entering the operating room are two different things.

"Only forty-odd minutes have passed? It feels like three hours have gone by!" Fang Ziye said in disbelief.

"Is it because I'm not strong enough?" He expanded his chest, trying to stay awake.

Lan Tianluo carefully examined Fang Ziye. He saw that Fang Ziye's current state was such that almost no part of his body was clean.

Fang Ziye's mask, cap, and surgical gown were all stained with blood, as if they had been soaked in plasma, and the blood had dried into solidified clots...

His sterile surgical gown was now stained with blood in clumps, especially from the operating room where the situation had been so intense that arterial blood had gushed out twice, splashing directly onto Fang Ziye.

His shoulders, chest, the hem of his sterile surgical gown, and his neck were all covered in scabs of blood, which looked rather shocking under the incandescent lights of the corridor.

However, Lan Tianluo was not afraid.

Fang Ziye was not a general who had just returned from the battlefield, his body stained with blood from fighting among the crowd, hence the blood-stained battle robe!
Every drop of blood on Fang Ziye's body is a medal of life...

"Senior brother, you've been rushing all this time!" Lan Tianluo said softly.

"Once you enter the operating room, you're either getting dressed or performing surgical procedures, which is extremely physically and mentally taxing."

"Are you alright, senior brother?"

"Of the ten operating rooms, you didn't intervene in the operating rooms of Brothers Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian. The patient in the seventh operating room has already been pronounced dead." Lan Tianlu recalled Fang Ziye's actions as if they were his own treasures.

"You participated in the rescues in the other eight operating rooms."

"Oh, no, when you entered operating room number eight, you also assisted with a surgery at the entrance of the corridor. It was a femoral sheath rupture surgery performed by Associate Chief Physician Pan Benfa of the Spinal Surgery Department." Lan Tianluo carefully recalled every detail.

"Come on, let's take a shower first!" Fang Ziye patted Lan Tianluo on the shoulder: "The surgery in the operating room can probably continue for a while. I estimate that there are probably several hundred people injured this time, and more than eighty of them are seriously injured!"

Fang Ziye lowered his voice.

Water and fire are merciless, and Fang Ziye cannot change the final outcome. All he can do is try his best to save more lives within his capabilities.

In fact, Lan Tianluo's situation was not much better than Fang Ziye's; he just didn't operate around like Fang Ziye did!

But Fang Ziye still led him around, took him on stage, and did what he could.

The shower room in the operating room was filled with water vapor and steam.

"Tianluo, help me pull it off! It's stuck to my skin." Fang Ziye said, struggling to pull off the scrubs that were stuck to his body, only to find that they were tightly stuck to his skin by blood and sweat.

Blood becomes very sticky after it clots, especially after it dries.

During the tearing process, the body hairs were definitely broken off.

He frowned, enduring the tearing pain.

It's not that Fang Ziye is afraid of pain or can't stand it.

Rather, anyone would feel disgust and aversion to pain, and Fang Ziye is also a human being.

"Senior brother, that's enough!" Lan Tianluo exerted a little force without any hesitation.

Fang Ziye remained expressionless and quickly wiped himself clean.

No matter how clean a patient's blood is, it is still filth to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye, whose emergency surgery was almost on track, needed to take care of his personal hygiene...

The two quickly rinsed themselves off, washing away the sticky sweat and blood, and then put on clean green scrubs again.

Fang Ziye was just about to go back to the operating room to check if there was anything he could help with and to fill in any gaps when his phone rang again.

He took out his phone and saw that it was Professor Li Yongjun calling.

He knew that Professor Li Yongjun must know that he had arrived at the sanatorium.

"Tianluo, wait a minute!" Fang Ziye called out to Lan Tianluo and then answered the phone.

“Professor Li,” Fang Ziye said calmly.

"Fang Ziye, after you finish this surgery, immediately come out of the operating room and go to the lobby of the sanatorium's surgical clinic to join Emergency Team 3!" Professor Li Yongjun's voice was crisp and efficient!
He was giving orders, not consulting with Fang Ziye.

"The capable should do more." "Professor Li, I've already stepped down," Fang Ziye reported truthfully.

“Then we’ll go right away.” Professor Li Yongjun’s tone softened slightly. “Emergency team, group 3! Once you get there, you’ll join the team immediately.”

"I've already arranged everything else."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without giving Fang Ziye any chance to ask questions.

Knowing that there were many people and it was noisy outside, Fang Ziye was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear clearly, so he turned on the speakerphone so that Lan Tianlu could also hear Professor Li Yongjun's instructions.

Upon hearing Professor Li Yongjun's instructions, Lan Tianluo immediately showed a slightly excited expression: "Group 3, that's the emergency team where I am."

It's not gloating, but finding joy in hardship.

This sudden incident was so unexpected that even someone with clinical experience like Luo Tingzhu was caught off guard!

Even those who are purely research staff, as long as they have some medical background, will come to help.

In urgent situations, expediency is necessary. These individuals are at least more professional than ordinary volunteers, and they wouldn't be too bad as doctors, though they might not reach the level of top professors.

Fang Ziye said, "Let's go find Tingzhu."

"Did you bring any food, Tianluo?" Fang Ziye asked. He suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten in a long time, and he felt an emptiness in his stomach, as if it were stuck to his back.

He thought that once he got to Enshi and had dinner, he wouldn't have to worry about anything else. But now, he was starving and desperately wanted to eat a biscuit or drink a can of cola to stimulate his taste buds.

"Senior brother, are you about to have low blood sugar? You don't look very well."

"I don't have anything either," Lan Tianluo shook his head.

"It shouldn't be low blood sugar!" Fang Ziye left first.

When Fang Ziye and Lan Tianlu came out of the operating room, they saw a nurse walking in from outside, stuffing betel nuts into her mouth.

Lan Tianluo walked around him, but Fang Ziye faced the newcomer head-on: "Brother, is this sweet? Can I have one?"

The man looked at Fang Ziye for a few seconds. He didn't recognize Fang Ziye wearing a mask. After hesitating for a moment, he still handed over the bag.

"Take two more," he said.

Fang Ziye said, "Two will be enough, thank you!"

He took the bag, took out two betel nuts, put one into his pocket, and popped the other into his mouth!

He didn't care about anything else anymore; cleanliness didn't matter anymore!

Even if eating just one of them could cause cancer, he would accept it.

Traveling through the night, running around the operating room, performing one surgery after another, only doing emergency procedures, all of this took a huge toll on his mental and physical strength.

Nine surgeries don't mean eating nine steamed buns or going into nine operating rooms.

It was also nine brainstorming sessions.

Nine times in one hour.

"Do you want it?" Fang Ziye asked Lan Tianluo.

Lan Tianlu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Fang Ziye had no choice but to take the betel nuts that he had stuffed into his pants and give them to him!

If Lan Tianluo isn't hungry, then there's something wrong with him. He's hungry himself.

After Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo walked out of the operating room, they finally saw some encouraging signs. There were fewer and fewer patients outside, and it was no longer as chaotic as when they first arrived. It seemed that everything was slowly returning to order.

The surgical clinic office at the sanatorium has been temporarily converted into an emergency room. There are only five patients inside.

Two of them are receiving emergency treatment.

After Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo entered the room, they headed directly towards Luo Tingzhu's location.

At this moment, Luo Tingzhu was standing solemnly beside a patient, holding a scalpel in her right hand and calmly performing a debridement procedure.

Her movements were earnest and focused, as if she had forgotten everything around her. The wound she was cleaning was located on the front of the patient's thigh.

Moreover, Fang Ziye noticed that Luo Tingzhu also looked extremely disheveled at this moment.

She was wearing an ordinary white coat, but she wasn't wearing a surgical cap. Her hair was matted with blood clots, and there were traces of blood on her neck.

Her white lab coat was both new and old, the white texture and the blood-red streaks clearly visible...

Fang Ziye's mouth was filled with betel nut, so he couldn't smell the blood in the air. However, the scent of the shower gel that Luo Tingzhu was used to had already entered Fang Ziye's nostrils. That familiar scent made him feel a sense of relief, but also a pang of heartache.

"Slice the right side thinner, try to leave more volume in the vastus lateralis muscle. Your knife is very steady, don't hesitate..." Fang Ziye said softly, standing behind Luo Tingzhu.

Upon hearing Fang Ziye's voice, Luo Tingzhu paused slightly, turning her head gently with a glint of light in her eyes.

In that brief moment, she felt a mix of emotions—grievance, gratitude, and joy—but she quickly suppressed them.

She quickly turned her head away, continuing to focus her attention on the front of the patient's thigh, meticulously performing the debridement.

Luo Tingzhu's debridement technique is also very sophisticated. After several years of practice, her debridement technique has improved from level 3 to level 4. Although she does not practice surgery, it does not mean that she has lost all her basic skills. At critical moments, she can still exert her strength.

……

Ten minutes later, Luo Tingzhu completed the wound cleaning and hemostasis, her movements smooth and efficient.

However, she did not perform sutures because this was only a temporary emergency treatment. Therefore, after the emergency treatment was completed, the patient would be taken to the operating room, where other doctors would carry out the subsequent procedures.

She knew she had many more patients to care for, and she didn't have time to waste here.

Using anesthesiologists as surgeons is a waste, especially in an emergency like this.

"Professor Zuo, I need to wash my face!" After finishing her work, Luo Tingzhu didn't immediately look at Fang Ziye or the person who came to find her. Instead, she reported her situation to Professor Zuo first.

Women dress up for those who appreciate them, but Luo Tingzhu was not spoiled. Before Fang Ziye arrived, she could disregard her image.

But now, she wanted to tidy herself up so she wouldn't look too disheveled. She wanted Fang Ziye to still see her as that elegant and confident girl...

Professor Zuo Ye, the head of the Department of Internal Medicine and Respiratory Medicine, looked at Luo Tingzhu's whole body and nodded slightly, saying, "Go and rest for a while, Dr. Luo."

He noticed Luo Tingzhu's exhaustion and dishevelment, and out of respect for Fang Ziye, he had no choice but to let Luo Tingzhu go and rest first.

"I'll be right back, Professor Zuo." Luo Tingzhu hurriedly ran off.

Fang Ziye smiled.

Lan Tianluo shook his head as well: "Senior brother, do girls sometimes just like to be fussy and particular?"

Fang Ziye didn't find Luo Tingzhu disheveled; on the contrary, he felt she possessed a unique beauty.

The scabs on her body were both dirt and a badge of honor.

"Guess why I need to take a shower?" Fang Ziye asked back.

How would a single guy like Lan Tianluo know?
His eyes immediately blurred into slits.

The sirens of ambulances outside could still be heard intermittently...

After arranging for the next patient, Professor Zuo Ye immediately said, "Professor Fang, Professor Li Yongjun called me!"

“They said if you come, I’ll give you this position. I have a bunch of patients over there. I was temporarily transferred here.”

"Emergency team one is on-site, team two is the transport team, and team three is the sanatorium emergency care team, responsible for all sorts of complicated and difficult cases."

"If Professor Li says it's okay, then I'll be going now."

“I have several patients with lung burns over there…” Professor Zuo Ye, who is in the Department of Respiratory Medicine, handed over the patients to Fang Ziye without hesitation when he saw him arrive.

"Me?" Fang Ziye couldn't believe it.

When Li Yongjun said he had already made arrangements, was he referring to this?
"Yes, it's you!"

"Professor Li Yongjun is the head of the emergency resuscitation team, the head of the surgical team, and the deputy commander of the resuscitation efforts. If you have any issues, just report them directly to him."

"He is on the scene now."

"Group 1 on-site, Group 2 on the road, Group 3 in the sanatorium surgical ward!" Professor Zuo Ye repeated the assignment and arrangement.

Zuo Ye finished speaking and left.

In an emergency, all actions must be in accordance with orders!

Li Yongjun said that even if Fang Ziye (a traditional Chinese medicine) didn't work, it had to work!
Li Yongjun should take the blame, but Fang Ziye should do the work!

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye quickly took a headcount. Of the three groups remaining on site, only Zhou Fuyong from the vascular surgery department remained; Nie Mingxian had gone into the operating room!
Li Yongjun was present at the scene, and it is estimated that Professor Tang Meng was in charge of the transfer.

This is how the top-tier vascular surgery resources are allocated in the sanatorium.

Others included Professor Yan Huanan, Associate Chief Physician Han Zhiliang of Hand Surgery, Professor Hu Hongqing of Hepatobiliary Surgery, and Professor Qiao Yongjian of Spinal Surgery.

However, they were currently performing life support and surgical procedures on patients with minor burns.

There are also some people from the Department of Anesthesiology, such as Luo Tingzhu, Professor Tang Jian, and Professor Liu Mingli!

Just as Zuo Ye left, Professor Tang Jian, whom Fang Ziye knew, came over: "Team Leader Fang, you've arrived just in time. Professor Li mentioned earlier that you would be the team leader of our third group."

"We have treated 54 people so far, with 11 deaths, 13 seriously injured, 19 in critical condition, and 11 with minor injuries."

"Of the five people here, two have minor burns, one has a severe injury to the front of his thigh, one has an injury to the lower left abdomen, and one has a ruptured spleen."

"Professor Qiao Yongjian has already performed temporary clamping to stop the bleeding in the patient with the ruptured spleen. She will be taken to the operating room for resection shortly!"

"The patient's condition is still too complicated, so we won't handle it on-site," Professor Tang Jian quickly reported.

"Thank you, Professor Tang. You've worked hard."

"I just came out of the operating room. There were ten operating rooms in total. When I came out, except for the patient in operating room 7 who had already lost vital signs, the other patients should have finished their surgeries soon!"

Fang Ziye quickly added, "Where are our relatively mild cases currently located?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Jian quickly glanced at Fang Ziye.

How was the current death toll calculated?
Half of them died at the scene, and the other half died in the operating room. What did Fang Ziye just say?
Other patients might have their surgeries completed quickly?
quick?
End?

Can I interpret that they are all alive?

Will the rate of death toll drop sharply in the subsequent statistics?
Tang Jian could only ponder these questions in his heart, and continued, "Currently, hospitals 1-11 are where we place patients with mild symptoms, and there are doctors on duty there. Hospitals 12-24 are planned to be used as ICUs, transferring patients out while monitoring them as needed."

"Hospitals 25-29 are reserved for critically ill patients. The remaining wards are for previous inpatients and cannot be used to admit any more patients."

"There are also some temporary extra beds, listed in various clinic areas. Some patients with milder, non-traumatic conditions are being treated by the Traditional Chinese Medicine and Internal Medicine departments. They are currently at the entrance of the sanatorium," Tang Jian quickly reported.

Fang Ziye was taken aback: "Professor Tang, does that mean that our Emergency Team 3 is currently responsible for all surgical emergency care within the sanatorium?"

Fang Ziye's scalp began to tingle.

No, do we really have to go this far?

Just how much did Professor Li Yongjun and Dean Chen Song trust me to entrust me with such a huge task?
Aren't they afraid that their shoulders are too thin and they'll be crushed by this heavy burden?
Tang Jian nodded!
"That's how it is in theory!"

"Professor Fang, please don't feel pressured. We will do our best."

"Our sanatorium's emergency care capabilities are no less than those of any hospital in the province."

"Because most critically ill patients who come here, if they go elsewhere, will either die immediately or die with a delayed death!" Tang Jian replied.

“We have a patient diagnosis registration form here, Professor Fang, would you like to take a look?” Tang Jian said.

"Okay!" Fang Ziye ran off quickly.

Fang Ziye certainly wanted to see it.

Walking up to a computer, Fang Ziye found a densely packed list of patients and fell into deep thought.

After Fang Ziye finished reading, he carefully looked at the floor of the surgical clinic area!

The clinic area was stained with blood and there was no time to clean it up.

Fang Ziye had already spat out the betel nuts, and after the masking effect disappeared, the pungent smell of blood came through.

"Senior brother, senior brother. There are drinks!" Lan Tianluo's voice came from afar.

He was holding a drink in one hand, drinking with one hand and intending to give the other to Fang Ziye with the other.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye quickly turned around.

Before he could even receive the drink Lan Tianluo offered, a series of deep voices came from outside:

"Emergency room! Emergency room!"

“The injured person…” Outside, the sound of a flatbed cart rolling in could be heard; it was a super-strong transfer team composed of doctors, security guards, and logistics staff from the sanatorium.

Fang Ziye turned around to look again.

The people pushing the carts are very strong. When they pass places where it is inconvenient to push the carts, they don't push them, but carry the flatbed carts directly!

Its main feature is its strength.

It's all about saving time.

So, it seems I can't delay others from seizing the time.

"Tianluo, Han Zhiliang, keep up!" Fang Ziye shouted, only calling out to people he was more familiar with.

Lan Tianlu threw both bottles of drinks into the trash can.

(End of this chapter)