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Chapter 632 Individual Invincibility, Individual Powerlessness! ~ (Please Subscribe!)
At the end of June, Enshi was sweltering in heat.

The sweltering air seemed to solidify, making it hard to breathe.

In the early hours of the morning, the incessant, noisy chorus of cicadas pierced my ears.

The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the entire courtyard.

The potted plants stood silently under the dim light, their branches and leaves drooping, as if they too were enduring the boundless heat.

The cobblestone path meanders like a sleeping giant python, the pebbles gleaming with a cold luster in the night, smooth and round.

This is a sanatorium, not an emergency room battlefield. It is designed not for races of time to save lives, but for people to relax and rest.

The ambulance could not reach the surgical area directly.

Even trolleys cannot go directly to the surgical office area.

Patients also need to be carried by hand when being transported.

"Han Zhiliang, over here."

"Lan Tianluo, go over there."

"Luo Tingzhu, you're over there..."

Han Zhiliang is a skilled hand surgeon. Lan Tianluo is his junior apprentice, and Luo Tingzhu is his girlfriend; both are among Fang Ziye's top-tier, easily managed individuals.

The four people each went to their respective positions, while the other professors continued to perform wound cleaning and treatment!
Fang Ziye felt a little relieved at this moment.

As the trolley carrying the patient drew closer, Fang Ziye quickly stepped back.

"This way!" Fang Ziye put on his gloves, his movements swift and powerful.

His gloves were sterile, with a faint talcum powder smell wafting through the air.

"Put everything out in an orderly fashion, thank you everyone!"

After speaking to the transport personnel, Fang Ziye turned his gaze to Lan Tianluo. "Tianluo, you go with Dr. Han to see the third one!"

"Professor Yan Huanan, you will be in charge of the second one."

"I'll be in charge of the first one."

Professors Zhou Fuyong and Hu Hongqing are still busy, so we shouldn't disturb them...

However, the three newly arrived critically ill patients had to be treated separately.

Time is of the essence, and there is no room for hesitation.

Fang Ziye went straight to the first patient.

They endured the stench of blood mixed with disinfectant that filled the air.

"Which teacher is accompanying you on the bus?" Fang Ziye asked as he began his visual examination.

The patient had a prominent label attached to him.

There was no green, no yellow, no black. Only a glaring red, shockingly bright like fresh blood.

This is the sign for emergency medical services classification.

Red represents a critical condition.

Green: Mild condition, no immediate treatment required. Yellow: Moderate condition, requires immediate medical attention. Black: Patient has passed away, resuscitation should be discontinued.

The red label stood out starkly in the night.

After abandoning the red label, Fang Ziye's eyes scanned the patient's entire body like a sophisticated instrument, his brows furrowed and his gaze sharp.

The nursing team was in place, cooperating with Fang Ziye's actions.

The electrocardiogram monitor beeped, and an oxygen mask covered the patient's mouth and nose, providing him with the most basic life support.

This is the most basic life support, and it is crucial in emergency resuscitation.

The hospital area must be well-managed.

It can be performed directly without a doctor's prescription.

"Which teacher was in the car?" Fang Ziye asked again, thinking no one had heard him.

The ambulance service has accompanying doctors, who are also professionals. They have experienced various emergency situations and possess extensive expertise.

They should know the patient's condition best; asking them directly would save time.

In emergency care, every second is crucial.

"The doctor who accompanied the transport vehicle has gone back," the security guard replied.

He lowered his head, not daring to look Fang Ziye in the eye.

Fang Ziye's gaze froze instantly.

"You went back?" His eyes were sharp as knives, as if they could see through everything.

“Yes!” the security guard nodded.

"Didn't you say anything?" Fang Ziye pressed further.

“Yes!” the security guard repeated.

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!" Fang Ziye cursed inwardly.

His brows were furrowed, and his whole face looked ugly.

The doctors accompanying 120 ambulances are highly professional.

They absolutely dared not slack off in the slightest.

In principle, one should not leave before the patient has been delivered and handed over.

This is professional ethics, and also a responsibility to life.

unless?

Unless the situation is extremely unusual! Very special.

The situation on the ground far exceeded expectations.

120 doctors must be like assembly line workers, constantly busy with patient transfers.

Only one person can transfer in one vehicle...

Therefore, only the axle can rotate.

The ambulance doctor accompanying the patient would not dare to make this decision.

"They really didn't say anything!" the security guard repeated.

He knows Fang Ziye and knows that Fang Ziye is skilled, but can you please not look at me like that?

If I told the doctor something, would I dare not tell you?

Fang Ziye was young, but at this moment his expression was serious, his eyes were cold, and he exuded an imposing aura without anger...

"Team Leader Fang, let's see the patient first," Professor Yan Huanan broke the silence.

Fang Ziye was new to the area, so he was surprised, but they had already gone through several waves of similar events.

Already used to it.

"I am a patient with a lower abdominal injury."

"Professor Hu, let's switch roles. I'll come and treat the burns!" Professor Yan Huanan turned to Professor Hu Hongqing and suggested, his voice urgent, as if giving an order.

Professor Yan Huanan is a trauma surgeon. Currently, there is no gastrointestinal surgeon in the sanatorium, so hepatobiliary surgeons can only take on general surgery treatments on their own!

"Here they come!" Hu Hongqing quickly stepped away from treating the burn patient. He jogged over, wiped his forehead, and looked exhausted.

But he started without the slightest hesitation.

No one responded to Fang Ziye anymore, as if he, the "team leader," did not exist.

In emergency care, the patient's life is of paramount importance.

At this moment, the patient is the most important person.

Even your own father has to step aside, unless he's critically ill or seriously ill.

The cicadas' chirping remained incessant.

The sweltering air felt suffocating.

Luo Tingzhu approached, her expression calm, but a hint of panic in her eyes: "Low blood pressure, low blood oxygen saturation!"

Her voice was calm as she quickly reported the patient's vital signs to Fang Ziye.

"Trauma to the right upper limb, right lower limb, and left thigh..."

"Wound cleaning kit! Open the abdomen!" The unprofessional Fang Ziye died.

Fang Ziye quickly interrupted.

"The surface wounds are not important. The upper right abdomen was hit."

Fang Ziye's hands moved quickly across the patient's abdomen: "Blunt injury! Ruptured liver!"

"The possibility of spleen and pancreas rupture cannot be ruled out!"

Professor Hu Hongqing trembled upon hearing this. As he stepped away from Professor Yan Huanan, his face turned pale.

He knew the danger of a ruptured liver—

"Professor Fang, shall we try another one?" Hu Hongqing asked hesitantly.

Fang Ziye's momentary daze made him feel a little guilty, but it was Professor Li Yongjun's order to appoint Fang Ziye as the group leader.

"No need!" Fang Ziye refused, his gaze sharp and his tone decisive.

"Professor Hu, please take care of that one first. I'll start the laparotomy!"

"Okay!" Hu Hongqing didn't have time to hesitate.

A nurse approached; his protective gown was stained with blood.
"Professor Fang, the wound cleaning kit has arrived, it was just delivered." His voice was a little hurried, and she quickly handed the wound cleaning kit to Fang Ziye.

"They're all new."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard.

What does the other party's emphasis on "new" mean? It means they used the old version before.

The sanatorium was temporarily converted into an emergency center.

This was a last resort due to a lack of resources.

There isn't even enough of the most basic rescue supplies.

But now is not the time to be conflicted!
Fang Ziye's eyes were sharp as an eagle's; he scanned the patient's entire body, searching for possible bleeding points.

The nurse tears open the wound cleaning kit!
Fang Ziye quickly grabbed two hemostats. His movements were lightning fast, without the slightest hesitation.

He directly clamped the proximal femoral artery and superficial femoral artery of the patient to control the bleeding.

"Dr. Luo, you go about your work!" Fang Ziye said coldly. He didn't offer any further explanation, knowing that Luo Tingzhu needed to focus on her work.

He didn't want to waste time; he had to start the surgery as soon as possible.

Even if she is Luo Tingzhu.

"Open the airway and establish intravenous access!"

"I don't need your help!"

"Prepare for endotracheal intubation!" Fang Ziye decisively issued several orders, giving Luo Tingzhu something to do.

Fang Ziye knew he had delayed the patient's time, and now he was determined to make up for it.

Luo Tingzhu wanted to help, but Fang Ziye's words made her turn around.

"Should we have a continuous infusion at the thyroid gland?" a nurse suggested in a low voice.

"No need!" Luo Tingzhu refused decisively, her voice firm and without the slightest hesitation.

"Maintaining blood pressure during shock can reduce bleeding."

High blood pressure can worsen bleeding.

"Prepare colloid rehydration solution, prepare glucose-salt water!" Luo Tingzhu said.

"But?" the nurse still had doubts.

"No buts!" Luo Tingzhu refused again.

The nurse immediately carried out the procedure, knowing that Luo Tingzhu was a licensed physician and an anesthesiologist.

Her medical orders must be carried out by the nursing department. In the healthcare system, medical orders take precedence over her...

Some anesthesiologists dare not control blood pressure below the shock threshold, for fear of complications.

If Luo Tingzhu dared, she had to dare too.

At this moment, there is no need to show off or hide your shortcomings; just do your best.

Fang Ziye continued working, quickly applying povidone-iodine gauze to the patient's abdomen before discarding it.

He knew the importance of disinfection; he knew he needed to avoid infection.

But this was the only way he could race against time!
He sliced ​​open the skin of his abdomen with clean, swift movements, without the slightest hesitation.

A frog-like abdomen, clearly visible, is a typical sign of massive intra-abdominal bleeding.

After the abdomen was ruptured, blood began to leak out.

Before the "instrument nurse" next to Fang Ziye could react, Fang Ziye had already opened up the abdominal wall.

"My negative pressure suction device isn't connected yet!" the nurse said nervously.

His voice trembled and he felt a pang of self-reproach; he instinctively felt he had held the team back.

This is not an operating room; we lack the necessary equipment.

Insufficient equipment.

But he must find it as soon as possible.

He has to go and search to find it!

"Pinky promise!" Fang Ziye commanded, his voice calm, ignoring the nurse's panic.

In reality, it wasn't that the nurses weren't quick enough, but rather that Fang Ziye, who was already in full swing, didn't give him time to react.

"I need to temporarily cut off the blood supply to the liver artery!"

“We need to perform surgery even without using a vacuum aspirator.” Fang Ziye’s gaze was fixed on the liver, the source of the bleeding.

A blunt, semi-thick layer contusion is particularly striking; this is a typical sign of a ruptured liver.

The male nurse was stunned, but he quickly realized that he had worked in a military hospital and had seen many big scenes.

He wasn't initially shocked or incredulous, but what he saw next sent chills down his spine—

Fang Ziye reached his left hand into the pool of blood, like a seasoned hunter searching for prey in a bloody battlefield.

He took it as easily as picking something out of a bag!
He opened the peritoneum!
He opened the intestines.

Oil exposure!

He directly inserted hemostats into the abdominal cavity to control the bleeding.

"Glug glug!" Even though he had worked in a military hospital, he couldn't immediately tell whether Fang Ziye was killing or saving someone!
In no time at all, Fang Ziye inserted three hemostatic forceps; his speed was unbelievable!
But his technique was so precise that no one appreciated it. Others couldn't see what Fang Ziye was doing.

Fang Ziye wanted to make a fourth move, and his movements didn't falter at all.

"Here you go!" Song Deqiang freed one hand and handed over the hemostat.

With the other hand, you must use a retractor to maintain the surgical field of vision.

"Thank you!" Fang Ziye took the hemostat and inserted it precisely into the abdominal cavity, wasting no time.

Operation complete!
He took the pinky promise from Song Deqiang and gave the instructions:

"Go connect the negative pressure suction device. If the bleeding stops, transfer the patient to the operating room immediately!"

"Is the bleeding stopped?"

As Fang Ziye spoke, Luo Tingzhu's tracheal intubation was just one step away from completion; she had to finish securing it.

She suppressed her shock and didn't turn her head!

But Fang Ziye's words reached her ears, and she couldn't escape them.

This is her boyfriend, her future husband, but her unintentional competitive spirit still stirred something within her.

Fang Ziye did not answer, and Luo Tingzhu did not press for an answer.

I can't get distracted; I must do my job well!

Ignore him, ignore him!
Luo Tingzhu suppressed her inner turmoil: Continue intubation!

But he would still steal glances at Fang Ziye. Fang Ziye had really stopped operating and was just waiting for the result.

Fang Ziye's operation was very fast, even faster than when I inserted the tube myself. Therefore, Fang Ziye is much better than me...

"Intravenous access established!" a nurse reported.

"Should I get an IV drip?" another nurse asked Luo Tingzhu, needing clear instructions.

"Loss!" Luo Tingzhu replied quickly. At the same time, she remained vigilant, ensuring everything was clear and free of distractions!
Fang Ziye watched Luo Tingzhu operate!
Fang Ziye's breathing began to become steady!
He knew that Luo Tingzhu had done her best and had done a very good job.

He noticed Luo Tingzhu's nervousness, but he didn't mean to mock her. He knew that everyone was growing and had to grow!
Otherwise, you might as well go home and sleep to avoid causing trouble.

Luo Tingzhu, too, must grow up.

He cannot tolerate anyone failing in emergency care!

Even if Luo Tingzhu isn't capable, she still has to go back!

One minute later, the negative pressure suction device was finally connected. The nurses worked quickly, trying their best not to waste a single second.

Song Deqiang approached again and inserted the suction device into the abdominal cavity.

Blood pressure is dropping rapidly!
The bleeding has stopped effectively!

This was a relief to everyone.

But how do you stop the bleeding?
The hemostat was placed behind the peritoneum, and the abdomen was not fully opened.

Song Deqiang still doesn't understand the fundamental principle behind it.

"Send him to the operating room!" Fang Ziye ordered.

"Tell the hepatobiliary surgeon to handle this immediately!"

"Thank you for your hard work, brother!" Fang Ziye's tone softened. He knew that Luo Tingzhu had put in a lot of effort, and he also knew that this brother had contributed a lot.

"I haven't finished intubating yet!" Luo Tingzhu was still securing the endotracheal tube when she hurriedly replied.

Fang Ziye inserted a sterile cotton pad into the patient's abdomen.

He released the hook.

Without hesitation, he replied, "Then we'll deliver it after the intubation is complete!"

"It won't make a difference if it's just a little while longer."

The patient must wait until their vital signs stabilize before they can be transferred.

Any action that fails to save a life is ineffective, no matter how well it is executed.

"Tell the people inside: spleen ruptured, liver ruptured, right renal artery ruptured! Treat it immediately!" He had to inform the operating room doctors of all the patient's conditions.

“I heard that…” Song Deqiang nodded.

Fang Ziye had already turned and walked away!

It's as if they only care about what they say, regardless of whether you listen or not!

He went to Lan Tianluo, Han Zhiliang's patient.

He had to go and support them; time was of the essence, and there could be no delays.

The reason for choosing to support Han Zhiliang and Lan Tianluo is that Hu Hongqing is a full professor and has stronger emergency response capabilities!
Fang Ziye's help shouldn't be needed in the short term.

Fang Ziye must focus his energy on the people who need him most.

The emergency surgical resuscitation team is the first line of defense; they must ensure that patients can enter the operating room and receive further treatment.

Save lives first! That's the top priority.

“Pelvic hematoma!” Lan Tianluo’s voice was trembling with fear, as if he were crying.

When Fang Ziye was the chief resident, Lan Tianluo performed surgery for pelvic hematoma. At that time, Lan Tianluo felt it was not difficult and that as long as he worked steadily, he could get good results.

But when he actually faced it, he realized how naive his initial thoughts had been.

Today, as a free man facing active hematoma alongside Han Zhiliang, he realized just how cruel that sentence in the textbook truly was.

He deeply understood the meaning behind those words—

"Pelvic hematoma has a high mortality rate."

This statistical result was obtained at the cost of lives. The cold statement, like a hammer, struck Lan Tianluo's heart hard.

"Don't worry!" Fang Ziye reassured calmly.

"The handling principles are still effective!"

"For hematomas after endovascular treatment and simple pelvic hematomas, we can treat the former first, focusing on the arteries." Fang Ziye gave a brief explanation, hoping to help Lan Tianluo grow through this opportunity.

Han Zhiliang dared not speak!
My mind was in turmoil.

Not in a hurry?
How could you not be in a hurry?
Not in a hurry? Can we still call it an emergency?
His mind was filled with questions, and he felt that Fang Ziye's statement had some flaws.

What the hell am I thinking?
Why was Fang Ziye so calm?

Han Zhiliang gritted his teeth but couldn't reverse his wavering mind.

"No diagnosis, no test results!" Lan Tianluo's voice was still trembling; he seemed somewhat helpless.

Without checking, he didn't know where to begin.

Fang Ziye remained silent; he did not refute.
They didn't say anything like, "If you don't get checked, you can't be saved."

There's no point in arguing right now. Lan Tianluo is just Lan Tianluo; he's only a second-year graduate student, about to enter his third year, and he hasn't been involved in medicine for very long!

You can't judge Lan Tianluo by your own standards; among his peers, Lan Tianluo is already almost unbeatable.

Not everyone has a control panel!

Even top professors perform this kind of surgery.

Opening up a hematoma without proper examination is just asking for trouble.

Even if someone has a solid foundation in medical knowledge, they will prioritize simple methods that provide a clear diagnosis.

The bleeding point is unclear, and there is a hematoma in the pelvis, making direct exploration impossible.

The situation is extremely complex and allows no room for error.

Fang Ziye could only rely on vascular surgery theory and solid basic skills.

He deduced, calculated, and searched for the optimal solution; he wanted to find the most effective solution in the shortest amount of time.

The lateral iliac artery, the femoral artery, the medial iliac artery, and many branches of the medial iliac artery...

These blood vessels are as complex as a maze; the slightest carelessness can cause even greater bleeding.

Fang Ziye cautiously probed, which was also a form of teaching, but there was no time to explain. Lan Tianluo had to figure it out on his own.

He could only teach Lan Tianlu a lesson through his actions.

Fang Ziye abandoned the physical examination technique and focused on probing instead!

This is the "speculative method," which involves speculating on the more damaged arteries, clamping them first, and then looking for finer branches.

Fang Ziye kept opening and closing the hemostat, his gaze never wavering as he observed every subtle change.

He was like a seasoned hunter, searching for his prey in the darkness.

After repeating the process more than ten times, he finally found some clues that he had obtained.

“Your math is better than mine,” Fang Ziye asked Lan Tianluo, hoping that Lan Tianluo could gain some inspiration from his own experience.

"You should be able to deduce something from these parameters, right?"

"There are only two possibilities: the bleeding can be stopped, or the bleeding cannot be stopped!"

"A quadratic term?" Lan Tianluo's answer was concise; he understood Fang Ziye's operation in his own way.

“Yes!” Fang Ziye nodded.

"No? What are you doing?" Han Zhiliang couldn't help but ask.

Neither Fang Ziye nor Lan Tianluo spoke.

Fang Ziye can determine the bleeding point by examining the course of blood vessels and conducting a physical examination.

Lan Tianluo can be dissected to analyze the possibility of bleeding, and the probability can be calculated using a binomial distribution!

They were brainstorming in their own ways.

They detected every subtle change: the appearance of bleeding points, the increase in bleeding, and the reduction in bleeding after clamping.

Lan Tianluo has his own methods; he must overcome this obstacle.

Everyone needs to find their own path in order to continue to grow.

Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo completed the handover of their positions.

Ten seconds later.

"Senior brother, there's no active retroperitoneal hematoma?" Lan Tianluo asked confidently, finally finding a diagnosis.

“You come!” Fang Ziye replied. He trusted Lan Tianluo’s judgment and believed he could solve the problem.

Don’t be suspicious when you employ people, don’t use people when you are suspicious!
Han Zhiliang's heart was pounding. He couldn't understand what was happening, and he wanted to slap Fang Ziye to death!
Why should Lan Tianluo be sent?

How old is he?

He felt that Fang Ziye's approach was too risky, and he couldn't understand it!
Fang Ziye seemed to understand the murderous glint in his eyes: "I'm not leaving!"

Han Zhiliang also looked at Lan Tianluo.

Lan Tianluo's next move shocked him. It was as if Lan Tianluo had X-ray vision. Under the clamps of the hemostat, the bleeding decreased more and more. He proved himself with his strength.

Lan Tianluo really found the diagnosis, he found the bleeding point!
Fang Ziye has truly completed the teaching!
He taught Lan Tianlu a vivid lesson through his actions.

I'll fuck you two MLGBs!

You guys are teaching here, using sign language. If you weren't Fang Ziye, I would report you until you don't even recognize yourself anymore.

"Damn it!" Han Zhiliang cursed, because he couldn't understand what he was saying or reading...

But Fang Ziye is naturally Fang Ziye, Professor Fang!
Han Zhiliang is only an associate chief physician, not an associate professor yet...

"The bleeding has stopped effectively. Continue to treat the remaining minor bleeding points," Fang Ziye said quickly.

Fang Ziye was unaware of Han Zhiliang's changing mood!

It was an order, not a request or a discussion; Fang Ziye finished speaking and left.

He has already gone to Hu Hongqing's place to help him treat his lower abdominal injury; he must focus his energy on where he is most needed.

"You?" Han Zhiliang asked Lan Tianluo.

Lan Tianlu bent down and began to perform negative pressure suction to draw out the blood. He then visually observed whether his hemostasis technique was effective.

A moment later, he smiled and said to Han Zhiliang, "Brother Han, the massive bleeding has stopped, and there's no retroperitoneal hematoma!"

"Only small arteries are damaged; pack them with gauze."

Lan Tianluo wouldn't explain anything to Han Zhiliang. Some things, you either understand or you don't, and there's no point in explaining if you don't understand.

Han Zhiliang felt ignored, but he could only ignore others' disregard for him!
Minor bleeding can be stopped simply by packing the wound, allowing the patient to be quickly transferred to the operating room.

He's the team leader; he has to make the decision.

"Prepare to take him to the operating room," Han Zhiliang shouted.

……

Hu Hongqing is a professor of hepatobiliary surgery and must have a thorough understanding of basic anatomical structures!

But this patient's injury was in the perineum!

Professor Hu Hongqing had no choice but to grit his teeth and rely on his basic skills; he knew he had to do his best.

“Professor Fang, you’ve arrived…” Hu Hongqing looked up.

Fang Ziye didn't answer; he simply put on his gloves and began 'catching the demon'...

Fang Ziye arrived and quickly stopped the bleeding!

His movements were incredibly fast.

Intestinal damage, bladder damage, mixed feces and urine, foul odor, and possibly peritonitis.

The situation on the scene was terrible.

But that's not important!
As long as I don't die now!

I have a chance to go into the operating room!
The emergency resuscitation was effective and successful!

What they need to do is race against time to give patients a better chance of survival.

Fang Ziye stopped the bleeding decisively and swiftly, using the internal pudendal artery, vesicocele artery, superior mesenteric artery and its branches...

"Professor Hu, that's enough."

"Take the patient to the operating room!" This was not a suggestion, but an order.

"Okay!" Hu Hongqing nodded.

Hu Hongqing is a mature professor. He knows that some things are fine once they are done; there is no need for Fang Ziye to explain them, much less for Fang Ziye to popularize them!

Hu Hongqing didn't need to know how Fang Ziye did it; the result was right there!
That's the point.

"Transfer the patient to the operating room and tell the people in the operating room to handle it as soon as possible. If it can't be handled, send someone to monitor it."

"The anesthesiology department is responsible for vital sign monitoring."

“Others…” Hu Hongqing finished speaking and looked to the side, instantly gasping in shock!
During the rescue, he had to be completely focused, and he had no idea that Fang Ziye had already completed a round in such a short time!
Of the other two patients, one has already been transferred, and the other is only in the process of being transferred.

No?

Were you just admitted three critically ill patients?
Are you kidding?
Of course, it's still the same.

Now is not the time to delve into the principles and why.

In emergencies, results matter!
Moreover, even in non-emergency situations, Hu Hongqing couldn't question Fang Ziye.

All three patients have found a home, and they can finally breathe a sigh of relief for a while.

A nurse checked the time; from the patient's arrival to the end of the rescue, less than nine minutes had passed. She was amazed by Fang Ziye's speed and efficiency.

"The time is now 4:05:23 AM!" the nurse emphasized!
At least she should remember this moment; it recorded Fang Ziye's awesomeness.

Whether Fang Ziye knew this detail or not, she noticed it.

Professor Hu Hongqing's body trembled, and a cracking sound came from the back of his neck!
He stared at Fang Ziye in astonishment, his expression one of utter shock!
Wow! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Fang Ziye was so powerful!
Is this Fang Ziye the same Fang Ziye who panicked at the very beginning of the rescue because there was no doctor accompanying him on the transport?

Fang Ziye managed to get three patients into the operating room all by himself in such a short time!
His fighting prowess is terrifying!
Is this Fang Ziye's personal ability?

If this efficiency and rate could be sustained, and if Fang Ziye could have arrived at the sanatorium earlier, the current death toll in the surgical team would definitely not be in the double digits.

“Professor Fang, I finally understand why Professor Li recommended you so highly!” Professor Hu Hongqing’s expression began to calm down.

The more abnormal Fang Ziye is right now, the more at ease their group can feel.

One prescription can be more powerful than a million soldiers!

Fang Ziye took another look. The other patients who had arrived before Fang Ziye had also finished their emergency treatment and were out of danger.

Burn patients will be transferred to the mild case observation area after treatment, and they don't even need to go to the operating room.

For elective surgeries that don't result in death, all we can do is wait.

The topic now is not treating illness, but saving lives.

"I'll take it as a compliment, Professor Hu," Fang Ziye said with a smile.

The rescue operation is over, and we can rest for a while.

But then, suddenly.

"Beep beep beep beep!" The phone rang!
It's Fang Ziye's phone, but he's not on his person!

The nurse who was near the phone immediately answered it. Professor Fang Zhikuan's voice was urgent: "Team Leader Fang, that patient just now... went into shock!"

"He also has aortic dissection, which we didn't detect!"

"You'd better come over right away!" Fang Zhikuan invited.

"Is it already broken?" Fang Ziye's voice was deep, his joy and calm from just moments before completely gone.

"It's broken! It's broken!" Gu Yi's anxious voice rang out from beside Fang Zhikuan.

"It's broken, Team Leader Fang, you need to come over right away!" Fang Zhikuan said anxiously, with a hint of urging.

"Give up, save the next one." Fang Ziye's voice turned cold as he refused.

"what?"

Professor Fang Zhikuan squeezed out the word as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.

His facial muscles twitched slightly, and his eyelids blinked rapidly a few times, revealing his shock and confusion.

"Team Leader Fang, we've been working on this patient for almost two hours..."

“Give up, move on to the next surgery!” Fang Ziye’s words were like a cold blade, devoid of any warmth, directly severing Professor Fang Zhikuan’s defense.

"Hmph hmph hmph..." A series of rapid breathing sounds came from afar, like heavy footsteps, treading on everyone's hearts, and the air seemed to become tense as a result.

"Fang Zhikuan! I'm telling you to abandon the surgery! Transfer to the next patient!" Fang Ziye's voice rose again.

"I am now the head of the surgical emergency team!"

"Received!" Professor Fang Zhikuan's voice became weak and powerless, like a deflated balloon, his tone filled with frustration and helplessness.

(End of this chapter)