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Chapter 633 Don't even think about going to the King of Hell!
Fang Ziye participated in this surgery.

During the operation, Fang Ziye managed all the bleeding of the patient. He had done his best and had a clear conscience!

If Fang Ziye were still on the stage at that moment, even if the aorta ruptured, the patient might not have died.

But Fang Ziye wasn't on the operating table!

How could Fang Ziye possibly make another trip to the operating room?
Everyone must focus their energy on the more promising patients, because no one can be in two places at once.

"Professor Fang, abandon the surgery and save the next patient!" Fang Ziye's voice was low as he repeated the sentence.

Fang Ziye was also in great pain, so much so that he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force.

Fang Ziye chose to hang up the phone!
Hu Hongqing said, "Professor Fang, you have done your best."

"I just saw the group message: of the ten patients who underwent surgery, only two died!"

Previously it was less than 48 to 12, now it's 10 to 2.

Although the number of cases is relatively small, every single death statistic is cold and cruel.

During the surgery, no matter how invincible Fang Ziye was, he couldn't detect potential diagnoses without any warning signs by hand.

Medicine is not a myth, and doctors are not gods. Even Fang Ziye cannot fully understand all the conditions inside a patient's body. He cannot predict the future or change fate.

Physical examinations can only examine things with direct signs. They have their limitations; they cannot see into the human body and cannot detect diseases hidden deep inside.

Individually invincible, yet also powerless!
Fang Zhikuan felt somewhat aggrieved, as did Fang Ziye, who had almost never witnessed a patient he had rescued die.

But I also know that no one is in a good position to lose their temper right now, including Fang Ziye!
The three newly arrived patients were given emergency treatment and are now awaiting transfer. Their vital signs have temporarily stabilized, but they still require further observation and treatment.

Fang Ziye immediately went to check on the remaining patients.

"Team Leader Fang, both patients have minor burns. We have already performed emergency rinsing and punctured the blisters. The ambulance transport team put them in the wrong place. Where should we put them now?"

When Yan Huanan saw Fang Ziye approaching, he immediately pressed him for answers. His tone was tinged with helplessness, his brows were furrowed, and several deep wrinkles appeared between his brows.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and the tip of his nose, sliding down his cheeks and glistening under the light.

In fact, patients with mild burns should not come to sanatoriums. This is not an emergency room; it is more suitable for rehabilitation and recuperation than for dealing with emergencies.

However, those transporting the patient were likely more concerned about underestimating their condition, so they took the patient's situation into account as much as possible during the transport. In such an emergency, they could only choose the safest method; they would rather over-treat than allow the slightest negligence.

"Do we have any temporary storage space here?" Fang Ziye asked, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

"If there is any, move it over there, prevent infection, administer tetanus, and provide basic life support."

"If not, just call and transfer the patient there!" Fang Ziye had no time to hesitate.

Your position determines the level from which you can think about problems.

Fang Ziye understood this well; he knew he had to consider the overall situation and make the most advantageous decision.

His mind must be like a clear mirror, reflecting the current situation clearly.

When he was assigned to the operating room, Fang Ziye's job was to be responsible for the patients undergoing surgery there.

He must fulfill his responsibilities without the slightest negligence; this is his principle and his duty as a doctor.

Fang Ziye did it! He did his best, and he has a clear conscience.

Of the ten, eight were chosen. Apart from those who were already dead, Fang Ziye believed that the chief surgeon on the stage was capable, so he took action against all of them.

He spared no time or effort.

The rupture of an aortic dissection during Professor Fang Zhikuan's operating room was an unexpected event. Such sudden situations are unpredictable, and even the most experienced doctors cannot completely avoid them.

Why are auxiliary examinations necessary? Because even if Fang Ziye's physical examination skills reach level 6, he still cannot perform X-rays, and cannot identify hidden disease signs through basic physical examinations.

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. Medicine is not a myth, and doctors are not gods. Even the most powerful doctor cannot fully understand all the conditions inside a patient's body.

Physical examination can only examine things that have direct signs.

It has its limitations; it cannot detect diseases hidden deep within.

It's not the fault of the physical examination.

“Then let’s turn back…” Yan Huanan’s voice was low.

"Yes, yes, we need to go to the hospital. Where are we?"

The two burn patients quickly spoke up, their voices trembling and their faces pale.

They were terrified; in fact, on the way here, they had hoped to go to the hospital even more. They knew they shouldn't have been brought here; they needed professional treatment and care.

After arriving, I felt that this place didn't feel like a hospital at all, so I didn't feel safe.

The environment of a sanatorium is different from that of a hospital, which makes patients feel unfamiliar and uneasy.

Yan Huanan did not argue with the patients, but instead smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will be able to go to where you want to go soon."

You don't want to come!
Actually, the nursing home didn't want to take him in either, so isn't this a win-win situation?
At this point, Fang Ziye stopped worrying and immediately went to Professor Tang Jian's side next door, saying, "Professor Tang, you are the deputy group leader. Do you know how many patients our group has treated so far?"

He has no time to waste on meaningless things; he must quickly grasp the overall situation in order to make the right decisions and effectively carry out the next steps.

"We have treated 57 people so far, with 12 deaths, 29 seriously injured, 22 in critical condition, and 11 with minor injuries."

We just admitted three critically ill patients, but after timely treatment, they were no longer classified as critically ill.

Another person died in Professor Fang Zhikuan's operating room; we have to add that one.

Tang Jian memorized every number with remarkable accuracy, adding more as needed. His memory was astonishing; he knew every patient's condition inside and out, like a mobile database.

His fingers swiped rapidly across the phone's memo app, updating data in real time.

When typing, I can't stop deleting and typing, and I can't find a suitable position.

"Where are those patients who arrived without vital signs placed?" Fang Ziye asked in a low voice.

Tang Jian frowned and continued typing, "We don't have a morgue in our compound; they're all located in the administrative area!"

"Team Leader Fang, what are you going to do?" Tang Jian's tone was tinged with worry; he had already guessed Fang Ziye's intentions.

After he finished editing, he copied the memo into the group chat and asked a question.

“I want to go and see!” Fang Ziye said.

"Now is not the time to waste time."

"Can you be a little more professional?" Tang Jian urged again. He knew that time was of the essence and that they had to race against time and not waste time on those who were already dead.

He adjusted his glasses, swallowed hard, and said, slowly and deliberately, "We have to wait!"

"Wait for the emergency room to arrive."

Fang Ziye is the team leader, and he is the deputy team leader. He is responsible for monitoring Fang Ziye's actions.

Our current responsibility is to wait for the next wave of patients.

“It’s not far from here, just across the street. Call me anytime, and I’ll go check it out first,” Fang Ziye said calmly.

“If a patient comes, call me immediately,” Fang Ziye said.

He strode towards the administrative district.

The next batch of patients hasn't been transferred yet, so Fang Ziye still has time!

Fang Ziye walked away.

“Professor Tang, if the patient arrives before I get here, you can truthfully explain the situation to Dean Chen Song, and I will accept any punishment.”

"Luo Tingzhu, remember to call me." Fang Ziye still ran over.

Even if it's questioned, even if it's considered unreasonable, it doesn't matter.

Because he is now Fang Ziye, an associate professor, he has been appointed as the group leader.

"But?" Tang Jian frowned even more. He felt that Fang Ziye was wasting his time and should not focus his energy on those who were already dead.

"Do you have to be so childish?" Tang Jian roared.

He watched Fang Ziye's retreating figure.

"I'll just go take a quick look around. I reckon no patients will have arrived by the time I get back. We can squeeze in that time!"

"Tianluo, come with me!" Fang Ziye shouted quickly, his figure already gone. He knew that Lan Tianluo needed more practical experience, so he took him with him.

……

At the end of June, the night sky was deep, dotted with stars, and the moon was bright. They hung quietly in the sky, emitting a soft light and bringing a ray of light to the darkness.

As dawn approached, the distant mountain outlines blurred, appearing deep and mysterious in the night.

Fang Ziye took a deep breath, enjoying the cool air and clearing his mind.

The cicadas' chirping has thinned out, and occasionally a few low murmurs can still be heard. They are tired, and they need to rest.

A mountain breeze blows from the valley, rustling through the treetops, and penetrates the skin, carrying a slight coolness.

"Tianluo, you're amazing. At least one patient was born because of you." Fang Ziye encouraged Lan Tianluo in a calm tone as he walked briskly, his eyes full of encouragement and appreciation.

The trees in the courtyard swayed, their leaves making a soft rustling sound, their shadows dancing in the moonlight. The branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze, producing a soft whisper.

"Senior brother, can some statistical probabilities in mathematics also be applied to clinical practice?" Lan Tianluo's voice was clear and deep, his eyes darting around.

“You can’t use draft paper, and you need someone to back you up before you can use it.” Fang Ziye’s tone was calm, but it carried a hint of warning.

Clinical practice is not just theoretical; it must be approached with caution.

Clinical practice is not a gamble.

"Currently, you can't participate unless I'm there, and you can't gamble even if someone else asks you to!"

"All gambling is gambling."

"If you master it, it becomes the most scientific statistical method. Medicine is a synthesis of probability and statistics!" Fang Ziye affirmed.

Every sentence in a medical textbook is actually an alternative manifestation of data. This is the essence of science.

Medicine is a rigorous science, and every conclusion must undergo rigorous verification.

“Hmm.” Lan Tianluo remained silent, lowering his head and continuing to follow Fang Ziye. He silently pondered Fang Ziye’s words, knowing that he still had much to learn and that he needed to continue to work hard.

The two didn't say anything more!

There were still people on duty in the administrative area. Hearing footsteps, he assumed someone else was being transferred and quickly came out from inside the door: "This way, put it here!"

He ran out, talking as he pointed to an open space, assuming there were new patients who needed to be accommodated.

He ran out and pushed open the door to an office. He was wearing a dark blue security guard uniform, and his face showed signs of fatigue; he too had been busy all night.

In the sanatorium, there are no taboos about which room cannot contain a dead body. Here, saving lives is the top priority, and everything else can be ignored.

"Where are the patients who were referred earlier? I am Fang Ziye." To avoid unnecessary trouble, Fang Ziye first identified himself, not wanting to cause any misunderstandings.

His tone was clear, forceful, and left no room for argument.

"Professor Fang?" The young man in charge of security looked somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Fang Ziye to come here in person.

"They're just here; no family members have come to claim them yet," the young man in charge of security quickly regained his composure.

He led Fang Ziye to the place where the body was placed, his voice low and his head slightly bowed.

"I'll go take another look," Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye didn't expect a miracle to happen, but this was the last inspection.

Even if there is only a sliver of hope, we must not give up.

Even if mistakes are made in the midst of a rush, it's still good to be able to save even one more person!
Fang Ziye was confident in his physical examination skills; he had a chance to detect any vital signs.

"This way!" The security guard didn't know anything about medicine, so he could only lead Fang Ziye into the place where the 'body' was placed. He could only wait at the door, not knowing what Fang Ziye was going to do next.

He opened the door to let Fang Ziye in, and stepped back slightly to give Fang Ziye space.

There were eleven bodies in total. Each body lay there quietly, their lives coming to an end, their faces pale and their bodies cold.

There were eleven people before this.

This was also the first time Fang Ziye had ever seen so many 'dead people' lying together.

The 'dead' patient in Professor Fang Zhikuan's operating room had not yet been brought over.

Fang Ziye approached them one by one!

He began to examine the patient's breathing and carotid artery and pulse!

With both hands at once, his gaze focused and earnest, his ears almost perked up, like a dog's...

Lan Tianluo knew what Fang Ziye was going to do: "Lazarus syndrome is a rare phenomenon in which spontaneous circulation suddenly resumes after cardiopulmonary resuscitation or delayed resuscitation following cardiopulmonary resuscitation failure and formal declaration of death."

“It is very rare; there have been no reported cases of more than 100 cases in the past few decades.”

“That’s not what I’m looking for.”

“Hmm, I guess you could call it a steal!” Fang Ziye replied calmly, as if he were just conducting a routine check.

His gaze remained fixed on the patient, and his movements did not falter in the slightest.

"Let's go, next one." Fang Ziye probed for thirty seconds and then stopped; he didn't dwell on it.

Repeating this three times, and it's still the same!
He carefully examined the three bodies but found no signs of life; their lives had completely vanished. The lamplight cast flickering shadows, as if mocking Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye's eyes showed a hint of helplessness and confusion, but he did not give up. Was personal fame really that important?
However, just as Fang Ziye and Lan Tianluo reached the "fourth" corpse, Fang Ziye simply placed his hand over the patient's pulse, and Fang Ziye immediately trembled.

His fingers suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid.

“Brother, come here, brother!” Fang Ziye shouted at the door, his voice trembling slightly, his emotions running high. He knew he had discovered a miracle.

"Huh?" The security guard at the door was startled by Fang Ziye's voice, and his body stiffened.

"You and Lan Tianluo take him back to the surgical ward and start resuscitation immediately!" Fang Ziye said, his eyes fixed on the patient, his fingers moving constantly.

"But? He isn't?" The security guard was a little scared at this point.

The dead are not to be feared, but what if the dead came back to life?
This is in the mountains! The security guard was filled with fear; he found it unbelievable.

"Come and help me out, he's a person, not a ghost!" Fang Ziye pleaded directly.

"Help carry him over there, immediately start ECG monitoring and oxygen administration, and while you're at it, call a few more guys to come and help."

“There are frequent cases where patients who have lost vital signs still show signs of recovery.”

“They just faked their deaths!” Fang Ziye continued to explain, but his tone was firm and unquestionable.

"Hurry and seize the time."

"Okay!" The security guard came over immediately because Lan Tianluo had already lifted one side of the stretcher.

"I'll call someone else over..."

The lighting wasn't dim; the incandescent bulbs in every office of the sanatorium were bright but not harsh, emitting a soft glow that illuminated every corner of the room…

The fifth one?!

Reality is more coincidental than stories; the fifth one is also similar to Lazarus syndrome.

Fang Ziye felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest; he couldn't believe how lucky he was.

Fang Ziye reached out and felt another tremor in his heart. He felt a faint pulse once more, and his heart pounded with excitement...

He immediately lifted the white sheet covering the patient completely and began to examine the patient's condition. He carefully examined the patient's body, not missing any detail.

The patient had an open contusion in the mid-abdomen, but the wound was not large. The skin around the wound had become swollen, and some areas had turned bluish-purple.

At this moment, the patient's chest was not rising and falling, but Fang Ziye was very certain that he had felt a pulse!
Slight or strong is good or bad, but presence or absence is life or death.

Although it's very slight, it is indeed there.

After confirming the situation, Fang Ziye used his five fingers to open the wound on the patient's abdomen and saw that the blood inside had congealed into a ball, indicating that the patient had been there for some time.

He noticed that the muscles around the wound had begun to turn black, and a faint, fishy odor filled the air.

Human blood also has a foul odor.

Blood clotting is a good thing; once it forms a clot, it may press down on the bleeding point, thus achieving a certain degree of hemostasis.

Fang Ziye used the African head-lifting method, placing the rigid stretcher on his head, gripping the side of the stretcher tightly with his hands, veins bulging, and began to run out.

Fang Ziye dared not open the patient's abdomen directly and easily, so he could only send him over first. He knew the dangers of open abdominal injuries and dared not take the risk lightly.

Fortunately, the security guard's earlier call worked; before Fang Ziye even left the administrative area, several patrolling security guards came over.

Seeing Fang Ziye's strange scene, they were startled. They had never seen anything like it before, and they didn't know what was going on. Their expressions were somewhat frightened.

"What is this?" one of them asked. They had their backs to Fang Ziye and didn't know who he was. They were stunned by the scene before them, and their hearts were about to stop beating.

Is someone running around in a morgue while carrying a square object on their head?

"Take this patient to the emergency room."

“He’s still alive,” Fang Ziye said.

Fang Ziye clumsily and slowly turned around, being especially careful not to bump into anything. He tried his best to keep himself steady and prevent the patient from getting hurt.

As Fang Ziye half-squatted down, the two men took the stretcher from above his head.

"Professor Fang, we're off right away!"

The older man had a pager, so he also wanted to buy time for the patient:
"Administrative district, administrative district, we need help here, a few people please!"

Fang Ziye can snatch people from the gates of hell!
Fang Ziye should go and snatch a few more.

He was in charge of calling people, as moving things was hard work.

What Fang Ziye does is a matter of life and death.

Fang Ziye then went back into the area where the bodies were kept...

However, even though five or six more people arrived, ready to carry him away, the miracle still did not happen.

He carefully examined the remaining bodies.
Their bodies had become cold and were no longer responding.

Fang Ziye shook his head, his voice low and somber: "Thank you all for your hard work. No one else has a chance!"

His voice carried a hint of helplessness; he knew he had done his best, but he still couldn't change everything.

Although it was a shake of the head, although it was an explanation!
But Fang Ziye was not disappointed. This time, he had not failed, nor had he been unprofessional!
He had already started running back as he spoke, and he ran quickly until his figure disappeared into the night.

"It's alright, Professor Fang."

"Slow down!"

"Watch out!" the security team leader exclaimed.

Because when Fang Ziye passed a short pine tree blocking his way, he simply jumped over it, fearing that Fang Ziye would get hurt.

"Professor Fang's skills are excellent. Dean Chen and the team leader have mentioned many times that whenever he asks for your help, unless it is an extremely special situation, you don't need to ask for permission by phone!" the team leader said, his voice filled with awe. He knew how powerful Fang Ziye was.

"Don't worry, Captain, we know Professor Fang very well," the others quickly replied.

"I just didn't have the chance to help out, to do something physically."

I just feel a little regretful that I couldn't help Fang Ziye.

The captain then turned around hesitantly, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deepening: "This is where the corpses are kept, isn't it?"

His voice became low.

"Director Song from the logistics department said that we should put the body here so that the family could come and claim it. This place is the closest to the outside," another person replied, sounding a little uneasy. He felt a little scared to even speak in this place.

Seeing so many dead people at once, it's impossible not to have a psychological impact.

Although they had seen dead people before, seeing so many at once still made them feel uneasy and fearful.

"The professors in the sanatorium are all top experts from outside, with extremely high levels of expertise. Those who were sentenced to death by them probably had a hand in the death penalty themselves," the captain said, his tone tinged with awe.

"Now Professor Fang has pulled them back. Is this some kind of robbery from the gates of hell? Holy crap!"

"None of them were stolen on the way to the King of Hell!"

“It was stolen from his home.” He said solemnly, knowing how noble Fang Ziye’s actions were.

The others all shuddered. They were shocked by the security captain's words and couldn't imagine how Fang Ziye had managed to do all this.

Even if they don't understand why the patients at the sanatorium value the doctors here, they still believe that Director Chen of the sanatorium never supports idlers.

They believed that the doctors here were the best and most trustworthy.

Most of the doctors who come here are highly renowned experts in their respective fields.

They knew that this place was a gathering place for top experts from various fields, and that their strength was formidable.

It's even better than some of the teaching hospitals in the province; combined, their combined power is enormous...

But at this moment?
They couldn't imagine how Fang Ziye could bring those who had already died back to life; it was nothing short of a miracle!
When Fang Ziye returned to the "temporary emergency area," everyone else was already busily working away...

The electrocardiogram monitor has been put on, and it keeps beeping.

Oxygen therapy and intravenous access have been re-established, and they are all providing the most basic life support for the patient.

Moreover, Professor Qiao Yongjian and others did not wait for Fang Ziye at all, and immediately began to perform emergency debridement and hemostasis on the patient.

However, after Fang Ziye appeared, Professor Liu Mingli of the Department of Anesthesiology instinctively gave him a thumbs up.

Liu Mingli's breathing was deep and expansive; he took a deep breath to the maximum and exclaimed, "Awesome, Professor Fang!~"

Professor Liu Mingli made no secret of his admiration for Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye saved their lives, and he contributed to that because he was the one who issued the 'death certificates' for those two people!
I admit defeat!

After taking a quick look at the scene, Fang Ziye said, "Professor Liu, Professor Tang, thank you for your hard work."

"I still need to go to the area with the mild cases. I'll get back as soon as possible!" Fang Ziye remained fearless, bold, and greedy.

"Those with mild symptoms here should be transferred out unless there are any special circumstances!"

"If there are any special circumstances, please call me anytime."

Professor Liu Mingli pursed his lips and didn't say anything more!
Professor Tang Jian kept his head down and worked diligently, without feeling inferior or embarrassed.

The two surviving patients that Fang Ziye brought back were the best proof of his fighting ability.

But his decision wasn't wrong; he just managed to get the house.

If you can't imagine how someone did something, then don't assume that their abilities have reached their limit.

"Thank you for your hard work, Professor Fang," Liu Mingli said with a slight bow.

"Let's go with you!" the security guard who brought the patient offered, wanting to help Fang Ziye and do his part.

"No need, there are people to help in every courtyard of the sanatorium." Fang Ziye simply rejected the security guard's suggestion.

He just needed help, not necessarily to a specific person. He knew that saving lives was the most important thing right now, and everything else had to take a backseat.

The patient in the operating room will need to come out for care in a little while.

The patient in the operating room will need to leave the operating room to receive care shortly.

The courtyard of the sanatorium served as the ward.

Patients with mild symptoms cannot occupy too many ward rooms and need to be transferred!
Moreover, if a patient is potentially seriously ill and in life-threatening condition, keeping them in a ward would be like a ticking time bomb.

If they are transferred away, there may be collateral damage.

He could die at any moment!
Without the intervention of auxiliary examinations, Fang Ziye could only place more trust in his own physical examination skills.

While there's still some free time!
Fang Ziye has calmed down.

Whether it's mockery or ridicule, it's all the same.

As long as I succeed once, it doesn't matter to me.

I am just a person. I never mythologize myself, nor do I want others to mythologize me.

Fang Ziye calmly walked towards the direction of the courtyard, his figure disappearing into the darkness...

"Where is Professor Fang?" Professor Yan Huanan asked.

Liu Mingli said, "Professor Fang said he wanted to go and see if he could pick up some more patients to take into the operating room."

Liu Mingli simply said to pick it up.

Although he was being modest, Fang Zhikuan still felt a pang of embarrassment upon hearing this!
After a series of twitches at the corner of his mouth, he exclaimed, "Professor Fang is truly a remarkable person!"

Why should Fang Ziye get involved in such a scandalous affair?
He doesn't visit the dead, and no one will blame Fang Ziye for the people who have been issued death certificates by them.

If Fang Ziye fails to bring the person back, it will become a topic of gossip and ridicule.

Fang Ziye couldn't possibly be unaware that he was still young and didn't need to set a moral standard for himself, but he still did it anyway!

grab!
Where can you find something so easy to snatch?
Yan Huanan and Fang Ziye belong to the same trauma surgery team. He already knows that Fang Ziye is very capable, but he doesn't quite understand Fang Ziye's choice.

"Yes, Professor Fang is truly a remarkable person."

“It would be even better if we had more wonderful people like this now,” Professor Liu Mingli said.

Then, Liu Mingli suddenly remembered something: "The patient who was confirmed dead had stopped having a heartbeat, right?"

"Did we also perform chest compressions?"

"Correct!"

"But it didn't take as long as the standard; I gave up after only ten minutes."

“We had too many patients before,” Professor Tang Jian replied from the side.

Liu Mingli immediately moved closer to the patient, placed his fingers on the patient's wrist, and felt the patient's pulse.

Then she gave Professor Tang Jian a subtle look!

Tang Jian did as instructed.

While watching the monitor's pulse, I also felt the sensations transmitted through my fingers.

He gasped sharply, "Hiss!~~~"

They discovered Fang Ziye's special talent, but it also seemed like they hadn't.

(End of this chapter)