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The dim night, like a giant curtain, enveloped the sanatorium. The dilapidated streetlights emitted a faint yellow glow, casting long shadows on the walls, like lurking monsters.

"Who is it?" Fang Ziye heard a shout from afar as he passed by.

All office areas are separated from the sanatorium courtyard.

Now, there are people patrolling between each area to prevent patients from wandering off to places they shouldn't be.

"It's me, Fang Ziye."

Fang Ziye walked hurriedly down the corridor, his footsteps making a soft rustling sound as he walked.

"It's Professor Fang's voice," someone whispered.

The group then left.

"Professor Fang is very capable... I heard that Dean Chen appointed him as the head of the surgical emergency team at the sanatorium, and so many professors are under his command..."

"They're all fighting for their lives; I've seen many people who wouldn't survive..."

Fang Ziye did not stop. He had no time to pay attention to what these people were saying. All that echoed in his mind was Professor Tang's slightly hoarse voice: "57 people, 12 dead, 29 seriously injured, 22 critically injured, and 11 slightly injured."

A gentle breeze, carrying the damp scent of grass and trees, swept through every corner of the courtyard, bringing a touch of coolness.

The air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, mixed with the earthy odor.

This disinfectant must be a fresh shipment, relatively inexpensive. It has a very pungent smell, but it can also stimulate the nerves and easily cause mental disturbance...

Robbing is illegal, and perhaps even taking a life is against the laws of the underworld, but Fang Ziye couldn't care less about that!

He's like a puppy forced into a corner, struggling to grow. No one is guiding him on what to do; he has to assess the situation himself...

Doctors, to some extent, make a living by "robbing" others, snatching lives from the jaws of death, each time like a high-stakes gamble.

The sanatorium courtyard was like a huge enclosure, vast in area, but at this moment it felt dull and oppressive.

The winding corridor, the dew on the leaves shimmering with a cold luster, and mosquitoes hovering and buzzing in the air.

The dampness seeped into Fang Ziye's shoes, making them feel sticky and uncomfortable; at least his toes felt a little sticky.

Fang Ziye remembered Professor Tang Jian saying that courtyards 1-11 were where patients with relatively mild symptoms were located.

The sanatorium is not only for surgery, but also has a traditional Chinese medicine group, a rehabilitation group, and an internal medicine group. Patients in these departments do not involve surgical emergencies, so they can be directly transferred in.

Even internal medical conditions such as myocardial infarction do not necessarily lead to immediate death, unlike trauma patients who may die on the spot and pass away in an instant.

……

As soon as Fang Ziye entered Courtyard No. 1, he saw the internal medicine professor in charge of the garrison, looking down at the medical records in his hand with a furrowed brow.

Not far away, Professor Su Haijian of the Department of Hepatobiliary Surgery was facing the wall, his gaze seemingly penetrating it, as he reviewed the medical images.

"Professor Fang, Professor Dou. Is the situation alright here?" Fang Ziye called out first.

Professor Dou Xian from the Department of Neurology and Professor Su Haijian from the Department of Surgery both recognized Fang Ziye and looked up.

When Professor Dou Xian saw Fang Ziye, a hint of doubt appeared on his face, which quickly turned into displeasure, but he managed to conceal it.

He adjusted his glasses and continued looking down at the medical records.

I muttered "fuck" under my breath.

Su Haijian looked surprised and forced a smile at Fang Ziye.

"Professor Fang, what brings you here?"

Without exchanging pleasantries, Fang Ziye asked directly, "I came to see how many people are in this courtyard right now?"

Excluding post-surgical and critically ill patients, Fang Ziye should still see about eleven more people, probably concentrated in the front courtyards.

“Four!” Su Haijian said with certainty.

"Let me take a look at our surgery department." Fang Ziye walked to Su Haijian's side.

He dared not interfere with internal medicine patients, as that was not his area of ​​expertise, and Fang Ziye would not venture into that field either.

Professor Dou Xian of the Department of Internal Medicine looked a little better. He walked directly away from Fang Ziye and went to a hospital bed to begin listening to the patient's heart.

His stethoscope was always hanging on his ear, and Fang Ziye could see that the skin on his ear had been rubbed raw, with tiny red streaks oozing out...

Su Haijian said, "Professor Fang, there is only one surgical patient here, in bed 4. He has a mid-abdominal injury, which is not an open wound."

He added, "His vital signs were okay after admission, and we plan to do an abdominal CT scan. The patient's mental state is also okay, and an abdominal X-ray has already been taken..."

Su Haijian paused, then tentatively asked, "Do you want to..."

Fang Ziye didn't let him finish speaking. He immediately turned around and pulled the patient's X-ray from the table. His movements were swift and forceful; the X-ray seemed about to tear through the air.

Su Haijian swallowed hard, suppressing his dissatisfaction.

He felt his throat was dry, as if it were blocked by a wad of cotton, making it hard to breathe.

In such a critical moment, Fang Ziye disregarded the emergency medical services outside and rushed to him to "back him up"? How much does he distrust him?

Or is he just arrogant?

However, Fang Ziye had to swallow his dissatisfaction since he was in his current position.

Su Haijian reluctantly followed behind Fang Ziye, his lips, hidden by a mask, twitching slightly as if he were saying something.

He tried his best to maintain an unusually polite expression, but inwardly he was already cursing.

The X-ray was skewed, and the patient's personal information was upside down.

But at this moment, none of that matters; Fang Ziye only cares about the result.

He must make a quick judgment; the absolute procedures are no longer acceptable!
The originally spacious courtyard felt quite crowded after four 'hospital beds' were crammed in. This was even before any family members came in; if they flooded in, there probably wouldn't even be room to stand.

Fang Ziye glanced around and then said, "Professor Su, arrange for a transfer as soon as possible. After this patient has completed the CT scan, transfer him to an outside hospital."

"His condition is alright."

"Are there any other patients with external injuries?" Fang Ziye continued to ask.

This patient was probably misdiagnosed; it's just a mild liver and spleen contusion, which can be treated conservatively with no food or fluids and rest. There's no need to use the sanatorium's resources.

“Yes, the entire Second Hospital is staffed by our surgical team. Professor Dou from the internal medicine department asked me to come and take a look at bed number 4 in this ward. We're also considering transferring him out,” Su Haijian replied.

nonsense.

If his condition doesn't allow me to stand here with you?
Currently, there is one professor in the internal medicine department for minor injuries, but only one professor in surgery, Su Haijian. He has to handle all the rounds and routine treatments for surgical patients, which is an extremely heavy workload.

Fang Ziye followed closely behind Su Haijian and headed towards Courtyard No. 2.

A gentle breeze brought a damp feeling, and the lights in the corridor flickered, making it a little dazzling.

“Professor Fang, all four patients here are from our surgery department.” Su Haijian suppressed his temper and patiently explained to Fang Ziye.

At the entrance of Courtyard No. 2, several nurses were hurrying back and forth, their faces filled with fatigue and anxiety.

There were also four simple hospital beds in the courtyard, with the patient's medical record and X-ray film hanging at the head of each bed.

There's also an X-ray machine in the yard, so every patient has an X-ray.

There are also 4 patients in Courtyard No. 2... According to this calculation, the sanatorium plans to accept 44 patients with mild symptoms, because there are a total of eleven courtyards for patients with mild symptoms.

This time?
Fang Ziye immediately shook his head...

Two in a row, basically both are optional to transfer out or not, but transferring out involves risks.

Professor Su Haijian, standing beside Fang Ziye, tried to keep his breathing steady and patiently followed Fang Ziye, accepting his leader's 'reprimands'!
The first level of officialdom crushes people to death.

Dean Chen Song appointed Fang Ziye as the group leader, and he became the group leader.

The responsible party shall bear the consequences.

After examining the first two patients without exchanging a word, the two quickly walked toward bed 3 in courtyard number 2.

When Fang Ziye approached bed number 3, he saw the patient playing on his phone. He frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

The patient was a middle-aged man wearing a wrinkled short-sleeved shirt, who seemed indifferent to everything around him.

"Brother, how are you feeling?" Fang Ziye asked quickly, his tone tinged with urgency.

"It's alright? Is it not allowed to play games here?" The middle-aged man wasn't too bothered at the moment, his attention still focused on the phone screen.

He ran fast and jumped fast; he was on his way to buy something, so he wasn't burned...

Fang Ziye immediately stepped forward and began the physical examination.

His fingers pressed precisely on the patient's abdomen, the movement gentle yet firm.

When he pressed on the patient's upper right abdomen, he indeed saw the patient's brow furrow slightly. Although it was very subtle, Fang Ziye still noticed it.

"Professor Su, please contact the operating room. We need to get this patient there as soon as possible, otherwise it could cause a lot of trouble later," Fang Ziye immediately suggested.

Su Haijian was startled upon hearing this: "What's going on?"

His voice rose several decibels, filled with obvious worry!
Although he found Fang Ziye strange, he was well aware of Fang Ziye's combat abilities.

Spinal surgery and orthopedics were not separate fields decades ago.

"I suspect there is active bleeding in the abdominal cavity, but the bleeding is not serious, so the vital signs are currently relatively good."

Fang Ziye frowned, his eyes fixed on the patient's abdomen: "But it should be retroperitoneal organ bleeding, with right kidney contusion and laceration being the primary suspicion."

"Also be careful of blood vessel ruptures in other places!"

"You can't see any particularly detailed information from just one video."

"The physical examination confirms it!" Fang Ziye didn't hide anything and directly stated his diagnosis.

“But there are no operating rooms available right now,” Su Haijian said with some difficulty.

Normally, he would have already taken the patient to the operating room by now.

But the operating room and the corridors were all occupied; most of the surgical professors were fighting there, so he stayed to guard the wards.

"Then we can only try to find a solution. You should contact Director Song Libo of the Logistics Department." Fang Ziye couldn't find the operating room either. At this time, the operating room was given priority to patients with open wounds and major injuries, so they had to find another way.

"Okay, I'll make the call first!" Although the patient's condition was good, Su Haijian still made the call, thinking it was better to be safe than sorry.

……

Courtyard No. 4, Bed 2.

Fang Ziye glanced at the patient before quickly moving closer to her. His voice was urgent, tinged with nervousness: "Did you have a vascular condition before you were injured?"

"Huh? No?" The injured person was a woman in her twenties, dressed fashionably with exquisite makeup on her face.

She had just gotten her nails done, and now, gazing at Fang Ziye's handsome face, she was even giving him flirtatious looks. While tidying her wind-blown hair, she softly asked, "Doctor, will I be alright?"

Fang Ziye immediately drew the curtain, separating the other patients. His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Let me give you a physical exam first," Fang Ziye replied, his tone slightly serious.

The woman blushed slightly and hesitantly pressed down on her skirt: "Could he leave for a moment?"

She pointed to Su Haijian standing to the side.

"No! Quickly! Lie down!"

Fang Ziye's voice suddenly rose, tinged with displeasure. He
He doesn't like wasting time at times like this, and he won't tolerate anyone questioning his expertise.

The woman pouted after being scolded by Fang Ziye and muttered softly, "If you can't, you can't. Why are you yelling at me like that..."

She obediently lay down, but a hint of dissatisfaction still lingered on her face.

History is a cycle, and Fang Ziye will always remember that shortly after he received the panel, he diagnosed a patient with an abdominal aortic aneurysm through a physical examination.

It was just a physical examination.

This time, Fang Ziye also confirmed that the girl also had a spontaneous abdominal aortic aneurysm, and that it was in the stage of rupture.

If it weren't for the trauma of this injury, it might not be in the rupture stage. But now, the murmur of the hemangioma is very obvious, like a time bomb.

"Professor Su, go straight to the operating room, find the operating room!" Fang Ziye didn't hesitate at all; his tone was urgent, as if he were giving an order.

"Right away!" Fang Ziye turned around, simultaneously covering the patient's navel with her right hand. She was wearing a short skirt and a cropped shirt that exposed her midriff; he didn't want her body to be exposed to other people's eyes.

"Doctor, don't scare me..." The woman's face turned pale instantly, and her voice trembled slightly, clearly frightened by Fang Ziye's actions.

"Do you think I have time to scare you?" Fang Ziye retorted, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "Hurry up and call your family to sign the consent form for the surgery!"

Fang Ziye's innate ability.

"They won't let us in!" the woman said frantically, her eyes filled with fear.

"Then you can sign it yourself." Fang Ziye finished speaking and turned to walk next door.
Su Haijian didn't move, because the nurses here were well-trained and could have her sign at any time.

At this point in time, there's no time to explain the risks in detail.

The sanatorium is responsible for the rescue of critically ill patients.

However, what Fang Ziye truly didn't expect was that the patient in bed 3 of courtyard 4 was an even bigger bombshell!
His eyes were glazed over, and he was on the verge of unconsciousness. Although his blood pressure was still relatively stable, it was clear that he was about to go into shock; his breathing was weak, and his face was pale.

It's not Su Haijian's fault; he had too many surgical patients under his care and simply didn't have the time to attend to everyone.

"This is definitely an active retroperitoneal hematoma!" Fang Ziye's voice was tinged with anxiety as he quickly touched the patient's abdomen to confirm his diagnosis.

“Professor Fang, when I was at the First Affiliated Hospital… he…” Su Haijian felt he needed to explain a few things to Fang Ziye.

"Quick, to the operating room!" "Right away!" Fang Ziye immediately started pushing the gurney. He wouldn't listen to any explanations.

Su Haijian needs no explanation.

Of course, in the end he couldn't help but glance at bed number 4 in courtyard number 4!
After Su Haijian took over the gurney, Fang Ziye went to give bed 4 a relatively detailed physical examination, and then left without saying a word.

"Doctor, am I alright?"

"Doctor, doctor!" Bed 4 was terrified when she saw Beds 2 and 3 being wheeled away. Her voice trembled as she kept asking.

"Professor Fang didn't say anything to you, so just relax and rest," the ward caregiver replied, trying to keep her tone calm. "We'll contact you to go to the hospital once your condition stabilizes."

At the entrance of Courtyard No. 4, Professor Su Haijian was on the phone, his voice tinged with anxiety: "It's no good, the conditions of several of my patients here are extremely urgent."

He paused, then continued, "One is an aneurysm, and the other is an active retroperitoneal hematoma. They were both misdiagnosed and sent here without any auxiliary examination data."

He raised his voice, glanced at Fang Ziye, and said with obvious guilt, "Director Song, you'll have to arrange the operating room and surgery as soon as possible!"

He knew perfectly well how he had thought about Fang Ziye before.

“But there’s no operating room!” Song Libo’s voice came through the receiver.

"Then we need to arrange it as soon as possible. We can't wait here. We must find a spare operating room as soon as possible," Su Haijian urged, his tone pleading.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye picked up the phone and said, "Director Song, in this urgent situation, we need to act quickly. Do you think we could clear out a few courtyards in the sanatorium first?"

"Although the courtyard is not as clean as the laminar flow operating room, we can't worry about that now."

"These patients are indeed in special circumstances and cannot be delayed any longer!"

The corridor in the operating room can be used for the procedure, and the courtyard can also be cleaned up and used as a stage for the procedure.

Military hospitals need to perform these procedures on-site when they are stationed in the field.

Song Libo said, "Then I'll consult Dean Chen again."

His voice carried a hint of helplessness, clearly indicating that he knew the situation was extremely urgent.

However, even Song Libo didn't dare to make the decision. The operating room and the corridor were being used as operating tables, and now even the courtyard of the sanatorium was being used as an operating table. This kind of risk is not something that ordinary people dare to take.

"Okay, Director Song!" Fang Ziye hung up the phone.

"Professor Su, thank you for your hard work. I need to go back outside!" Fang Ziye turned to look at Su Haijian, his voice tinged with weariness.

"As for the other patients, if you can arrange for them to be transferred, please do so as soon as possible. There's no point in them taking up beds here!"

"Professor Fang, that bed number 3..."

"Do your best, there's no right or wrong, responsibility isn't about blame." Fang Ziye said and left.

Based on the current situation, the nursing home will eventually be filled with critically ill and emergency patients. He is well aware that those with mild symptoms will have to leave eventually.

Su Haijian caught up with him, his face full of worry: "Professor Fang, what if something unexpected happens to these patients with mild symptoms during the transfer?"

“Our sanatorium is, after all, a medical institution, so it’s not good to kick people out.”

"I don't know what to do either!" Fang Ziye shook his head and said, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"This is just my suggestion. If something goes wrong during the transfer process, it's just bad luck, it's fate, but you can't say that out loud."

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, he disappeared into the night!

How to do?
Die, then?!
How could people not die?
It's almost 4:30 in the morning!
On the horizon, a pale white hue slowly spreads, like a drop of milky white falling into thick ink, or like a corner of a deep blue velvet curtain being gently lifted.

The waning moon quietly retreated, giving the stage to the rising sun. The outline of the distant mountains gradually became clear, like a traditional Chinese ink painting slowly unfolding, outlining its winding curves.

Occasionally, an unknown insect would crawl among the blades of grass, leaving tiny tracks...

A strong stench of blood filled the air, and the distant sirens of ambulances sounded particularly jarring.

Fang Ziye finally arrived at his post just before the next wave of ambulances arrived.

The two patients that Fang Ziye dug out of the morgue have been transferred to the operating room and the ICU, and their condition is currently stable.

"Professor Fang, thank you for your hard work." When Professor Tang Jian saw Fang Ziye, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a pained smile appeared on his face.

Although he didn't know Fang Ziye's outcome, his previous record was enough to convince him!
It's not easy to snatch it.

He continued, "I just heard from Dr. Lan that you're a little hungry. There are some biscuits, bread, and bottled water over there. Why don't you go and have something to eat?"

"Senior brother, another one died in the operating room," Lan Tianluo whispered as he approached.

It was not explained who it was.

Fang Ziye paused slightly, the sound of the ambulance getting closer and closer, but he couldn't care less. After nodding, he sat down on the ground nearby.

His movements were somewhat stiff, like an overworked machine.

He began to gnaw on the bread, wolfing it down.

However, Fang Ziye had only finished eating one when he noticed a pain in his neck. He turned around and saw a huge mosquito sucking his blood.

Without hesitation, he slapped the bag to death, washed his hands, tore open the second bread bag, and began munching on it. His movements were swift, almost without pause.

Luo Tingzhu, Lan Tianluo, and the others were already waiting for the patient to approach. They lined up in an orderly fashion, occasionally glancing in the direction of Fang Ziye, who was eating frantically, but they did not scold Fang Ziye for his eating speed.

There was no impatience on their faces, only calmness and understanding.

Fang Ziye's achievements need no words or praise to embellish them.

Digging people out of the morgue is like snatching lives back from the underworld!

Compared to this, Fang Ziye's recent visit to the mild cases, where he applied "blood-locking charms" to several patients there, wasn't nearly as exaggerated.

Fang Ziye grinned at the gazes of several people, seemingly responding to their concern.

"I'll be finished eating soon," Fang Ziye said.

Everyone turned and left...

Fang Ziye's mind paused for a moment—

At this moment, Fang Ziye realized that the emotional rendering in the novel and TV series was all deliberate.

When a person's adrenaline levels are rising and their nerves are on edge, where is there much time to think about why?
He realized all too well that in an emergency, who would thank you? Who would praise you for what you did?

Everyone is just a mortal.

So even if what you do is incredible, it only explodes in a fleeting moment.

The shock lasted only a moment, and then everyone went back to doing their own thing.

In an emergency, there are too many things that can distract everyone.

So-called emotion, so-called tears, so-called environmental atmosphere!
The so-called excitement and exhilaration must be swallowed down, just like the fear, sorrow, and helplessness we face.

No need to chew, there's no time to chew, you have to swallow it!
As sunrise approached, even the moon seemed a little shy, shrinking back. Fang Ziye became even more certain that the moon was the one most afraid of the sun.

However, even though no one specifically cheered for him, Fang Ziye could still see the feedback on his achievements.

The 20,000 knowledge points gained in a short period of time is Fang Ziye's most fruitful achievement!

The sounds of teeth clashing and chewing, the choking sounds of swallowing, are like your own breathing and heartbeat—once you focus on them, you can't help but keep paying attention. Unless there's another chance and time to shift your focus.

Finally, half a minute later, Fang Ziye no longer had a chance to eat bread.

And there wasn't even time to chew. Fang Ziye gulped down the mineral water and bread, then quickly stood up, patted his bottom, and started putting on a mask and hat.

His movements were swift and powerful, like a warrior adjusting his armor.

Because, the sound of footsteps carrying people for transport was approaching the entrance of the sanatorium! The heavy footsteps echoed in the night sky like war drums.

"Team Leader Fang, eat a little longer, it's alright." Tang Jian felt a pang of sympathy seeing Fang Ziye's pained expression as he swallowed.

Not to mention Lan Tianluo and Luo Tingzhu, whose eyes were filled with concern.

Fang Ziye closed his eyes and made a swallowing motion. After about ten seconds, he opened his eyes again, his gaze clear.

He ripped open his inspection gloves from his pocket! ~ There were two snapping sounds!

A dozen seconds later, Fang Ziye was back in full gear, and without any hesitation, he rushed forward: "Put it here, put it here, just put it in an orderly manner!"

His voice was loud and clear, as firm and upright as an ancient pine tree: "Don't bump or knock!"

"Come this way!" Fang Ziye greeted the 'guest' with the same enthusiasm as a duck!
There was no sound response, only heavy footsteps, and Luo Tingzhu and the others approaching in an orderly manner, each performing their respective duties!

Their faces were expressionless, but every movement exuded professionalism and efficiency.

Accurate positioning is the greatest asset in emergency medicine.

Being able to stay organized even when busy is an essential quality for every emergency medical professional.

Before anyone could react, Fang Ziye simply gave Lan Tianlu a look, and Lan Tianlu immediately led the team to push in the pre-prepared wound cleaning kits.

Immediately afterward, Fang Ziye began the physical examination, while Lan Tianluo picked up the pre-prepared povidone-iodine gauze and started spraying it onto the patient's abdomen and the front of his thighs!
Everything was done in a simple and brutal way, with only one goal.

We need to race against time.

We need to race against time.

We still need to race against time!
It looks like a fight in a market, where I throw a bucket of water at you.

"ECG monitoring, oxygen administration, establish intravenous access."

"Under any circumstances, these three procedures take priority!" Fang Ziye, seeing that his and Lan Tianluo's rough handling had frightened the two nurses, quickly gave the medical orders!
No?

Aren't all the nurses at the military sanatorium from military hospitals?

They'll only be more violent than we are there, won't they?

The two nurses belatedly nodded and started jogging.

After Fang Ziye finished the physical examination and diagnosis, he didn't offer Lan Tianluo much explanation: "Stop the bleeding!"

"To the operating room!"

“It should be even simpler than the previous one, I’m right next door!” Fang Ziye said.

Then he went to Luo Tingzhu's place next door.

Lan Tianlu was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked up the scalpel and began to cut open the abdomen.

"Han Zhiliang, go and help Lan Tianluo," Fang Ziye said to Han Zhiliang as he approached.

Upon hearing this, Han Zhiliang immediately shifted his attention: "Okay, Team Leader Fang."

Step back and walk away without hesitation.

He was just a lowly henchman in the third group, always moving things wherever he was needed!

Fang Ziye was definitely a DPS player. Besides farming in lanes, he also went out to jungle, roaming around the 'corpse' and 'mild' areas, and even ganked someone.

This technology is unmatched!

He is my thigh, I must hold on tight, he is my godfather.

This time, Professor Qiao Yongjian didn't dare to blame Fang Ziye for taking away his assistant and taking away his surgeon.

"Professor Fang, here's the knife!" Qiao Yongjian said.

Fang Ziye did not take the knife or change his gloves. Instead, after disinfecting the area slightly with povidone-iodine, he grabbed the hemostat and inserted it into the patient's abdomen.

To be able to do what others cannot, and to understand what others cannot comprehend, is to possess divine skill.

Fang Ziye's current operations have reached their limit; sometimes, even he himself can't explain the underlying principles.

Level 6 hemostasis?
Absolutely terrifying, indescribable!
Three minutes later, Fang Ziye left the second battlefield and came to Lan Tianluo's side to help.

Five minutes later, Fang Ziye arrived at the third battlefield. He began the main attack!

Eleven minutes later, Fang Ziye stopped the bleeding in the fourth patient and severed the direct artery supplying blood to the ruptured organ!
After putting down the instruments in his hands, Fang Ziye took two steps back, taking off his gloves as he watched the patient's pool of blood gradually decrease.

He instructed, "Get these four patients to the operating room as soon as possible."

"Notify the other professors in the operating room to handle this as soon as possible!"

“I’ll go check out the initial screening point at the entrance again!” Fang Ziye said.

The emergency room contains cases of death, severe illness, mild illness, and patients under observation.

Fang Ziye has already visited the death and mild cases wards. The severe cases ward is being taken very seriously, and Fang Ziye has not yet visited the observation ward.

Before the next wave of patients arrives, Fang Ziye is going to go traveling again!
No one questioned it.

Everyone performs their duties.

Fang Ziye was also on duty and even had time to make a phone call: "Director Song, this is Fang Ziye. We have now sent all seven patients who were brought in to the operating room."

"The emergency treatment in the surgical ward has concluded. I suggest moving the emergency resuscitation area from the surgical ward to the entrance of the sanatorium to treat patients more quickly!"

"Reduce handling and transshipment!"

"We can send a professor to the operating room to perform the surgery!" Fang Ziye said preemptively.

"Okay!" Fang Ziye had said everything he needed to say, so Song Libo could only agree.

Fang Ziye didn't dwell on it. He hung up the phone, put on his blood-stained scrubs, and rushed back into the pale, non-dark world.

It's almost dawn!
(End of this chapter)