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Chapter 635 The Villain Fang Ziye

As dawn breaks in the east, the sky gradually changes from deep inky black to a dark, deep blue, as if a giant velvet cloth has been gently brushed by an invisible hand, erasing the heaviness of the night.

A faint wisp of pale white, like a drop of milk falling into thick ink, slowly spread across the horizon, tearing apart the silence of the night.

The waning moon quietly retreated, its silvery radiance fading, giving the stage in the sky to the sun that was about to burst forth.

"Dean Chen, Professor Fang Ziye just suggested..." Director Song Libo stood in the warehouse, holding his phone in one hand and rummaging through the mountain of cardboard boxes with the other, looking anxious.

Inside the warehouse, various medical supplies were piled up haphazardly, with cardboard boxes, plastic containers, and cut PP tapes scattered on the floor, making the place look extremely crowded.

He was wearing a blue work uniform with the collar slightly open, and fine beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead. He was hurriedly reporting Fang Ziye's suggestion to Dean Chen Song, his tone tinged with urgency and unease.

"What did you say?" On the other end of the phone, Dean Chen Song's voice was clearly surprised. He seemed to be distracted by other things and had not fully heard what Song Libo said. His tone was a little impatient.

The location where Dean Chen Song was was even more noisy and chaotic than where Song Libo was.

The noise—commands, alarms, shouting, crying—was all mixed together, creating an unsettling atmosphere.

"Dean Chen, after Professor Fang made this suggestion, I called back immediately to inquire. After Professor Fang Ziye returned, he led a team to handle eight emergency patients who were brought in!" Song Libo raised his voice, trying his best to make his voice drown out the surrounding noise so that Dean Chen could hear him clearly.

He swallowed hard and repeated, "They were all successfully transferred to the operating room."

Song Libo's eyes held a hint of disbelief. He couldn't believe that Fang Ziye could accomplish so much in such a short time.

"Now he's suggesting moving the emergency room at the sanatorium to the entrance!"

Song Libo's voice was crisp, yet trembled slightly!
Either he has a mistaken understanding, or Fang Ziye has gone mad.

Moreover, a group of people at the sanatorium went crazy along with Fang Ziye!
What does Fang Ziye's suggestion mean? It's not just a simple relocation; it's a reallocation of existing medical resources, and such a reallocation requires tremendous courage and decisiveness.

He didn't know if Fang Ziye's decision was correct, but at this moment, he had to tell Dean Chen Song the whole story.

"Dr. Chen! Over there."

"Shut up!" Chen Song roared at the other person in a fit of rage.

"Dr. Chen...there's a guy over there..."

"Wait a minute! ~ Can't you understand Mandarin?"

Chen and Song continued to berate him.

The other person left.

Chen Song's breathing became rapid and disordered. The place where he was located was already chaotic, with all sorts of things going on and on.

The more decisions he has to make, the more chaotic his thinking becomes.

He tried his best to stay calm, taking several deep breaths; he was already quite old…

Fang Ziye wants to move the sanatorium's emergency room to the front line!

What does this mean? There is only one possibility: Fang Ziye has led his team to provide emergency treatment to all the newly admitted emergency patients, allowing them to proceed to the relatively elective surgery stage.

Emergency surgery refers to emergency injuries that must be treated immediately.

Elective surgery, on the other hand, refers to surgery performed after the patient has received immediate emergency treatment and whose vital signs are relatively stable, allowing for a short waiting period before the actual surgery.

The high mortality rate among trauma patients is largely due to the frequent occurrence of accidents and the lack of timely examination results to determine the location of the injury, making accurate localization difficult.

Even experienced surgical professors find it challenging to handle such cases.

Dean Chen Song frowned. He knew that Fang Ziye's decision was also a great risk.

However, Chen Song was now unsure whether Fang Ziye was gambling with his life or had truly matured.

"Investigate, question, and see how it goes!" Dean Chen Song's voice carried a hint of weariness, but remained decisive.

"If it can be postponed, then do so. You must be responsible for preparing and allocating the supplies!"

He couldn't make a decision directly because he wasn't at the sanatorium and didn't know the specific situation on the ground. He could only delegate the authority to Song Libo and let him make a judgment based on the actual situation.

All he could do was believe in Song Libo and Fang Ziye!

"Leave the emergency surgical work to the surgeons; let Fang Ziye make the necessary arrangements!"

"You're in charge of resource allocation on your end. In principle, you can use relatively extreme, non-harmful methods!"

"If anyone tries to lower the price at the last minute, just accept it!"

After adding this, Chen Song said, "Call Professor Tang Jian in the anesthesiology department and ask him about the situation carefully!"

"He's the deputy team leader, he shouldn't be going to let Fang Ziye mess around!" Before Chen Song could finish speaking, the call was disconnected.

"Grandpa, you have to come back with me. You two, take my grandpa away..." A girl's voice rang out.

Chen Song was taken aback; he knew the visitor was his granddaughter…

Song Libo, disregarding everything else, was searching through his contacts when someone came to report.

"what?"

"Someone actually offered more money?!"

"Yes, Director Song! What should we do?" The visitor explained the situation truthfully.

"Gataramagobiga, take the goods, don't pay, put the goods on the tab, ask him for more money after today's business is over!"

"If he wants to die, let him jump off a building!"

“I can only give him this chance,” Song Libo said.

"Go and rob?!" The young man opposite Song Libo trembled.

“That’s called a reservation!” Song Libo corrected the other person’s wording.

Surgeries and medical supplies at the sanatorium are all by appointment, and now there is a sudden shortage, which he has to find a way to solve and handle himself.

He had to transport all kinds of surgical and emergency supplies to the sanatorium in advance. This was a complicated and time-consuming task that required his coordination to ensure the timely and sufficient supply of materials.

Many areas in Enshi are currently experiencing shortages of supplies!
Although the sanatorium has a certain relative priority, he has to find a way on his own until Chen Guangbai sends the supplies from the neighboring city.

Song Libo had already dialed the phone numbers of various medical device companies!
They were ordered to deliver all kinds of surgical and emergency supplies to the sanatorium in advance, but transferring goods across cities takes time, and it's not just about transferring medical resources...

Just after hanging up with Dean Chen Song, Song Libo dialed Professor Tang Jian's number again.

After the call was connected, Professor Tang Jian's voice came through, calm and steady: "Director Song, I am currently at the sanatorium. Our three teams have already completed the temporary treatment of all the transferred patients who have been brought to the sanatorium."

"Currently, some professors in the operating room are also able to free up their hands to enter the hospital's emergency rescue work after finishing the previous round of surgeries."

"Professor Fang suggested that one group of us stay in the surgical clinic area and convert it into a treatment area for patients with mild symptoms, while another group slowly moves the medical equipment to the entrance of the sanatorium."

“This will further reduce the patient’s transport time and the discomfort of the journey.” Tang Jian’s tone was certain, with a hint of admiration in it!
He knew that Fang Ziye's decision was well thought out and was the best choice at the moment.

Even he himself found it hard to believe how Fang Ziye had done it.

It seems there aren't many techniques involved; it's just about using the most violent, direct, and hardcore manual skills.

If there are no test results, conduct a physical examination; if there is no operating table, then treat the patient on the spot, using a gurney or stretcher as the operating table.

“Then let’s listen to Professor Fang!” Song Libo said decisively.

Tang Jian is currently the deputy leader of the third group, responsible for supervision. If Fang Ziye is just fooling around, Tang Jian would not dare not report the truth.

"Professor Tang Jian, you must keep a close watch!"

"We must also safeguard Fang Ziye's business," Song Libo said.

"Director Song, I will." In an emergency, no one can make a unilateral decision, including Chen Song.

Song Libo also knew that not all patients were on the verge of death, and not all emergency cases were extremely critical.

Furthermore, over time, the number of critically ill patients will decrease, but the severity of their conditions will also increase. Therefore, the frequency of admissions to nursing homes will continue to decline.

"Where is Professor Fang now? I called him but he didn't answer." Song Libo pressed again. He needed to know Fang Ziye's whereabouts and what he was doing to feel more at ease.

"Professor Fang has already gone to the observation area at the entrance..." Tang Jian said, tilting his head and pressing down on the phone.

Song Libo: "..."

Song Libo hung up the phone, speechless. Fang Ziye had acted first and informed him later!
……

At the entrance of the sanatorium, the sun broke through the darkness, the sky gradually changing from deep blue to light blue, and a golden ray of light pierced through the clouds, sprinkling the earth.

The cold wind intensified, causing the branches to sway and the leaves to rustle like a low sigh.

The last of the 120 ambulances that had been parked there hadn't even left yet; the vehicle was trembling slightly, and the headlights were still flickering faintly.

The driver and the medical staff inside gathered in twos and threes, munching on various foods to temporarily fill their stomachs. Their faces were covered in sweat, their clothes were disheveled, and everyone's face was filled with exhaustion and anxiety.

Rescue is physically demanding, and so is moving the injured. They must quickly replenish their energy in order to meet the challenges ahead.

Moreover, before each mission, all equipment and supplies of the 120 ambulance must be thoroughly checked and redeployed. It cannot be sent out with any shortages or deficiencies; there is no room for carelessness.

The light gradually brightened, and the field of vision gradually became clearer.

At the entrance of the villa area directly opposite the sanatorium, a large number of cardboard boxes and cartons were piled up like a small hill, with all kinds of medical supplies stacked together, looking somewhat messy and disorganized.

Many people were sorting and transferring medical equipment, as well as consumables such as masks and caps. Their faces were covered in sweat, but their movements were orderly and meticulous.

They weren't the medical staff directly involved in the rescue, but their work was equally crucial...

"Sort more clearly, sort more carefully, don't be sloppy!"

The so-called 'observation area' is where patients who have been transferred here are placed under observation because their condition is not particularly urgent, their injuries are relatively minor, they have more time to be treated, and their waiting time is relatively longer.
Those stationed here are the sanatorium's selection "threshold," mainly professors and teams from the research area.

For example, Li Yuanpei was wearing a white coat and glasses. He held a medical record in one hand and directed the nursing staff with the other. His eyes showed a hint of fatigue, but he still maintained his professionalism and seriousness.

For example, Liao Jia was carefully suturing a patient's wound. Her movements were gentle and skillful, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

For example, Hu Qingyuan moved back and forth in the crowd. His face was a little pale, but he was still in high spirits. He carefully observed the condition of each patient to ensure that no potential risk was overlooked.

They were all assigned to suture and bandage patients whose injuries were misjudged in terms of severity. They treated each patient's wounds with patience and meticulous care...

Various reclining trolleys were arranged in a matrix, with more than twenty doctors in white coats moving among them, forming a busy team, each negotiating and communicating with patients; their voices were somewhat hoarse...

"Hello, your condition isn't serious right now. You've been here for almost four hours, so there shouldn't be any internal organ damage!" Hu Qingyuan advised a woman, trying to soothe her emotions with his gentle tone.

The older woman was around forty years old, slightly overweight, and her clothes were stained with blood. She gripped the bedsheet tightly, her face showing anxiety. She shook her head vigorously, her tone firm and stubborn: "I'm not going back. I'm injured. I need to see a doctor."

Her eyes were slightly red, clearly she was very scared.

"I'm not going back. Am I going back to die?"

"I need to go to the hospital. What kind of place is this?" Her voice was trembling with tears. She disagreed with Hu Qingyuan's suggestion, and her tone was filled with fear. She seemed unable to accept that she had been sent to such a "ghost place".

"Are you doctors? What kind of hospital is this? I need to go to Enshi Central Hospital or Minzu University Hospital, why were you transferred here?" she asked repeatedly, her emotions running high.

"I'm not leaving unless I'm transferred to a bigger hospital!"

Professor Qu Tangwei from next door came over. He was wearing glasses and his hair was slightly messy. He looked at the woman in front of him and advised her in a gentler tone, "You can go back first and go to the Central Hospital or Minzu University Hospital for a follow-up examination. What will you do if you stay here with us?"

The woman shook her head firmly, saying, "I'm not going. I'll stay here. I won't go anywhere unless an ambulance takes me there." She gripped the bedsheet tightly, a stubborn look on her face.

"No, no, I'm not going..."

"Why were I transferred here? Where's the doctor? Where's the ward? I need to be admitted..."

"I don't want to die."

Such scenes were common; practically no one agreed to leave on the sanatorium's bus. They stubbornly believed that only an ambulance could safely take them to the hospital; it seemed to be a ingrained way of thinking for them. Seeing dead people instilled a fear of death, and witnessing someone die beside them only amplified that fear.

When Fang Ziye arrived at the observation area, he frowned as he looked at the chaotic scene.

But he knew he had to act quickly, otherwise the chaos here would severely hamper the rescue efforts.

However, no matter how chaotic the scene was, it had to be dealt with; those who needed to leave had to leave. This was a task he had to complete.

Placing twenty-odd people and a dozen flatbed carts here will only narrow the passage and hinder rescue efficiency. He scanned the crowd before him, trying to find a solution.

"Professor Qu, how many patients here have only hand and foot injuries?" Fang Ziye immediately looked at the police officer who was helping to maintain order, his eyes sharp and firm.

Some people won't leave no matter how much you tell them to, but the police can.

In fact, Fang Ziye could understand the thoughts of that older woman and people in similar situations.

They were afraid of having to pay for their own medical treatment if they went to the hospital alone, and even more afraid of dying on the way. After all, the sanatorium was not a formal medical facility, and at least they didn't know what kind of place it was. Only when they were taken to the hospital by ambulance and saw a qualified doctor would they feel at ease.

"I'm not leaving! I told you, you have to take me to the hospital the same way you brought me here!" the middle-aged man roared, his veins bulging. His face was flushed red, and his eyes were filled with anger and distrust.

"My life is my own, do you want me dead?"

A nearby policeman looked helplessly at Professor Qu Tangwei, his voice weary: "Professor Qu, what do you think of this?"

“What they said makes sense. They wouldn’t dare to leave without medical staff accompanying them.”

A hint of helplessness crossed his face. He knew that these patients were difficult to deal with, mainly because they were terrified.

"We have to leave now. We only treat critically ill patients here. These people only have superficial injuries."

"Where can we find an ambulance to take them to the hospital?" Qu Tangwei asked helplessly. The ambulances were all booked for seriously ill patients, and there were no spare vehicles to transport these lightly injured patients.

"Officer, I have confirmed their referral recommendation. Whether you take coercive measures or not is none of my business, nor can I control it."

"But I'm quite certain that these patients here, currently!"

While Qu Tangwei was negotiating with the police leader, Fang Ziye took a few steps closer and interrupted him, seemingly having a new idea.

“Professor Qu, let’s examine the patients one more time. If we can be absolutely certain that there is no potential damage to internal organs, then we can send them home or let them go to the hospital on their own.”

Fang Ziye's tone was sincere and firm. He knew that at this moment, every decision had to be made with caution, and he could not overlook any potential risks.

"Couldn't you police just make a call and an ambulance would come?" one person muttered, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

"Do you need an ambulance more right now, or does the other side need it more? Can't you consider the bigger picture?" One of the policemen was also a bit short-tempered.

"Don't you have any idea why the ambulance prioritized taking you instead of others?" His tone was tinged with helplessness and impatience.

The person who spoke turned their head away, muttering curses under their breath, clearly dissatisfied with what the police officer had said...

I understand the道理 (principles/reasons), but making the sensible choice is difficult.

Fang Ziye and Qu Tangwei didn't waste any more words, but instead went together to the patients lying on the trolleys...

The patients in the observation area were all conscious, and seeing Fang Ziye's sterile surgical gown covered in blood, they felt a chill. After all, the bloodstains on Fang Ziye were shocking and made them worry.

Fang Ziye walked up to a patient who was lying on the bed unable to move due to his injury. The patient looked at Fang Ziye with terrified eyes, his body trembling slightly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Ziye immediately began to examine him, his movements swift and skillful.

"What do you want? Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked, slightly frightened.

“This is Professor Fang, who is also a doctor. He will give you another physical examination. If there are no problems, he will transfer you away!” Qu Tangwei also became decisive.

"Does he mean I have to leave just because he says so?"

“Yes!” Fang Ziye’s answer was concise and decisive. He had to adopt a tough stance to keep these patients in check.

He's the team leader, he has to do it this way!
"Don't touch me!"

The patient was somewhat annoyed and slapped Fang Ziye's right arm with his still-good hand. He tried to push Fang Ziye away, but he found that Fang Ziye's arm was like steel and could not be moved at all.

"Don't move your hands!"

"If you move again, I'll have you carried out!" Fang Ziye didn't have time to explain in detail; his tone was impatient.

"You lift it!" the patient snapped, his face showing a hint of defiance, but mostly fear.

After conducting a preliminary examination of his lungs and abdomen and finding nothing amiss, Fang Ziye straightened up and said to Long Jinhua, who was standing not far away, "Long Jinhua, come over and help me carry him to the other side of the road!"

As soon as Fang Ziye finished speaking, he lifted one side of the flatbed cart, his movements swift and decisive.

"I'll see if you dare..." The patient panicked when he saw that Fang Ziye was really going to make a move, and his body trembled slightly.

"You really want it?"

"Murder!~" "Police, murder! Are you going to do anything about it?" He tried to ask the police for help, but the police just stood by and did not react at all.

Long Jinhua was a security guard in the villa area. He had become very close to Fang Ziye because Fang had given him cigarettes. When he heard Fang Ziye's call, he immediately ran over to help. He lifted the other side of the flatbed cart and walked towards the door. His movements were quick and powerful, without the slightest hesitation.

Fang Ziye and Long Jinhua were both very strong. The road was blocked off, and no one could enter or leave except for supplies and ambulances, so the road was very wide.

After Fang Ziye and Long Jinhua carried the patient to the other side of the road, they put him down immediately, their movements clean and efficient without any hesitation.

"Let him make a fuss. Send him back whenever he wants to," Fang Ziye said to the bus driver.

"Okay, Professor Fang, we won't force you!"

“They’re all resources.” The bus driver nodded; he also knew Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye and Long Jinhua turned and left.

"Don't leave! What are you doing?" The patient panicked even more when he saw that Fang Ziye and Long Jinhua were really going to leave him there. His voice was filled with despair.

"You carried me here...you're murdering me...you've murdered me..."

But Fang Ziye and Long Jinhua didn't turn their heads; they went straight to the next patient. They had to hurry and treat as many people as possible—this was their only mission at that moment. In an emergency, decisive action was crucial; otherwise, the patients would remain there, causing trouble and wasting precious time for rescue.

"Brother Ming, come and lend a hand!" Fang Ziye called out to Chen Qiangmin, a security guard he knew well and who was also a security guard in the experimental zone.

"Okay." Fang Ziye often went to the experimental area, so Chen Qiangmin was quite familiar with Fang Ziye, but not as close as with Long Jinhua.

But he also chose to help Fang Ziye.

"Don't touch me, I didn't offend you!"

When Fang Ziye approached the second patient, he shrank back in fear. He looked at Fang Ziye with terrified eyes, as if he were looking at a demon. He seemed to have realized that Fang Ziye was not someone to be trifled with.

Fang Ziye's actions were completely unexpected; he actually carried the person away!
Fang Ziye must have a lot of power, which made him even more afraid, and his eyes were filled with panic.

Fang Ziye couldn't worry about all that. These troublesome patients were generally not in mortal danger. He had to hurry and finish dealing with all the remaining patients.

However, to ensure he hadn't misjudged the situation, Fang Ziye still reached out and carefully examined the patient's mental state, pupils, and basic physical examination of the lungs and abdomen. After confirming there were no signs of abdominal injury such as a board-like abdomen, he quickened his pace slightly, as he needed to complete the examination of all patients in the shortest possible time.

Fang Ziye immediately ordered, "Take it to the other side!"

“I’m fucking stupid.”

"You're kidding me."

"I'll fuck your ancestors! You'll see if I kill your whole family after I recover!"

"You want to kill me?!" He bared his teeth and brandished his claws. He had injured both legs and a superficial wound on his lower right abdomen, but it had been temporarily treated. He struggled to get up, but there was no way to do so.

But he couldn't run away; he could only stand there shouting in vain, his face filled with anger and resentment...

"I'm going to die! I don't want to die, don't touch me!"

"If you fall and get hurt on your own, we won't be responsible!"

"You know the situation today. Even if you die, it's just another dead person in the statistic!" Long Jinhua's tone was cold. He knew that at this moment, he had to use a tough attitude to intimidate these troublemaking patients.

"You're not the one who's injured, are you?" His voice turned sharp, clearly enraged by Long Jinhua's words, his face filled with anger and resentment.

"You think it's unimportant, right?"

"Let me go...please, I have elderly parents and young children to support..."

The patient began to change tactics, his tone becoming pleading. Fear had clearly overcome his arrogance, and his voice was filled with pleas. He seemed to realize that he had no way to fight against the people in front of him.

"Professor Fang examined you and thinks you're fine; your problem isn't serious!"

"It's just a superficial injury," Long Jinhua reassured him.

“He’s just a young guy, what does he know?” the patient said, unconvinced.

"Brothers, let me go! Don't listen to him. You're not his lackeys."

"He didn't even understand medicine properly, why are you afraid of him?"

"Don't touch me, people will really die. There were people who died here."

"Brother, elder brother, godfather..."

Long Jinhua retorted angrily, "What do you know? Professor Fang is kind enough to treat you; you're incredibly lucky!"

After saying that, he gently placed the patient on the other side of the road, and after making sure the barriers on both sides were in place, he started walking back without the slightest hesitation.

Because Fang Ziye had already taken the first step, more people joined in, forcibly carrying the mild cases out of the connecting corridor at the entrance.

The cursing and swearing continued, but it gradually subsided. Clearly, they had realized that Fang Ziye really intended to carry people away!
They were injured and couldn't fight back, so they had no choice but to accept reality.

Although they were injured, they were not mentally ill, and there were police officers present. If they had actually hit them, given Fang Ziye's temperament, they would probably have "educated" them first before they could go to the hospital for treatment. They knew that in the current situation, they had no room for resistance.

"Professor Fang, what if?" Professor Qu Tangwei hesitated in a low voice beside Fang Ziye.

"No ifs."

Even if there were a "what if," neither of us would be held responsible!

“Layered positioning must also be implemented!” Fang Ziye knew what Qu Tangwei was going to say.

Qu Tangwei meant, what if something unexpected happens to these patients during transport?
Even if Fang Ziye can avoid taking responsibility, he will still face a lot more criticism, especially since he is a local...

But Fang Ziye can be shameless.

A person cannot have only one label. If good and evil must be clearly distinguished, Fang Ziye does not mind being a villain!
Qu Tangwei is not Fang Ziye, so he doesn't know how confident Fang Ziye is in his physical examination skills.

If they really encounter hidden injuries that even he can't detect, it can only be said that the patient is unlucky; if they stay here, they will die anyway!
There will be no other outcome.

On-site, opening up passageways and accelerating operational efficiency is the best choice!
Qu Tangwei looked at Fang Ziye, but could only see Fang Ziye's profile.

After examining the patient, Fang Ziye coldly uttered two words amidst the patient's struggling and fearful expression: "Carry him over!"

How could you, a young man, be so vicious?

"Don't you have any parents or relatives?"

Are you alone? (widower)

"Let me tell you, if anything happens to me, I will absolutely not let you off the hook!" The voice faded into the distance.

Fang Ziye could only suppress all the mixed emotions he felt!
After glancing at the bodies in the "observation area" that hadn't yet been transported to the "morgue," he walked without hesitation to the next patient.

It's possible that the four 'corpses' couldn't be saved because the time it took to transport them to the emergency room was delayed.

Therefore, Fang Ziye must play the villain.

He understood these people's fears, but he had to use force to dispel them!
(End of this chapter)