top student at medical school

Chapter 637 Folk Remedies and Merit Acquisition

The eight o'clock sunlight was dazzling enough, like a giant fireball hanging in the sky, mercilessly casting its scorching light down, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

A restless atmosphere permeated the air, as if a giant oven was baking the earth.

Song Libo stood at the entrance of the sanatorium, his body already soaked in sweat, then dried by the hot wind, repeating this process many times, leaving white salt stains on his body from the sweat.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and onto his scrubs, leaving dark watermarks.

He squinted slightly, trying to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight: "Dean Chen, please rest assured and don't call me again."

He paused, a wry smile playing on his lips, and added, "Otherwise, Mr. Chen and your granddaughter would definitely break this bone of mine!"

He knew that Chen Song, who was on the other end of the phone, was over ninety years old. Staying up all night was definitely not his forte, especially since the old man had been working tirelessly on-site all night, and his body must have reached its limit.

Song Libo had a deep understanding of Dean Chen Song's stubbornness and obstinacy. He knew that once Dean Chen Song was determined to do something, even the King of Heaven himself could not stop him.

Chen Xixian did what Chen Guangbai dared not do: rush to the scene to kidnap Chen Song. She really managed to "twist" her grandfather back!

Currently, he is the only person in the entire city of Enshi who dares to do this.

When she gets angry, apart from Chen Guangbai who can keep her in check, even the old master Chen and Song can't do anything about her and can only obediently follow her orders, which makes Song Libo feel both amused and helpless.

He didn't want to be caught in the middle of this family of three, spanning three generations...

"How is the situation at the sanatorium now?" On the other end of the phone, Chen Song's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of fatigue, but also unusually clear.

Although he was lying in his room, he still couldn't truly relax. His mind was always on the patients in the sanatorium, and he couldn't really fall asleep.

He was definitely tired, but he still felt uneasy. He woke up after only a short nap. Although his body was resting, his mind was racing, trying to figure out how to solve the current problem.

Outside the door, Chen Xixian heard Chen Song's voice. Her figure appeared silently at the door like a ghost. She was wearing a loose nightgown, her hair was a little messy, but her eyes were still sharp, like a blade.

Her voice was cold and laced with a hint of threat: "Grandpa, if you don't go to sleep soon, I'll unplug the internet cable!"

There was absolutely no room for negotiation in her tone!

All she knew was that Chen Song was her grandfather, not the hospital director or a top doctor in Enshi.

"Just for a little while!~"

"It'll only be a little while." Chen Song said, like a child who had made a mistake admitting to an adult.

His cell phone had been confiscated by Chen Xixian, and now the only usable phone was the landline on the bedside table. He sighed helplessly, his fingers resting limply on the bedside table.

Chen Xixian didn't say anything more, she just leaned against the door of Chen Song's room and played on her phone. Her eyes were fixed on the phone screen and her fingers kept swiping!

Her expression was cold and calm, as if she were indifferent to everything around her. However, she was constantly watching the movements in the room, and if Dean Chen Song made the slightest move, she would immediately take action...

In her opinion, her grandfather was so old that he should have retired long ago to enjoy his old age!
Going to mess with the nursing home is the old man's lifelong pursuit, and she won't stop him!

However, emergency care and on-site rescue were not places he should be, and she would never allow him to put himself in danger again.

China doesn't need a 90-year-old to play the hero; if it really did, it would be a bit ridiculous!
Chen Xixian calmly and frankly faced her selfishness. She watched the sunlight stream in through the window, casting long shadows on the floor of the room, and felt the cool air from the air conditioner brush against her cheeks...

She enjoyed the quiet cicada chirping, a tranquility that seemed especially precious at that moment.

She's not a medical professional, so she can accept everything calmly, quietly observe the situation, and be a perfect online well-wisher. She doesn't need to work as hard as her grandfather; she just needs to quietly protect the people she cherishes...

Her father's efforts allowed her to lie down and be content. She had the right to choose to be an ordinary person, and even more so, the right to force her grandfather to also be an ordinary person who evades responsibility.

Song Libo quickly replied, "Dean Chen, Professor Fang has already helped complete the emergency surgery in the operating room. Now we have professors to spare at the sanatorium!"

Song Libo's eyes widened slightly, no longer afraid of the glaring sunlight, "The operating rooms are all empty."

"Is the fire still burning?" Chen Song asked.

"It's been taken down. I heard it was taken down around 7 a.m.," Song Libo replied.

"The operating rooms are all empty, so I can rest assured!" Chen Song breathed a sigh of relief.

"After the surgery, we should gradually transfer the patients away, as our place is not suitable for them to stay for long."

"Moreover, although the fire has been extinguished, the rescue efforts at the scene must continue, and it is estimated that many more people will be injured."

"At that time, if they need it, they can be admitted to the hospital as the first group at any time."

“You should know best who I’m talking about!” Chen Song said.

It's impossible for no one to get injured while carrying out a mission; it's like an unbreakable curse. Every time a disaster strikes, someone will always get hurt.

While it's not a good thing to be so certain, every peace and tranquility comes from someone bearing the burden. Those who get hurt while protecting others are the true heroes.

We cannot ignore the harsh realities in pursuit of a better future. We cannot only see the beautiful side; we must also see those who pay the price for it.

"Dean Chen, don't worry, we will handle the follow-up work of comforting, explaining, and transferring the patient," Song Libo assured him.

"However, the number of inpatients in some hospitals in Enshi has also increased. It is estimated that it will be difficult to transfer them all away in a short period of time. We can only take it slowly."

You can't force them.

At least we can't drive someone to their death.

"I'm going to sleep now!" Chen Song said, then slid his body down slightly and lay down on the bed...

"Remember to keep a close eye on Professor Fang." Chen Song raised his voice, both as a reply to Song Libo and to his granddaughter Chen Xixian.

The surgeries for all the critically ill patients in the sanatorium were nearing completion, which was somewhat beyond his expectations and made him feel gratified.

He did not make the wrong choice. Professor Li Yongjun's suggestion was quite sincere. Under those circumstances, it was worthwhile to remotely order Fang Ziye to be recalled!
Song Libo immediately replied, "Dean Chen, don't worry, I've already given the instructions."

"Since Professor Fang returned, the situation and the pace of the rescue efforts at our sanatorium have become increasingly clear!"

"Dean Chen, I have to admire your keen eye!"

Chen Song said he was going to sleep, but he didn't hang up immediately. His tone carried a hint of emotion: "Actually, only professionals truly understand Fang Ziye."

"Professor Li Yongjun was the one who advised me to do everything I could to bring Fang Ziye back."

“Song Libo, I am a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, and you are in charge of logistics. Neither you nor I can fully understand Fang Ziye.”

"It's like if you asked me to handle your logistics, I could bankrupt the sanatorium. If I asked you to take the patients' pulses, you'd be staring at them with eyes bigger than the patients themselves."

"Heroes emerge in times of chaos!"

"This may sound harsh, but this whole thing didn't happen to give Fang Ziye a chance to be a hero."

"Fang Ziye..."

"He's really quite outstanding," Chen Song sighed.

Chen Song had analyzed all of Fang Ziye's whereabouts, and snatching him from the morgue was the most unexpected thing for him!

As a fellow doctor, he respected such miracles and also respected Fang Ziye.

Song Libo quickly said, "Dean Chen, Professor Yang Fenggen and others from the Department of Internal Medicine, Professor Li Yongjun and Professor Lin Qiaoshan from the Department of Surgery, Dr. Nie Mingxian and Dr. Wu Xuanqi are also doing their utmost."

"And Professor Mu Yi from the research area!"

"Mu Yi? Isn't he a researcher?" Chen Song was taken aback, his tone carrying a hint of doubt. His impression of Professor Mu Yi was limited to the field of scientific research.

“Yes, Dean Chen, I think Professor Mu Yi is the real hero who has been discovered!” Song Libo did not hesitate to recommend Mu Yi for credit, his tone full of praise for Professor Mu Yi.

“He may not be as outstanding as Professor Fang, but he must have suffered a lot of injustices before.”

"Okay. I understand." Chen Song hung up the phone completely.

……

……

At eight o'clock, the sanatorium's canteen finally opened.

The number of critically ill emergency patients being transferred in is decreasing, indicating that the on-site rescue work is gradually coming to an end!

However, this also means that a crueler reality is on the horizon, because the remaining patients are in more serious condition and may have already lost the opportunity to be transferred.

Therefore, Fang Ziye and the others took turns eating in the canteen. They needed to conserve their energy so that they could continue to engage in the battles to come.

Even while dining, you must maintain sufficient combat power.

Sleep is optional, but food is essential; this has become a consensus among medical staff.

Although Fang Ziye had eaten bread that night, he was still feeling very hungry, and his stomach was making a lot of noises.

Physical and mental labor both consume a lot of energy. For Fang Ziye, the energy he consumes is several times that of an ordinary person. He must replenish his energy as soon as possible to ensure the success of the upcoming battle.

Fang Ziye did not wolf down his food, but instead exchanged glances with Luo Tingzhu from a distance.

……

Professor Tang Meng and others from the Emergency Team 2, who were in charge of the transfer section at the sanatorium, had just returned and arrived at the canteen. They looked somewhat tired, wearing scrubs soaked with sweat, and their faces were full of weariness!

Their steps were heavy, and their faces looked even more exhausted!

Dark circles under their eyes looked like two huge black cloths covering their eye sockets; their eyes were bloodshot, and their lips were chapped.

However, when Tang Meng arrived at the sanatorium and passed by the entrance, he heard many people discussing Fang Ziye's invincible feat!

"Professor Fang, you worked hard last night!" Professor Tang Meng walked up to Fang Ziye, his tone filled with admiration. He forced a smile, his voice was a little hoarse, as if from talking for a long time, but his tone was still full of strength.

"Thank goodness you're here, it really is you!" Professor Tang Meng was tall and strong, like a small mountain. He had broad eyebrows, thick eyebrows and big eyes. His face showed fatigue and weariness, but his eyes were still full of strength.

He knew that Fang Ziye was an excellent doctor with outstanding abilities.

Fang Ziye does human affairs, but he does jobs that non-humans find unpleasant!
Ox-Head and Horse-Face are probably about to cry because they can't complete their assigned tasks!
What others cannot do is mysterious and inconceivable.

"Professor Tang, you've all worked very hard too." Fang Ziye's words were sincere, his eyes filled with respect for Professor Tang Meng. He knew that the medical staff in the transfer team had also made tremendous efforts.
"The patients we saved were all opportunities you snatched back. Without your protection on the road, we wouldn't have had the chance to act."

"Professor Fang, let's eat first," Tang Meng said.

Fang Ziye nodded.

After Tang Meng and the others lined up to get their breakfast, a group of people gradually approached.

Professor Tang Jian from the Department of Anesthesiology frowned and asked, "Professor Tang, isn't the scene a bit more brutal?"

"The patients who have been rescued now don't even have a chance to be transferred?"

Each incident begins with mild cases, then the symptoms gradually worsen, the number of cases increases, then the number decreases, and opportunities are gradually lost...

This is the pattern of disasters: the further time goes on, the more brutal the consequences become, and the fewer patients can be treated. This is an unchangeable fact.

Tang Meng nodded, his lips pressed tightly into a line, his throat felt like it was blocked by something, he swallowed with difficulty, and his throat became constricted!

The others simply sat down with Tang Meng and did not respond to Professor Tang Jian's words, which was considered an admission of this fact!

Tang Meng nodded again, then lowered his head to eat, remaining silent.

Silence speaks louder than words at this moment.

The atmosphere that followed was quite eerie!
In the canteen where thirty people sat around a table, apart from the slurping sounds made by a few people as they ate their porridge, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, as if the whole world had stood still.

No one spoke, no one made a sound; everyone ate their breakfast in silence, knowing they needed to replenish their energy as quickly as possible to continue fighting.

After sunrise, the weather in June is always sunny and bright, even scorching hot. The light rises and shines through the fog, forming wedge-shaped pillars of light that are projected onto the cafeteria floor, reflecting a dazzling light. These rays are like sharp swords, piercing everyone's eyes and hearts.

Around 8:10, Fang Ziye finished eating. He gently placed his plate on the table, his movements very quiet, as if afraid of disturbing everyone. He didn't ask any more questions, but instead walked towards the cafeteria entrance.

After leaving the house, Fang Ziye instinctively squinted his eyes. His eyes were already extremely sore, and he just wanted to rest as soon as possible. He was feeling very tired.

Sleepiness gradually crept in, like a giant net, trapping him tightly. Once the intense tension subsided and his nerves relaxed, he felt even more tired…

"Professor Fang, are you finished eating? Then let's go in and eat!" As Fang Ziye stretched, Professor Lin Qiaoshan stood up, forcing a smile on his face.

Professor Kuang Leyou, a spinal surgeon, approached and gently smoothed out the wrinkles in Fang Ziye's scrubs. He then picked up a blood-red, withered leaf from Fang's hat; the leaf had been stuck there at some point and still bore traces of dried blood.

"Thank you, Professor Kuang. I didn't even realize it. Am I looking quite disheveled?" Fang Ziye said somewhat awkwardly.

He wondered if he looked pathetic in his current state!
Kuang Leyou took a step back, carefully examined Fang Ziye with respect in his eyes, and then said earnestly, "No, Professor Fang, you look very energetic."

"We can only rest because of Professor Fang!"

"This is a time for rest and food!" Kuang Leyou said, his voice cracking.

Now, apart from Professor Tang Henian of neurosurgery who is still working hard in the operating room, the other senior surgeons can basically take a break temporarily!
This indicates that the work in the operating room is gradually coming to an end.

But the peace and happiness of everyone is always because someone is bearing the burden for you; this is an unchangeable fact.

Their comfort was undoubtedly earned by Fang Ziye through his own physical strength and energy. Fang Ziye was using his body to create a peaceful haven for them. The workload hadn't decreased at all; it was Fang Ziye who single-handedly shouldered even more, which resulted in increased efficiency!
Fang Ziye's abilities are beyond question.

The only variable in the sanatorium's surgical team was Fang Ziye's sudden addition, which changed the entire team's operating model.

Anyone with a brain can figure out the key point.

Fang Ziye was only a few years older than his child.

"Team Leader Fang, you should go and get some rest," Kuang Leyou said solemnly.

“Okay!” Fang Ziye nodded in agreement.

I'm definitely tired.

However, just then, Fang Ziye's phone rang again, the shrill ring breaking the brief silence.

Fang Ziye picked it up, then abruptly raised his eyelids: "Professor Li!"

"Fang Ziye, I heard that the surgeries at the sanatorium are almost finished, right?" Li Yongjun's voice was short and sharp, like a sharp blade cutting through the calm air. His tone left no room for doubt, and he seemed to know everything about the sanatorium.

“Yes, Professor Li,” Fang Ziye said calmly.

"After Dean Chen left, he asked me to temporarily assume the duties of the sanatorium's director. You are now in charge of all emergency rescue tasks within the sanatorium, including those of Professor Lin Qiaoshan and Professor Tang Jian from the Department of Anesthesiology."

"They are the team leader and deputy team leader, and you need to come to the scene immediately."

"I've already contacted the car service at the entrance. You can bring two people and come directly over." Li Yongjun's voice was icy, without a single wasted word.

There is no room for refutation.

"Professor Li? Me." Fang Ziye hesitated for a moment. His body was nearing its limit, and he really needed to rest. He was extremely tired.

He's not made of iron; he's human too. He gets tired sometimes, and he needs to rest...

"It's none of your business, you'd better come over here right now!" Li Yongjun's voice was crisp and decisive!
Compared to Professor Li Yongjun, my working hours are much shorter.

"Alright!" Fang Ziye replied.

"Wu Xuanqi, Nie Mingxian, you two come with me!" Fang Ziye subconsciously chose the two people who were relatively the best in terms of skills and physical strength.

Wu Xuanqi was guarding the entrance and hadn't had breakfast yet. He had just stood up to walk to the cafeteria when he suddenly heard Fang Ziye calling him. He paused, a look of confusion on his face. He turned around and looked at Fang Ziye: "What?"

"Aren't you even going to feed us?" His tone was a mix of joking complaint and slight grievance.

Nie Mingxian also looked at Fang Ziye with a puzzled expression.

Fang Ziye isn't the kind of person who would bite the hand that feeds him!

"Professor Li asked us to go to the site."

"The car is right outside!" Fang Ziye said, and then ran out quickly. He moved so fast that he disappeared at the entrance of the cafeteria like a gust of wind, crossing the front hall of the sanatorium.

Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian immediately tensed up.

Jokes aside, a mission is a mission.

Nie Mingxian turned around, grabbed two handfuls of bread and milk, and stuffed them into his pocket. He knew they didn't have time to eat and would have to eat on the road.

Li Yongjun was his teacher, and he had to respect and obey his teacher's orders.

Wu Xuanqi was only stunned for two seconds before his hips twisted in an extremely exaggerated arc. Like an acrobat, he turned around in a very exaggerated posture and did a 270-degree spin jump!

After regaining his footing, he quickly rushed out...

Fang Ziye did not meet with Professor Lin Qiaoshan and Professor Tang Jian in person. Instead, after getting into the car, he asked the driver to rush over and then called them one by one to inform them of the situation. He knew that time was of the essence and he had to let Professor Lin Qiaoshan and Professor Tang Jian know his decision as soon as possible so that they could prepare.

"Professor Lin, Professor Li appoints you as the leader of the surgical emergency rescue team. You will be fully responsible for all subsequent surgical emergency work."

"Professor Tang Jian from the Department of Anesthesiology remains the deputy team leader."

"I now……"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiaoshan took a deep breath, his brows instinctively furrowing tightly. He was holding a plate when he heard Fang Ziye's words and took another deep breath.

“Okay! Professor Fang!” His voice was a little hoarse, but still full of strength.

"If things aren't too busy right now, we can take turns resting. There's no need for everyone to be huddled together under pressure," Fang Ziye suggested.

Lin Qiaoshan understood Fang Ziye's meaning and immediately began to select people.

If the patients we had earlier were just appetizers, then every patient and every surgery that comes in from now on will be the main event, the real challenge!

"Professor Gong Jiahe, Professor Du Donglin, your two groups will take turns resting. Professor Gong's trauma surgery group will rest first and then come back to take over in four hours."

"Professor Kuang Leyou, Professor Bi Weiqing, your two groups will take turns resting, and each will be responsible for patients with neurological and traumatic brain injuries, respectively!"

“Your two teams must have someone present for every rescue.”

"Our hepatobiliary surgery team and vascular surgery team take turns resting, and someone from each team must be present for every resuscitation!"

"Each specialist group leader is assigned a break slot."

Lin Qiaoshan immediately instructed: "Professor Hu Hongqing, Dai Zhongyin, Liu Guo, you three or four hours later, at 12:28, come back here to take over the mission. Now, go back and rest!"

"Professor Su Haijian, you stay with me!"

Su Haijian nodded, lifted his eyelids slightly after listening, and then continued to doze off.

I'll take a nap whenever I can, because later I might not even have time to nap...

……

The scenery outside the window was reflected back, blurring into streaks of light and shadow, and receding rapidly!
Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, and Wu Xuanqi sat side by side, all three looking somewhat tired. They didn't speak, but simply gazed quietly at the scenery outside the window.

Fang Ziye sat alone, his body leaning slightly back against the car window, his eyes slowly closing.

Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi sat next to each other, with bread crumbs and milk residue mingling at the corners of their mouths.

After Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian finished eating their bread, they threw the trash into the bin.

Wu Xuanqi pulled out a packet of betel nuts and several packets of extra-spicy Mala Prince cigarettes, a wicked smile spreading across his face: "Chew two together, that way your lips will get sore more easily, plus this stuff!"

"It is estimated that all patients under general anesthesia will wake up."

His tone was slightly teasing; he was trying to lighten the mood and make everyone feel more relaxed.

"Don't ask me how I know about this folk remedy."

Wu Xuanqi's smug tone did not make Fang Ziye think he was a fool.

Anyone with a normal mind wouldn't stimulate their nerves like that. Wu Xuanqi's skills were developed through perseverance and a lot of hard work.

Nie Mingxian and Fang Ziye didn't say anything, but silently accepted the betel nuts and spicy strips that Wu Xuanqi handed them!

Although Wu Xuanqi's folk remedy was somewhat unconventional, it was extremely useful at this time. After all, one couldn't fight with a brain full of mush, could one?
Who knows what the situation is like on the scene?
Originally, all three of them could have gone back to rest, but Professor Li Yongjun's words meant they had to pull themselves together...

Fang Ziye felt that he had overused his brain, at least for now. His brain was becoming somewhat sluggish, and he needed some stimulation to keep himself awake.

All three opted for the folk remedy of intensifying the effect, placing all three pieces in their mouths together and chewing them with the spicy strips. Red chili oil oozed from the corners of their mouths, staining their teeth a deep crimson, as if they were chewing bones...

"If I have time later, I'll go buy three more sticks of wasabi!" Wu Xuanqi continued to demonstrate his extensive knowledge.

"Have some water." Nie Mingxian looked at Fang Ziye, his gaze subtly revealing a hint of heartache.

Although Fang Ziye joined the battle midway, his workload was definitely much greater than the combined workload of him and Wu Xuanqi alone.

Fang Ziye spent less than half the time, completing more work in less time.

Doing more things in a shorter period of time either requires mental effort or a greater amount of physical exertion.

Feeling sorry for someone has nothing to do with their gender or romantic love; it's a kind of understanding and care that comes from a fellow human being.

Fang Ziye took the bottle of mineral water, opened the cap, and took a big gulp. He felt a refreshing coolness and his mind became clearer. He said, "I have never been to a scene like this before."

Wu Xuanqi pursed his lips: "I've been there, it's really exciting, he's been there too..."

Fang Ziye looked at the two of them, then at the spicy strips in his hand.

Fang Ziye remembered that when he was working in the countryside in Enshi, someone once said that Wu Xuanqi and Nie Mingxian had participated in on-site emergency rescue in Enshi and had made a good reputation.

This has led many people to know that Nie Mingxian has a high level of clinical skill!
Otherwise, as an anesthesiologist, he wouldn't be memorable to other surgeons; he has a wealth of clinical experience.

"Then you guys should take me with you when you come," Fang Ziye said.

Neither of them replied, but simply nodded silently. They knew that Fang Ziye was extremely capable!

Whether or not to bring it is another matter, but it would be good to give Fang Ziye some experience.

……

After the car stopped, Fang Ziye and the other two quickly jumped out.

Fang Ziye and his two companions were all wearing green scrub suits, which is one of the most obvious identifiers at present. Therefore, Fang Ziye and his companions were allowed to enter the cordon without any hindrance!

There weren't many people outside the cordon!
Therefore, more than twelve hours have passed, and the onlookers have long since gone home.

Those still outside the scene are mostly people who are worried about them, and they can only wait outside!
Even from nearly a hundred meters away, Fang Ziye could smell a burnt odor.

It has a glue-like smell, and also a unique smell of burnt protein.

In the distance, black smoke continued to billow.

Ash lingered in the air, rolling down.

Fang Ziye knew that farmers' market; the alley was narrow, but the fruits and vegetables were very cheap, and there was a lot of foot traffic…

Now only a chaotic ruin remains, the black frame standing out starkly in the morning light, like the skeleton of a monster, exposed menacingly to the air.

Ash and debris covered the ground like a thick black carpet, making a soft "rustling" sound when stepped on.

As they got closer, they finally saw the actual scene.

The charred wooden beams and twisted steel bars are piled up in an irregular pattern, blocking the view.

In some places, the flames have been completely extinguished, leaving only ashes and embers quietly radiating their last heat, while in other places, wisps of smoke still rise, wandering like ghosts over the ruins.

Some burnt and deformed metal objects, such as water pipes, door handles, and even some unrecognizable household items, were scattered around, their surfaces covered with a thick layer of black grime, having lost their original luster.

The walls were charred black, and in some places they had even collapsed, exposing the bricks and cement inside, which were also blackened by smoke and had lost their original color.

The three of them had reached the very bottom, and since they were not professionals, they were not allowed to move any further.

Fang Ziye spotted Professor Li Yongjun immediately. At that moment, Professor Li was squatting down examining a person who was almost completely dehydrated. After a while, he shook his head and covered the person with a white sheet.
He gestured to two uniformed firefighters to step back, and once they did, he never had another chance to go back on the field; he was originally alone.

Now there's another honorary title, one you can receive effortlessly...

(End of this chapter)