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Chapter 638 Urgent! (Please Subscribe)

"Professor Li..." Fang Ziye quickened his pace.

"teacher…"

"Come with me." Li Yongjun didn't have time to explain to the two of them; he was holding the pager in his hand.

"I'm bringing three people from the 11 o'clock direction to handle emergency surgical duties. Please let them through!"

"Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, Wu Xuanqi."

“Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, Wu Xuanqi…” Li Yongjun repeated the three names on the pager.

"Are you waiting for me to treat you to a meal?" Li Yongjun said, then scolded Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian.

The term "emergency" implies urgency on the scene, while in a hospital, the focus is on diagnosis.

“We don’t know where eleven o’clock is,” Fang Ziye said truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Li Yongjun quickly turned around and found a volunteer wearing a red sleeve: "Young lady, could you please take them to the 11 o'clock direction?"

“Okay!” The girl recognized Li Yongjun and nodded silently.

"Come with me..."

Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, and the other two glanced at the "firefighter" brother who was being carried away. In the end, Fang Ziye did not dare to cause any further trouble.

In the sanatorium, medical treatment is the top priority.

Here, time is of the essence, and urgency is the top priority!

The farmers' market was roughly square, and various directions were marked on it, possibly because it was wet from the rain. However, Fang Ziye, Nie Mingxian, and the other two were not there immediately and could only follow along.

However, as the three of them jogged after the little girl, Fang Ziye saw another text message from Luo Tingzhu: "Senior brother, a burn patient has passed away."

Lan Tianluo's message was even shorter: "7 rooms are gone."

Fang Ziye quickly put his phone back.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Just because you are living a certain life doesn't mean you'll always be living one.

The level 6 skill is incredibly useful, but without its assistance, the difficulty of rescue will inevitably increase many times over.

My individual abilities are limited, but I can only guarantee that I will save one person if I see them. If I don't see them, I can't worry about that!

Soon, the three of them were taken to the 11 o'clock position!

Two people in green were making makeshift bandages on a person in a white coat. Thirty meters away, there were still sparks and traces of an explosion.

The ground was covered with bricks, tiles, and stones, making it appear dark and grimy.

"Stop! Don't go any further. There was an explosion inside twenty minutes ago, and they are currently investigating."

"I have received orders that your medical team must retreat another twenty meters!" Just as the young girl and her team were about to enter, they were stopped by the fire department.

It's not that doctors are delicate and can't be approached too closely, but getting too close would be pointless and would only increase the fire department's responsibility.

If you put consumers in the medical team to be in charge of emergency care, it will only make the medical team's workload even heavier.

Industry specializing in surgery.

After Fang Ziye and his two companions paused, Fang Ziye saw Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi approach the injured man in the white coat with great experience.

Then it was also seen that the arms of two people wearing green clothes were burned.

Although it's not serious, it's definitely not possible for him to continue performing his duties on site.

"No problem. I'm a surgeon myself. I'll just find a place to clean and suture the wound later, and get a tetanus shot."

"You three are here to replace us on our mission, right?"

"This area is mostly occupied by restaurants."

"Be careful later on, and avoid getting injured." The doctor in the white coat looked at his makeshift bandages, his eyes gentle.

After the tense look in his eyes relaxed, he began to feel tired.

Another person in green said, "Director Zhong, some brothers are coming. We're leaving."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Xuegao turned around to look.

"Brother Zhong?"

"Professor Fang?"

"Director Wu, Director Nie?" Four pairs of eyes met, and they even ran into acquaintances.

The so-called Director Zhong is the same Zhong Xuegao whom Fang Ziye had met in the Department of Trauma Surgery at the Central Hospital.

"Hello, Brother Zhong!" Fang Ziye extended his hand as Zhong Xuegao approached.

However, before Zhong Xuegao could say anything more, the voices of search and rescue firefighters approached from afar: "There are people over here!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Xuegao stopped in his tracks, then silently took out gloves from his pocket and began to tear open the bag.

Fang Ziye and his group also took back the words that were about to come out, their eyes darting around as they began to check the available supplies on site.

Very simple.

Tracheostomy kit, wound cleaning kit, gauze, bandages, plaster cast, gloves, povidone-iodine, etc.

Gone!

Wu Xuanqi, who was closest, grabbed a few gloves and handed them to Fang Ziye and Nie Mingxian.

Without any hesitation, the two began to quickly put on their gloves.

"Don't come any closer! We're bringing people over." Because the previous medical team had been injured, the firefighter in charge of the defense line quickly reminded them.

To prevent Fang Ziye and others from getting injured while trying to get close to the front and back.

Enshi is currently facing a severe shortage of medical resources. Doctors from the county and surrounding cities have been transferred here, but the emergency room is still operating beyond capacity.

The patients at the scene were getting increasingly critical, and if no doctor was present, they would only be left to wait for death.

"Boom!~"

In a moment that went unnoticed by everyone, the sound of something collapsing rang out.

Everyone quickly turned to look.

A firefighter fell to the ground, landing on his right arm and rolling several times.

They quickly dodged the rolling cement blocks.

Several people next door quickly pulled him up.

"what?!"

"Ah!~"

"Don't move! Don't move!" The older brother who was being pulled immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Lift it up!" another person shouted.

Fang Ziye and the others tensed up instantly as they watched as two people carried him closer on a stretcher.

Humans are just mortal beings; firefighter suits are not magical artifacts, much less divine weapons. There is no way to separate them from their flesh and blood.

Even if you fall, it will still hurt, it will still hurt, and you will still cry out.

As he approached, Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi immediately stepped forward to conduct various professional physical examinations.

(Note: The distinction between fractures and dislocations, as well as the direction and nature of dislocations, were explained in a previous article, so I won't repeat it here. Just be aware that this is a basic concept.)
“Anterior shoulder dislocation, Ziye, you handle this, you're more professional,” Wu Xuanqi said after confirming there was no fracture.

"Brother, sit down! Take off your clothes," Fang Ziye reassured him.

"Will it hurt a lot?" He started to unzip his clothes with his healthy hand, while Nie Mingxian and Wu Xuanqi began to help him take off his clothes.

At this moment, Zhong Xuegao, who was originally the team leader, was smiling and explaining, "It hurts a little. These guys are very professional and specialize in treating injuries like dislocations."

"Do you know Dr. Wu Xuanqi, the former chief physician at Minzu University Hospital?"

Unfortunately, the firefighters didn't recognize him!
However, he knew that Zhong Xuegao was the team leader, and Wu Xuanqi was already in his late thirties and seemed quite trustworthy.

With the two of them in the picture, it would be more natural for Fang Ziye to take action.

Wu Xuanqi very professionally arrived at the auxiliary fixation position for manual reduction.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Ziye used the external rotation reduction method to reposition the patient's dislocation.

The clicking sound was almost immediately followed by an intensified pain, which was then followed by an immediate and pleasant relief!
"It's ready. Try raising your hand first," Fang Ziye instructed after checking the passive movement a couple of times.

"Wow, that really works!" The firefighter's eyes lit up, and he stood up. "Captain, I'm all set."

Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi stopped him, saying, "Your current condition is not suitable for going in. If you have enough manpower, go back and rest."

"Dislocation has already occurred, and it is very easy for it to dislocate again."

Explanation is also a doctor's order!
After saying that, Nie Mingxian whistled, and Wu Xuanqi immediately jumped up and ran away.

It turned out to be the 'person' that the firefighters had found earlier.

They can barely be called human.

Its entire body was pitch black, with its nostrils and mouth completely black, showing no trace of blood.

If it weren't human-shaped, wearing clothes, with a slight rise and fall of its chest, it wouldn't have any human characteristics whatsoever.

The two of them have already opened the airway very professionally. Nie Mingxian has experience in anesthesia before and is very professional in this area!
Fang Ziye approached belatedly, and then carefully examined the chest and abdomen.

Those rescued at this point in time, even if they weren't burned, were likely unconscious from suffocation.

Fang Ziye casually checked and felt a layer of dust on his hands, which made his examination even more difficult.

Fortunately, the level 6 physical examination sensory organs are very sensitive, and even through a layer, they can still feel the subtle pulsation.

“There’s no substantial organ damage, but the airway is blocked. Stop what you’re doing and just do a tracheotomy!” Fang Ziye said quickly.

This patient is breathing weakly; he is suffocating!
Burning produces smoke and soot, which, when inhaled, accumulates in the respiratory tract. Cleaning up the smoke at this point only wastes time.

Nie Mingxian had no doubts and immediately opened the tracheotomy kit.
Wu Xuanqi had already picked up the iodine solution bottle and started "washing" the patient's neck. He rubbed it several times before the white substance was revealed.

Fang Ziye would then take the opportunity to look for open wounds on the patient's abdomen, thighs, and other areas to avoid misdiagnosing the condition.

His gaze was askew.

Nie Mingxian's tracheotomy was very fast; the trachea was opened in just over forty seconds.

Then, the patient's chest finally began to rise and fall rapidly.

Tracheotomy can be understood as moving the patient's nose down to the larynx, and after the breathing movements begin to continue, a gurgling sound is produced.

More than a minute later, the patient regained some consciousness and began to cover his neck.

"Tie him up!~"

"Get him to the nearest surgical vehicle immediately for airway and digestive tract cleaning, fluid replacement, and correction of electrolyte imbalance," Nie Mingxian said.

But after Nie Mingxian finished speaking, he realized that he couldn't give any orders to the people present.

Zhong Xuegao is the team leader, Fang Ziye is more capable than him, and Wu Xuanqi is about the same level as him.

“I’ll go, so I can look out for you on the way!” Nie Mingxian said.

The other two volunteers quickly picked up the stretcher and headed outside.

There are only three purposes to on-site first aid.

First, ensure the patient can breathe.

Second, ensure the patient has an airway.

Third, minimize bleeding for the patient...

Whether they die or not is beyond the control of those on site.

One person was sent away just like that, and Nie Mingxian walked away.

The firefighter who had previously dislocated his joint returned: "The captain told me to follow you guys and see if I can do some heavy lifting."

“I’ve only been here a short time, so it’s not appropriate for me to go back right away,” he said to Zhong Xuegao.

After Fang Ziye and the others arrived, Zhong Xuegao remained petrified.

The reason is simple: he is not worthy of the title of captain.

He was certain he wasn't qualified to be the group leader, but that's how the medical team was structured.

He had no choice but to relinquish control: "Professor Fang, Director Wu, why don't you two take me to the hospital for emergency treatment..."

"When the patient arrives later, the two of you will be the primary caregivers."

Wu Xuanqi and Fang Ziye exchanged a glance, and then Wu Xuanqi pointed at Fang Ziye: "Let him be the leader."

As the group was talking, two men carrying a dark 'object' approached. The man in blue, who was walking in front of the stretcher, asked, "Doctor, is there any hope for this?"

Fang Ziye looked up and saw that the 'corpse' on the stretcher was mostly missing its right leg; he didn't know why only the right leg was burned...

The broken end was as black as charcoal.

Fang Ziye instinctively reached out and touched it.

Not to mention the pulse, even the coldness of the corpse was gone; the high temperature had denatured all the proteins in his body.

He shook his head slightly, without replying.

The two men carried it away without any hesitation.

As the two walked past, Fang Ziye's heart skipped a beat.

Gone!

There wasn't even a chance to hesitate.

This is not a sanatorium. Patients sent to sanatoriums are those who have survived this ordeal before they have a chance to become seriously ill.

Before Fang Ziye could hesitate, two firefighters rushed over from a distance.

"Doctor, doctor, come here!" They didn't come from the eleven o'clock direction, but approached from the side.

It's possible it came from the 10 o'clock direction.

"What's going on?" Fang Ziye immediately became nervous.

"They said there's a better chance it was delivered here, but we don't know the details. We found it in the basement." The two approached and crossed over.
Only then did Fang Ziye and the others see the glaring blood color beyond the black.

The person was not burned, but had bruises from being hit.

The clothes were torn by something, looking tattered and soaked in blood!
The patient appears to have stopped breathing.

"Put it flat and on the car," Fang Ziye said quickly.

The two did so.

Wu Xuanqi threw away the gloves he was about to change, quickly approached, and then began to lift the patient's clothes around his abdomen.

The wound on the patient's abdomen had clotted blood under the chin of his clothes and on his pants, and no fresh blood was seeping out at this moment.

Wherever the blood passed, it congealed into clumps!

"Weak breathing and a rapid, thin pulse!"

"Quickly establish an intravenous line and start the IV drip," Fang Ziye instructed, bowing his head. Several nurses nearby immediately tensed up.

Zhong Xuegao then took on the role of assistant, starting to tear open the wound cleaning kit, tracheotomy kit, and other items.

"The blood clot has formed on the outside, but there's still bleeding inside. We need to break open the clot and then quickly stop the bleeding!"

"Brother Wu, you have to come with me and stop all the bleeding as quickly as possible!"

Although the blood clot that has already formed will prevent blood from flowing out of his abdomen, there is still bleeding in his abdomen, which must be treated.

Waiting there will only lead to death.

This person must have taken refuge in the basement and was injured by the falling object, but was never found, which is why they are in this situation now.

Wu Xuanqi didn't respond, but continued to observe the patient's mouth. After confirming that there was no blockage, he nodded.
When Zhong Xuegao saw Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi begin "dredging blood," he was horrified!
Skill breeds daring. Is it really necessary to go to such lengths to snatch something like this?

Without any auxiliary examinations, without endotracheal intubation, without an anesthesiologist, without an operating table, right there on a trolley next to the scene, you dare to cut open the abdomen to stop the bleeding?

If this procedure were so simple, 95 percent of emergency room patients worldwide would not die.

"Me." Zhong Xuegao only uttered one word before stopping.

Because Fang Ziye and Wu Xuanqi have already started working on it!
There was no way to stop it.

At worst, doing it will just be a waste of energy and people will die.

No need for that. Just send it to the place where bodies are kept so people can claim it. You'll definitely miss it. Sending it to the hospital won't help either!
After a blood clot forms, a somewhat stress-relieving sensation is the feeling of being pulled.

With a simple pull, you can pull out strands or chunks of material.

Fang Ziye is currently doing this kind of complicated work.

Piece by piece, strip by strip!
After tearing seven or eight strips and three or four pieces, the first blood vessel finally broke free of pressure and began to boil!
However, it didn't get excited for even a second before Fang Ziye abruptly stopped it!

The crisp click of the hemostat was clearly audible.

The pulling continued, revealing a layer of reddish-yellow fat, followed by the intestines and fecal matter...

The smell was very strong; a surgical mask couldn't block it out.

However, neither Fang Ziye nor Wu Xuanqi frowned and continued to delve deeper.

Another one!
Since Wu Xuanqi was in the advantageous position, he immediately clamped the fist, and after releasing his right hand, he picked up a hemostat again with his right hand.

Fang Ziye continued to scoop it out.

After the hemostat in my left hand pried open the retroperitoneum, it was like stirring up a hornet's nest; blood gushed out.

Fang Ziye threw the blood clot out with his left hand, then reached in with his right. After rotating it a few times, he gathered the blood and grabbed the largest blood vessel remnant, squeezing it tightly!
"Hemostats!" Fang Ziye called out as Wu Xuanqi was still searching for the right spot.

Wu Xuanqi slapped the hemostat into Fang Ziye's palm.

Fang Ziye reached in with his left hand, using his right hand as a reference, and got closer to the bleeding point, then clamped it shut with a snap.

The whole world seemed to have stopped.

Fang Ziye released his hands and quickly ordered, "Right femoral artery, left external iliac artery."

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Xuanqi put the hemostat and his hand into the hole, began to locate the aorta with his index finger, and then slid it down.

When the left hand fingers estimated that they had reached the bifurcation of the right femoral artery, the hemostat in the right hand had already been pressed in, and then the same technique was repeated, with the hemostat in the left hand also being pushed in.

"My heart is beating very fast and my blood pressure is very low!" the nurse who had temporarily connected to the cardiac monitor replied.

If someone loses so much blood and their blood pressure is still high, that would be strange.

"The bleeding has been stopped. Quickly transfer him to the ambulance. There may be spare blood and adrenaline on the 120 ambulance."

"We can only stop the bleeding on site," Fang Ziye told Wu Xuanqi.

After Wu Xuanqi withdrew his hands and saw no further active bleeding in the abdominal cavity, he immediately stood up: "Come with me and take the patient out."

“Okay!” The two firefighters didn’t hesitate.

Pick it up and leave.

After the group left, Zhong Xuegao swallowed hard a few times: "Professor Fang, is there any chance this patient will survive?"

Fang Ziye shook his head: "If the surgery and blood transfusion are timely and the monitoring is effective, he can definitely survive."

"But without blood and proper monitoring and care, there is a more than 90% chance of death."

But Fang Ziye couldn't go with him. At the scene, he could only try to give the other party a chance to survive.

Will they die during the transport?

Are there any unexpected complications during the surgery? Is there a risk of cardiac arrest during the recovery period?
Fang Ziye couldn't care less about all that.

There was only one word on the scene.

urgent! ~
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Zhong Xuegao's pager had already started ringing: "Director Zhong, Director Zhong, I've called a patient to come over to you. He has severe bleeding in his lower abdomen."

"Professor Li, the head of the surgical emergency team, said that you have an experienced surgeon who can handle this kind of injury at 11 o'clock."

"Yes, it's all done! The bleeding has been stopped and the body has been sent to the transport center," Zhong Xuegao replied.

"what?"

"Oh!" The other party immediately hung up.

Shocked, but not conflicted.

Point to end.

No one has the opportunity to waste time.

"I'm out, am I out?"

"Am I out?" Just as Zhong Xuegao hung up the phone, a heart-wrenching sound came from afar, followed by a laugh that sounded like someone who had survived a disaster.

Am I not dead?

“You’re injured,” a firefighter said.

"I'm really not dead." He laughed heartily.

"Could you give me a phone call so I can let my family know I'm safe?"

"I lost my phone."

"We'll save you first, then we'll talk after the doctor sees you." The firefighter was actually happy to talk to him a little more.

The atmosphere at the scene was too oppressive.

Aside from orders, there were only corpses, or people who died on the way to be carried out.

Their emotions had reached a freezing point; if they dropped any further, they might break down.

But to my surprise, the man didn't reply; his eyes gradually became vacant...

The firefighters assumed he was just resting.

However, upon hearing about the patient's sudden dramatic ups and downs, Fang Ziye knew that his condition might be very bad.

If he had maintained a calm mindset, his blood flow wouldn't have accelerated, and he might not have lost blood so quickly.

But that excited shout just now could have taken him a few more steps closer to death.

However, Fang Ziye didn't have a chance to explain it to him; he could only confirm the situation once he got closer!

After he got close, Fang Ziye quickly scanned the area.

The cardiac monitor had been taken away by the previous patient, so the nurse could only visually assess the patient's breathing rhythm and measure blood oxygen levels and heart rate by finger pressure.

The patient was lucky; there were no obvious external injuries.

His pupils weren't very large, but he seemed rather listless, suggesting it wasn't a head injury, but rather a semi-comatose state on the verge of shock.

The physical examination included auscultation. Fang Ziye picked up Zhong Xuegao's stethoscope and quickly listened to the breathing and heart rhythm. So far, everything was fine.

There is only one possibility: the patient has an underlying medical condition, and this sudden excitement caused a spike in local blood pressure, leading to active bleeding in the abdomen.

His danger did not come from the fire, but from that moment of great joy and excitement.

"Professor Fang, what about this?" Zhong Xuegao asked, puzzled.

It's really difficult to deal with a comatose patient without any external injuries.

"Give me the knife, cut open my abdomen!" Fang Ziye said.

The debridement kit belonged to the previous patient, and the new one hadn't been opened yet. However, Zhong Xuegao didn't care about that and quickly grabbed the needle holder to start attaching the blade.

Fang Ziye then splashed iodine complex onto the patient's abdomen and used the patient's clothes as gauze for simple disinfection!
After soaking his palms in the remaining iodine, Fang Ziye picked up the knife that Zhong Xuegao had brought him.

One cut breaks the skin, another cut goes straight to the muscle. With skillful hands, the gaps between the muscles are opened, and the back of the knife is used to make a blunt incision.

Upon reaching the abdominal wall, Fang Ziye directly cleaved it open with the tip of his knife.

None of them conformed to the rules, but Fang Ziye's incision technique was good enough that even so, the patient did not bleed much, and the incision was not small.

After opening the abdomen, everything inside the patient's abdominal cavity appeared normal, with no signs of bleeding.

This is even better, proving that there was no injury, only damage to the blood vessels in the retroperitoneum.

After the intestines and fat layer were pulled apart, the blood cake appeared under the retroperitoneum.

"Brother Zhong, can you pinky swear to me?"

"Don't change your gloves, help me hold the intestines up," Fang Ziye said to another nurse.

"Okay!" She hurriedly threw away the gloves in her hand and stuffed the non-sterile gloves into the patient's abdomen.

Then he struggled to pull himself up...

Fang Ziye easily cut it open, but she had to use a lot of force to maintain her balance and prevent the intestines from pressing towards Fang Ziye.

This was only possible because Fang Ziye was supporting her with the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry..." she apologized instinctively.

Fang Ziye couldn't care less about all that.

After grabbing a pair of hemostatic forceps with his left hand and placing them on the patient's chest, he cut open the peritoneum.

At the scene, there was no negative pressure suction device or other instruments found in the operating room; only the simplest and most basic forceps and knife.

This patient's sudden onset of illness is definitely not due to a complex injury.

So as long as we find the biggest breach, that's it!
Sure enough, this patient was a "potential" patient with an aneurysm. It may not have been detected before, but the aneurysm ruptured after a sudden increase in blood pressure.

Although such patients were previously referred to vascular surgery, Fang Ziye was actually capable of handling them as well.

It was just a simple rupture of one side wall of the distal aortic aneurysm.

After quickly clamping the proximal side of the abdominal aorta, Fang Ziye quickly clamped another hemostat onto the side wall of the aorta, firmly holding the bleeding site in place.

After adding another hemostat to stabilize the side wall, Fang Ziye loosened the hemostat that was blocking the aortic blood flow.

Just seal the breach!
He patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, but the man still didn't react.

However, the blood oxygen and heart rate levels displayed on the finger clip were acceptable.

"Brother Nie, the aortic aneurysm has ruptured. I'll take the patient to the transfer station. You stay here with Director Zhong and watch over the remaining patients." Fang Ziye reached out and closed the abdominal cavity.

Nie Mingxian tiptoed, glanced at it from afar, and nodded, saying, "Okay!"

……

Fang Ziye led his men away.

As soon as Fang Ziye left, Zhong Xue, the expert, was stunned and began to ask, "Director Nie, Professor Fang was just blindly stopping the bleeding of a ruptured aorta!"

"There were no supporting test results, and no interventional monitoring!"

Nie Mingxian nodded calmly: "Yes, Professor Fang can perform blind hemostasis!"

Zhong Xuegao was stunned.

You just said he could do it?

Gone?

Blindly operating?
Blindly operating, bro!
However, Zhong Xuegao had seen Wu Xuanqi and Fang Ziye's previous cooperation and couldn't help but have a strange idea.

No, you guys don't all think this is the most basic operation, do you?

Nie Mingxian did not offer much explanation.

As Fang Ziye led his men to transfer the body out, they heard an increasingly noisy commotion: "My daughter is inside."

"My daughter and my mother are both inside. My daughter is ten years old, and my mother hasn't come back either!"

"Let me in to find them, and if I die, it won't be your fault."

"I beg you."

Fang Ziye glanced sideways and saw a middle-aged man kneeling in front of the policeman, looking like a madman!
But the police remained unmoved.

Do you think they'll let you in just because you want to die? No way!

"Wanwan!~"

"Is that Wanwan?!" As Fang Ziye led the stretcher out, someone grabbed his shoulder and jumped up to look inside.

"It's not Wanwan."

"Wanwan, Wanwan... answer the phone, answer the phone."

Go forward again.

"Dad, Jiawei hasn't come out yet. He went to watch the shop last night. I should have told him not to."

"If I had known, we would have come back together."

"You haven't found Jiawei over there either?"

"Good, good, it's good that he hasn't been found. Please, he must be alright!" A young woman prayed, her voice choked with sobs.

A person is the sum of their interpersonal relationships.

It is not simply a living, breathing life.

Each one is important.

Of course, Fang Ziye also heard another voice.

How can you talk like that?

"Hey, last year when I went in there to buy things, I bought from three different stores and ended up buying from three fewer stores. This is karma."

"There was another boss who shortchanged me on my scale, so I went to argue with him, and he hit me. I just came over to watch the show..." After saying this, the man ran away.

Someone wanted to hit him, but they didn't remember what he looked like.

Similarly, some self-media outlets are livestreaming from afar to gain traffic.

Even from nearly a hundred meters away, Fang Ziye could faintly hear the sound of the live broadcast.

Soon, Fang Ziye took the patient to the transfer point.

After Fang Ziye quickly described the patient's condition, a man in green carefully examined the patient's condition.

"Why have you sent in another patient like this?"

"Which way do we turn?" the man in green muttered.

Of course, he was just muttering to himself, and then quickly began to instruct people to start monitoring and establishing an intravenous line...

Fang Ziye frowned: "I don't know either... I'm sorry, teacher, I still have to go and keep watch at the scene."

After saying that, Fang Ziye walked away.

After making the arrangements, the man in green called out from afar, "Hey, doctor, it's not your fault, don't take it to heart."

Fang Ziye turned his back and made an OK sign.

Where should we send it?

How can Fang Ziye be controlled?
He's the on-site doctor now; he can't control where the patient is taken.

Just like when Fang Ziye was in the sanatorium, he didn't care where the emergency patients came from or how they got there.

Saving lives was the mission at that time.

The task on site is to race against time!
Seize the opportunity for a change of fortune.

urgent.

(End of this chapter)