top student at medical school

"Director Fang!~"

"Director Fang."

As Fang Ziye raised his hand and reverently entered the new operating room, Deng Haibo from the vascular surgery department and Wang Zongkai from the orthopedics department both politely called out to him.

"Professor Deng, Director Wang." Fang Ziye said as he put on his clothes, tiptoeing to glance at the operating table.

While the patient in the next operating room was in critical condition, this patient's situation was also a complete mess.

Although Tang Xiaoping likes to call for consultations, she doesn't call for consultations without reason.

The surgery was not paused. When Fang Ziye went on stage, everyone on stage had already given up their assistant position to him.

After Fang Ziye took his place, he noticed that Chen Guofeng, the director of the emergency surgery department, was also on the stage. However, he was leaning against the patient's right hip, carefully treating the contusion on the liver.

After carefully scanning the general condition inside the abdomen, Fang Ziye's expression hardened, and he said hesitantly, "What happened to this patient? It looks like he's been strangled."

"No need for 'seems like.' He was just strangled."

"The cause of the accident is under investigation. If it weren't for the fact that one of the doctors accompanying the ambulance was a specialist from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, he wouldn't have been able to make it to the scene."

"When we first received the patient, his abdomen was a complete mess. Blood, intestines, feces, flesh..."

"The only fortunate thing is that the aorta wasn't damaged," Deng Haibo said.

After Deng Haibo finished his brief explanation, he added, "We've almost finished treating the surface blood vessels, but as you can see, Director Fang, here's the current situation."

"Does your orthopedics department amputate both lower limbs outright, or do you rebuild the blood vessels?"

The lower abdomen was twisted, and all the arteries and veins except the aorta were fragmented.

The patient was saved on-site by emergency equipment, and a skilled technician performed arterial and venous access blockages, enabling the patient to complete circulation.

Currently, blood supply to both lower limbs has been almost completely lost.

Although Wang Zongkai was in charge of the orthopedic consultations, he had been dealing with the situation for a while but was now unable to make any decisions.

This falls within the scope of orthopedics services, and it is Fang Ziye's primary responsibility.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye calmed down.

Deng Haibo and Tang Xiaoping were secretly supporting him; he was first an orthopedic surgeon, and only then a doctor at Zhongnan Hospital.

During emergency resuscitation, if someone fails to perform their own duties and instead attempts to save lives, even if they manage to save several people, they will still be held responsible for "dereliction of duty."

Fang Ziye did not reply. After approaching the operating table, he quickly examined the condition of his lower abdomen.

Wang Zongkai hasn't done anything else for the time being, but the miniature circulation device for his lower limbs has been installed. His lower limbs have independent circulation and blood oxygen supply, so they are not yet at risk of necrosis.

The vascular structures within the pelvis have all disappeared, and there is no longer the thorny issue of pelvic hematoma.

However, unlike other 'common' patients, although this patient's lower limbs had completed independent circulation, the biggest challenge was how to connect the circulation to the human circulatory system.

Fang Ziye read through the patient's description for almost a minute, then understood Deng Haibo's meaning: "Director Deng, let's deal with the hepatic portal vein first!"

Although this patient's lower limbs cannot be saved, he will not die from the condition of his lower limbs.

Currently, his more crucial focus is on how to restore the body's circulatory system after stopping the bleeding inside the abdomen.

The blood vessels in the abdomen were twisted into segments. In addition to the femoral arteries in both lower limbs needing reconstruction, the internal iliac artery and other branches of the internal iliac vein also need to be reconstructed.

And this is a super big job.

Deng Haibo's most direct reason for calling him was, of course, how to save his leg, but since he was already there, Fang Ziye certainly wouldn't just care about his leg.

Deng Haibo breathed a sigh of relief: "Director Fang, let's begin."

"This patient's hepatic hilum mainly consists of these areas..."

After Fang Ziye took over the surgery, Wang Zongkai asked cautiously, "Ziye, should I go next door to keep an eye on things?"

As an orthopedic surgeon, Wang Zongkai was concerned about whether any problems would arise in the adjacent operating room after Fang Ziye was called in, and whether there would be a situation where no one was available in the orthopedic department because of Fang Ziye's departure.

Fang Ziye shook his head: "No need. There's not much point in going."

The patient in the next operating room has a volatile condition, and it's hard to know what might happen during the surgery. It would be useless for Wang Zongkai to go there.

That patient would not have died from limb bleeding disorder as long as no one had amputated his limbs.

Even if an embolism occurs in a blood vessel in the limbs, that's a problem that vascular surgery would have to deal with...

After comprehensive evaluation, Fang Ziye felt that investing more time in this operating room could actually yield a relatively positive expected therapeutic effect.

Wang Zongkai didn't ask any more questions, but continued to clean the local wounds on the lower limbs.

Debridement at this moment may not be meaningful, but there are enough people on the operating table. Fang Ziye has taken over to help with the vascular surgery rescue, and we must continue to work on the orthopedic trauma cases we encounter.

"Just sever this artery and loosen the clamps. This branch artery mainly supplies the abdominal fat, so there's no point in leaving it here."

"These small branches can also be solidified directly."

"In an emergency, ligating the hemostatic agent is a stopgap measure. After the hemostasis is completed, we need to start subtracting steps to make room for further surgical procedures."

“This vein here has already been severed. Let’s remove it first; it’s probably unusable anyway. You see, it’s actually a pseudo-cavity. Both the proximal and distal ends are severed; it’s just embedded in the tissue with no connecting end…”

Fang Ziye was instructing Deng Haibo and Chen Minghao on the local treatment of vascular surgery.

For a moment, Chen Guofeng and the others couldn't tell whether Fang Ziye was the director of orthopedics or the director of vascular surgery.

Deng Haibo is a professor of vascular surgery with a very strong knowledge base.

Fang Ziye was able to provide such detailed guidance to Deng Haibo and Chen Minghao under the current circumstances, rather than just offering advice, and that guidance was effective.

Such skill is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

When Deng Haibo arrived at the operating room, he wasn't there to play around. Before Fang Ziye came in, Deng Haibo was the one 'starring' the main character in the rescue.

Professor Chen Guofeng temporarily applied a cotton pad soaked in sterile saline to the bleeding surface of the liver, then made room for Fang Ziye and Deng Haibo to perform better.

After taking a slight step back, Chen Guofeng had a better view and could focus his attention on the two men.

As can be seen, at this moment, Professors Deng Haibo and Chen Minghao from the Department of Vascular Surgery both bowed slightly, pricked up their ears, and looked straight ahead.

She followed Fang Ziye's hand the whole way without any hesitation.

There were no questions or counter-questions.

Deng Haibo and Chen Minghao are both experienced surgeons; they know that wasting any time at crucial moments is shameful.

Therefore, I dare not waste time.

But to ensure that Fang Ziye's words are obeyed without question, that would absolutely require Fang Ziye to have completely subdued the two of them!
This is definitely not because Fang Ziye has a powerful background.

Given Deng Haibo's status, even if Fang Ziye had a powerful background, once on the operating table, Deng Haibo wouldn't have to 'kneel and lick' his boots.

This seems to confirm the rumors circulating in the hospital about Deng Haibo's rise to power...

"It's so good." Chen Guofeng glanced at Shen Qing, who immediately stopped looking amused and focused intently on Fang Ziye's blank space concept.

The so-called "leaving blank space" approach means temporarily clearing away unimportant blood vessels to isolate the more important circulatory system, thereby gaining a broader perspective and a clearer rescue strategy.

Saving lives first, then treating illnesses, is a fundamental principle.

No textbook can provide a standardized definition of this fundamental principle; one must adapt to different situations.

Patients don't get sick according to textbooks, especially in the emergency room.

After nearly ten minutes of this treatment, Deng Haibo finally raised his head slightly and said, "Director Chen, you can start treating the liver now. The small bleeding points in the vena cava system have all been treated."

"Let's go over to the celiac trunk first and check the blood supply to your spleen and pancreas."

Chen Guofeng nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Director Deng!"

Critical abdominal emergencies are never a one-woman show for any particular specialty; only elective surgeries are performed by a single specialist.

The celiac trunk and its branches constitute one of the most complex circulatory systems in the human body.

The arteries and veins are complex and disordered, and after injury, they become even more disorganized. Even if one has a thorough understanding of the anatomical structure and wants to clean it from the celiac trunk, it will be extremely difficult.

At this moment, the patient's intestinal damage is still quite severe.

The presence of displaced blood vessels and the unpleasant odor of the contents of the small and large intestines made the procedure even more difficult...

Despite the headache, the necessary procedures still need to be streamlined.

This time, Fang Ziye didn't just give instructions without taking action; instead, he personally took on the role of assistant and lead the team to begin the process...

Vascular surgery is certainly not just about stopping bleeding.

The patient's circulation is relatively stable, and there is currently no risk of emergency blood loss due to drastic changes in blood pressure, but there is also a risk of extensive bleeding.

If the bleeding is not treated, the continuous blood loss will render the patient's previous rescue efforts futile.

……

About twenty minutes passed.

Another person stepped on the foot-operated airtight door of the operating room, and not many people looked up to see who it was.

However, the woman in green scrubs who had come in entered the operating room, looked around for a while, and then quickly ran to Fang Ziye's side: "Master, the patient next door has passed away."

Fang Ziye was dealing with the left gastric artery at the moment, and the hemostat in his hand trembled.

After a standoff of nearly three seconds, Fang Ziye continued, "How did he die?"

At this moment of death, it seemed that everything Fang Ziye had done from the emergency room to the operating room had become futile.

The visitor was Hu Qingyuan. Hu Qingyuan said, "Ventricular fibrillation caused cardiac arrest."

"They pressed the 'pressure' button for half an hour, but it still couldn't save him!"

"Teacher Li Kai heard that you were back, so he asked me to come and tell you."

Fang Ziye, who was still pretending to be calm, tilted his head and asked, "Which operating room are you talking about?"

Did you press it for half an hour?

Does that mean he died right after I came out of the operating room? That's impossible.

“Two rooms!” Hu Qingyuan said.

After hearing this clearly, Fang Ziye wanted to slap Hu Qingyuan.

I felt both fortunate and somewhat saddened.

Fortunately, the patient I had been working on for nearly an hour had not died yet; sadly, I was ultimately alone and could not be in two places at once.

Otherwise, the patients in those two operating rooms might still have been saved.

Fang Ziye even became somewhat irritable again—

Did I waste too much time on the patient in that "emergency room"? Otherwise, I could definitely snatch patients from the operating room, just like in the sanatorium.

What does this mean now?

One for one?
Fang Ziye's thoughts were racing, but his actions never stopped, and as Fang Ziye's mind gradually entered a state of 'emptiness'.

Fang Ziye's actions became more 'effortless' and 'natural'. With the support of his level 6 perfect hemostasis and suturing skills, Deng Haibo and Chen Minghao's eyes became particularly strange.

Being able to do what others cannot is awesome.

It is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people; it is truly inconceivable.

After realizing this a few times, Deng Haibo coughed and said, "Director Fang, what kind of operation is this?"

"What, is this how you do it? Is this even possible?" Deng Haibo's voice wasn't loud; he was just muttering to himself.

The sound was only audible to a few people at the operating table; even Hu Qingyuan could only make out a few scattered words.

“I think it’s feasible, so let’s just do it this way. There’s nothing much to research,” Fang Ziye replied.

There was no explanation, no pretentiousness, just a simple statement.

If it's a skill-based skill, then it can be taught.

Skills, in this context, refer to techniques that can be acquired through repeated practice.

So-called skill must be cultivated through persistent effort; if you don't have the skill, you shouldn't even try to acquire it.

It's like how, unless you're a genius who has transcended cognitive abilities, no one can understand the topics of a PhD in mathematics at the elementary school level.

This is a matter of skill, not whether you are smart or not.

If one's basic technical skills are not perfect, Fang Ziye's operations will be completely impossible to replicate.

"Oh!~" Deng Haibo's mouth agape, his heart clenching slightly.

Since he was promoted to associate professor, no one has criticized him for not being capable enough or for not learning anything new.

It was as if he had been transported back to ten years ago, to the scene where he was being guided by his mentor, and Deng Haibo was visibly moved.

The surgical atmosphere was extremely rigorous; it could be described as a textbook surgical atmosphere.

Apart from the occasional serious medical orders from the anesthesiologist and the responses from the circulating nurse, the only constant sound was the beeping of the monitor.

There were no sighs, no jokes, no dirty jokes, no phone calls, and no nurses' gossip.

Hu Qingyuan, a junior master's student, stood a meter away from the operating table, strictly adhering to the operating room's viewing rules.

There was no surgeon, haha, and no "sensible" assistants either!
The occasional sounds of thread being cut or ligation being made were crisp and efficient, with the mouth and hands moving in unison.

During the occasional pauses, the circulating nurse would hold her breath, inhale deeply, contract her abdominal muscles, and move like a cat, as if afraid that a heavy landing would affect the surgeon's ability to operate...

Don't know how long.

"Open another bottle of sodium bicarbonate," the anesthesiologist called out again.

At the same time, Fang Ziye straightened his back, looked at the surgical field, and said, "The blood supply to the abdomen has been almost restored. We don't need to worry about the blood supply to the iliac artery and femoral artery for now. We'll do the reconstruction in the second phase."

"If the patient can pull through, surgery will be performed five days later."

"If we continue with this today, it might be too much of a blow to the patients."

Upon hearing this, Deng Haibo breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "I also think it's better to be cautious this way."

"Director Fang, thank goodness you were here today."

"I have to say, I'm impressed!~"

"It's already 12:40 AM, you've been in the operating room for almost three hours!"

Chen Guofeng from the hepatobiliary surgery department had already left, and Xu Haoyang was left in the operating room: "Director Fang, Director Deng? Shall we begin treating the pancreas?"

Deng Haibo nodded: "It's ready to be handled. Thank you for your help in cleaning up."

"If there are any other issues later, please call us."

Immediately afterwards, Deng Haibo asked, "What's the survival rate for these patients today?" "About 70 percent."

"I heard from Director Chen that out of eleven patients who came to the emergency department, one of them couldn't be brought to the resuscitation room."

"Two patients were taken from the emergency operating room. One patient was admitted to the EICU and died around 10:40 a.m. despite resuscitation efforts."

"It's a pity. If the patient in the EICU could have been transferred to the operating room immediately, there might have been a chance of survival."

Taking a moment to ask, "Has the surgery for the patient in operating room 9 finished?"

"how is the situation?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Haoyang narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he were recalling something.

Ultimately, however, he wasn't from the emergency department; he was only responsible for emergency care in the hepatobiliary surgery department, unlike Chen Guofeng, who was an emergency surgeon.

Xu Haoyang shook his head.

Hu Qingyuan immediately ran out of the operating room, showing great understanding.

Fang Ziye's thoughts hadn't lingered for long when Professor Deng Haibo's phone rang. It was Liu Faming from the Department of Vascular Surgery.

The circulating nurse immediately connected the call to amplification, and Deng Haibo spoke remotely: "Liu Faming."

"Director Deng, operating room number 7." Liu Faming simply said this and then fell silent.

"The vein is starting to bleed again..." It must have been someone else on stage who shouted this.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye and Deng Haibo exchanged a glance, and then nimbly began to back away.

After stepping back a few paces, Fang Ziye came up behind Deng Haibo and helped him unbutton his collar.

The sensible circulating nurse quickly ran behind Fang Ziye to help him take off his clothes.

"Let's go! Let's go take a look." After Deng Haibo took off his clothes, he saw that Fang Ziye had already taken off his gloves.

Fang Ziye was too lazy to pick up his phone.

After quickly rinsing their hands, the two went straight to operating room number seven and began applying hand sanitizer foam to their arms.

Almost simultaneously, the two began to move sideways toward the operating table as they were swiping their hands.

Deng Haibo suddenly stopped and started yelling, "Liu Faming, what's wrong with you? A simple transient vasospasm has scared you so much!"

Liu Faming was looking up when he heard the sound.

Seeing Deng Haibo and Fang Ziye both in the operating room, I felt both touched and flustered.

"Director Deng, it's me!" Liu Faming felt very wronged.

Teacher Deng, Master Deng, Ancestor Deng.

I am Liu Faming, and I am an attending physician. I was discharged from the hospital less than a year ago, and I have only recently been promoted to attending physician. I graduated with my doctorate less than three years ago!
Please don't treat me like an associate professor.

Deng Haibo glanced at Fang Ziye next door, then at Liu Faming, who was about the same age as Fang Ziye but a few years older. Deng Haibo felt more and more that other people's "children" were better.

"He's so careless and doesn't look like a surgeon at all."

After cursing, Deng Haibo turned to Fang and said, "Director Fang, thank you for your hard work. I'll take care of things here."

At that moment, Deng Haibo felt that the vascular surgery department at the new hospital was still too under-equipped.

It should be said that the vascular surgery department of Zhongnan Hospital is somewhat weak.

Orthopedics is so much better, Deng Haibo couldn't help but feel envious...

Fang Ziye slowed down his movements as he wiped the foam off his arm, and after taking a closer look at the patient's condition, he simply yawned and walked out.

Indeed, he doesn't need to go on stage here; Professor Deng Haibo can handle it.

Liu Faming scared himself, and then he called Deng Haibo, which startled them as well.

However, Fang Ziye did not criticize Liu Faming.

It's not that Liu Faming isn't capable enough; it's just that he hasn't reached his prime yet.

Only a few five- or six-year-old boys can lift 60 pounds, but as they grow into young men, they can generally lift 50 or 60 pounds if they grit their teeth.

Hu Qingyuan, holding Fang Ziye's phone, found himself at the operating room door: "Master, the phone."

"The surgeries in all nine rooms have been completed."

"I heard that after you left, you experienced atrial fibrillation and ventricular fibrillation several times, but you managed to regain your rhythm each time..."

"The patient has been admitted to the ICU and is being personally monitored by Dr. Dou Yueyue."

Hu Qingyuan lowered his voice again as he said this: "Master, I've also heard that our hospital's ICU is known for its exceptional technology."

"The newly appointed Dr. Dou Yueyue's skills are unparalleled at her age."

"Some say she is one of the two most outstanding women in the ICU."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ziye asked with some confusion, "What do you mean by 'double excellence in the operating room'?"

Hu Qingyuan touched his abdomen and smiled, "She is beautiful and skilled in both. One is my wife, who works in the operating room and intensive care unit, and the other is Dr. Dou Yueyue, who works in the ICU."

"I saw her in the group of outstanding young researchers in our institute."

Fang Ziye also knew about this group. He was a junior lecturer in the group of young scholars, but after he took on this title, he was transferred to the sanatorium.

They hadn't taught a single class, and when Fang Ziye returned, the young scholars' team felt embarrassed to invite him again.

Fang Ziye is among the most capable researchers in our institute, exceeding the simple age limit for young people.

Fang Ziye nodded: "The ICU truly lives up to its reputation as a key specialty department; it's teeming with talent."

"Among the outstanding young researchers of our institute in the previous cohort, there was Liang Quyuan, and now Dou Yueyue has taken her place."

"I wonder if the rheumatology and immunology department is still open..."

Hu Qingyuan shook his head decisively and said in a low voice, "My teacher's wife said no..."

"The two most outstanding young talents circulating in the hospital right now are two goddesses, Dou Yueyue and Teacher's wife."

"Of course, among the younger generation, Uncle Tianluo is even more powerful."

"It's just that my uncle hasn't graduated yet, so he wasn't formally included in the discussion."

"The people who are in the same year as Uncle Lan are really pitiful. I heard they are in hepatobiliary surgery and are also second-year doctoral students this year. Their professional abilities are very strong."

"Actually, the research output is not weak, but compared with Uncle Lan, it is completely insignificant in terms of research output."

"There was only one paper with an index of 15 and two papers with an index of 10, and they weren't basic research papers, but clinical trial papers. They were all personally fed by Dean Wang."

As Fang Ziye listened, he led Hu Qingyuan into other operating rooms.

I don't really intend to do anything; I'm just browsing casually.

Fang Ziye is now Director Fang, representing the Department of Orthopedics. He can identify and address any gaps in the knowledge of orthopedic conditions in any operating room.

Therefore, no one else would have the chance to think that Fang Ziye was showing off.

"What resources did Jie Han give you? How do you have such powerful information channels?" Fang Ziye asked.

In comparison, Fang Ziye has very few resources.

But Jie Han is different. From the beginning, Jie Han's persona was that of a scientific research master, the most outstanding Wave 1 in the entire surgical system.

Fang Ziye grew too fast; before these groups even had a chance to target him, he had already risen to a level that even ordinary attending physicians could hardly reach.

Lan Tianluo looked down on these petty squabbles and had no intention of joining ordinary groups.

Hu Qingyuan, on the other hand, has always maintained a warm and enthusiastic persona, which is why he gets along so well with everyone in the group.

Hu Qingyuan is a first-year master's student this year. Although he has not published his own first-author thesis, he extracted a paper from Fang Ziye's research and published a four-point paper.

Back then, Fang Ziye's single paper, rated only 8 points, was enough to make Xiong Jinhuan panic.

With a four-point paper and more than a dozen other major articles under his name, how could Hu Qingyuan not stand out in his first year of graduate school?

This level of research experience surpasses that of most master's students!
“Master, it’s nothing, it’s just a place for us young people to brag. You haven’t added it before, Master?” Hu Qingyuan replied.

In today's emergency room, he was just an observer; he had no opportunity to participate, and no one could give him any opportunity within their power.

Hu Qingyuan's abilities are still too weak; he needs more experience.

"I didn't have such a good opportunity as you back then..."

Fang Ziye shook his head, glanced at the situation in the operating room, nodded to Brother Li Hanyao, and then left.

Eleven surgical trauma patients were admitted at once, requiring all orthopedic specialists and doctors of doctoral degree or above to be mobilized.

Therefore, nowadays almost every operating room has someone holding an orthopedic position.

"By the way, if you have any connections, could you please continue to follow up on the prognosis of the patient in operating room 9? That patient's case is quite unusual," Fang Ziye said.

Hu Qingyuan nodded: "Okay, Master!"

Fang Ziye said, "Let's inquire about it tomorrow. You should go back and rest first."

"I'm going to the lounge to rest for a bit."

The surgery wasn't over yet, and Fang Ziye, the pinnacle of orthopedic expertise, hadn't left easily.

However, unless there is an emergency, Fang Ziye should not suddenly interrupt.

Others also need opportunities to grow and gain experience!
Hu Qingyuan left...

Fang Ziye had planned to find a place to lie down in the operating room, but there were too many people in the operating room today.

The operating room and the anesthesiology department's break room were packed with people, so Fang Ziye could only put on shoe covers at the door in order to get back to the director's office.

We arrived at the operating room door just in time.

Fang Ziye saw a gurney covered with a white cloth, and next to the gurney, someone was kneeling and weeping bitterly.

"dad…"

"dad……"

"dad……"

The boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was walking on his knees alongside the cart, dragging the side frame of the cart with both hands.

Her expression and eyes were filled with panic, as if she had no idea that she was about to become a child in a single-parent family...

The middle-aged woman seemed somewhat lost in thought, as the doctor in the white coat continued to explain something to her.

She didn't react at all; her eyes were somewhat vacant.

"Did you hear me clearly? We have done our best. This time, there are six professors performing the surgery on your loved one."

"But we still couldn't get it. He suffered a malignant arrhythmia due to a sudden drop in blood pressure caused by bleeding..." the doctor in the white coat explained.

The woman's expression remained blank; she neither said yes nor no.

Without blinking, she looked at the white coat, then at the white sheet covering the person, and finally at her child.

Her calloused hands trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

But because she didn't shed many tears, and because the years had etched their marks on her face, the tears that did fall weren't smooth; they got stuck on the side of her cheek, and with the trembling of her skin, they were about to drip...

Fang Ziye withdrew his gaze and gently lowered his head.

Fang Ziye didn't know if going to the two rooms immediately would have saved her husband's life and prevented her father's death.

Fang Ziye didn't dwell on this thought; he only knew that he had most likely survived the life he had been snatched from the emergency room.

And all of this went unnoticed.

The only thing Fang Ziye knows for sure is that he hasn't seen his family cry.

But Fang Ziye also heard the pain of the other family members.

Wow!
The elevator doors opened.

Fang Ziye entered the elevator.

Blah blah blah...

As the elevator doors closed, the figures of the white cloth, the cart, the middle-aged woman, and the boy were squeezed out of Fang Ziye's sight!

The elevator doors pushed other people's lives out of Fang Ziye's ears and blocked his vision.

We were complete strangers to begin with, and this one squeeze will surely last a lifetime.

The elevator then began to ascend.

This iron cage protected Fang Ziye as he ascended from the deepest purgatory of suffering in others.

Moreover, Fang Ziye found himself becoming increasingly at ease, because their suffering was not caused by him, Fang Ziye.

Only if I could join the rescue efforts could I possibly relieve their suffering.

It's just a possibility, not a certainty.

The elevator doors opened, and we arrived at the trauma surgery ward!
The entrance to the trauma surgery ward was completely different from the entrance to the operating room; there were no people gathered in groups, and the lights were dim.

Everyone is going to rest now.

Fang Ziye also needs to rest.

Only busy people feel tired, only those who are in pain struggle and feel tormented.

How could anyone else possibly empathize?
Night had fallen unnoticed, and it was time for Fang Ziye to sleep and rest, as he had surgery tomorrow.

Even while you sleep, the sun rises without you even realizing it.

It will not change because of anyone's change.

In the director's office, Fang Ziye poured himself a glass of water, slowly drank it down, and then went to the restroom to urinate.

Only then did he lie comfortably on the bed and turn the phone ringer up to the maximum volume.

He slept wrapped in a washcloth.

Waiting for the phone to ring incessantly, or waiting for dawn.

The essence of medicine lies in its lack of certainty, and its allure also lies in its lack of certainty...

Just as Fang Ziye had tucked the blanket around his feet to keep out the wind, his private cell phone rang with "It's not until..."

Fang Ziye shook his shoulder, extended his right hand, and answered the call with half-closed eyes: "Hello!~"

"Senior brother, come save my life!" Lan Tianluo unleashed his first massive life-saving technique during his residency. (End of Chapter)