The Great Doctor Girl

We rushed to the hospital like a gust of wind.

This medical center located in Ancheng is the largest in Ancheng and is also a well-known VIP hospital under the Qianyuan Group.

As I stepped into the hospital gate, the smell of disinfectant hit me in the face, and the cold breath instantly penetrated my body and reached my heart.

My heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible, cold hand, and every contraction was accompanied by indescribable pain.

Huang Junze held my hand tightly. The warm and strong touch was like a ray of light in the darkness, injecting a bit of strength into me and comforting my anxiety.

"I've reserved a bed for you next door. Go check yourself first to see if you are injured." He looked at me.

I shook off his hand, thinking that my mother was still on the verge of life and death. I didn't have the mind to care whether I was injured or not. I couldn't care about anything else. I just wanted to get to my mother as soon as possible.

"I want to go see my mother first." I said as I walked forward.

"Don't worry too much, everything will be fine." His voice was a little hoarse and a little tired, but it was like a solid fortress, containing more firm comfort, trying to dispel the gloomy fear in my heart.

Huang Junze couldn't persuade me, and I didn't dare to delay for a moment. I quickly walked through the hospital corridors and soon found the responsible medical team in the doctor's office.

They have undergone a series of intensive and orderly treatments.

When the doctors began to examine my mother's injuries, a solemn atmosphere hung over the ward like a haze. Every doctor had a frown on his face, and his eyes were full of worry.

This is the most authoritative team of experts in the hospital arranged in advance by Huang Junze.

These experts hold a pivotal position in the medical community. They are experienced and skilled in medicine, and have handled countless difficult and complicated diseases.

However, they also looked troubled when faced with their mother's injuries.

Mom's condition was much more serious than we thought.

In addition to obvious fractures and external injuries, there were many strange wounds on her body. Those were the sinful marks left by the devil Chen Feng - he actually sucked my mother's blood.

Some of those wounds were round with jagged edges, as if they had been bitten by some sharp fangs; others were long scratches, and the surrounding skin was an abnormal bluish-purple color, as dark as the deepest night, revealing a hint of chill, making the healing of the wounds extremely difficult.

My mother's face was as pale as paper, her lips were bloodless, and her body was extremely weak, as if the flame of life was swaying in the wind and could go out at any time.

Doctors immediately began first aid, first treating fractures and trauma.

The doctors and nurses moved quickly and gently, their concentration focused and every movement precise.

Under their professional operation, my mother's originally twisted limbs gradually returned to their normal shape.

I listened to the doctor's explanation, and every subtle sound of the bone being repositioned felt like a heavy hammer hitting my heart.

That sound seemed like a countdown to fate, and every beat made my heart beat faster and cold sweats break out.

But as the treatment progressed, my mother's limbs gradually stabilized, and my heart relaxed a little, as if I saw a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

Blood transfusion became the most urgent problem. My mother had lost too much blood and was in a coma, her life was in danger. She also had panda blood, which made the transfusion more difficult.

The hospital activated the emergency mechanism, with the director taking command. All departments, the information department, the volunteer team, and the external relations department took swift action, seeking help from nearby blood banks, calling on employees, mobilizing medical personnel, and contacting the group and cooperative institutions to find blood.

The search process was bumpy, with mismatches and blocked donors.

Eventually, the precious panda blood was found and delivered to the ward.

The process of treating the wound was also extremely difficult. The pungent smell of disinfectant instantly filled the entire ward. The strong smell was like a sharp needle, mercilessly stinging my nasal cavity and my heart.

The nurses, armed with cotton balls dipped in disinfectant, gently wiped each wound on Mom's body. Each wound felt like a deep groove, carved into her body, and like a sharp gash in my heart, dripping with blood and excruciating pain. The specialists, standing by, closely monitored the wounds, whispering to each other from time to time. Their expressions grew increasingly solemn, and the fear within me spread like a vine.

After the nutrient solution is injected, the transparent nutrient solution flows slowly into the mother's body drop by drop like a messenger of life.

Every drop carries hope, like a sweet rain falling on the dry land, nourishing my mother's frail body and bringing her hope of life.

The rhythmic sound of drips echoed in the silent ward, like the drumbeat of hope, beating against my heart again and again, becoming the only sound that could make me feel a little relieved in this tense atmosphere.

Then came the grooming phase. The nurses took a warm towel and gently wiped my mother's face. The dirt and dried blood on her face were wiped away bit by bit, and her original face gradually appeared clearly before our eyes.

However, the bloodless paleness was still like a sharp blade, stinging my eyes fiercely and making me feel heartbroken.

Her face was thin and her eye sockets were sunken. Her former gentleness and kindness were almost gone due to the pain of illness, leaving only weakness and fragility.

I felt like something was choking my throat, my eyes were sore, and tears were welling up in my eyes, but I tried hard not to let them fall. I was afraid that my sadness would affect the doctors' treatment.

After listening to the doctor's treatment process, I was extremely anxious. I just wanted to know my mother's condition immediately and didn't care about anything else.

I stood quietly outside the ward, staring at my mother on the hospital bed through the transparent glass without blinking.

I stood aside and felt my heart beating wildly in my chest, the violent beating seemed to be about to burst through my chest.

I stared at the blood in the transfusion bag flowing into my mother's body drop by drop. The red liquid was like the spark of life, carrying all my hope.

As the blood was transfused, my mother's face, as white as paper, seemed to have a faint blush, but there was still no sign of waking up, and my heart was still hanging.

Every drop of blood injected was like fighting with the god of death for my mother's life. My hands clenched unconsciously, my nails dug deep into my palms, but I didn't feel any pain at all.

Huang Junze followed silently and stood beside me, his eyes full of concern. His gaze was like a warm fire, trying to warm my heart which was cold with fear and worry.

"She will be fine, I believe." Huang Junze said softly. His voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, but it sounded particularly firm in the silent corridor.

I didn't respond, but just bit my lips tightly. The tingling pain on my lips made me a little more awake, and I nodded slightly.

At this moment, the worries in my heart swept towards me like a surging tide. The overwhelming force almost drowned me, making me feel that breathing became extremely heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing on my chest.

Time passes as slowly as a snail, minute by minute, and each second seems as long as a century.

However, my mother still lay quietly in bed, showing no sign of waking up.

I felt like my legs were filled with lead, so heavy that I couldn't move at all.

Every cell in my body seemed to be tightly occupied by the two demons of fatigue and anxiety. They were wreaking havoc in my body, constantly eroding my will.

Huang Junze gently put his arm around my shoulders and let me lean against his solid chest. "Are you relieved now? Can you go get checked out? And then get some rest. You won't be able to hold on any longer like this." His tone was filled with undeniable concern.

I shook my head subconsciously, my voice hoarse as an old bellows: "I want to wait for Mom to wake up."

"Do you think you were injured just now? Let me take a look." As he said that, he reached out to check me, his eyes full of anxiety.

"Get out of the way." I glared at him angrily.

Huang Junze sighed, his eyes becoming gentler: "Be obedient, it's useless for you to stay outside like this, it will only make you collapse."

I hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and stopped being stubborn.

I dragged my heavy body to the next ward. Not long after I lay down, I fell into a deep sleep exhausted both physically and mentally.

I don’t know how long it took before I slowly woke up from my sleep.

Night has fallen, and the city outside the window looks like a brilliant starry sky, with colorful lights shining against each other, creating a scene of a bustling city.

However, in my eyes, that gorgeous world seemed to be separated from me by an impenetrable film. All that was left in my world was this cold ward and my mother whose life or death was uncertain in the ward.

"Junze, do you think my mother will blame me?" I broke the suffocating silence, my voice filled with deep remorse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of my soul.

"How could that be?" Huang Junze hurried to comfort me, "She knows you've been trying your best to save her. You've done a great job."

"But... I still let her get so badly injured." My tears were welling up in my eyes and could burst out at any time.

"This isn't your fault. It's that bastard Chen Feng's fault. When Auntie gets better, I'll make him pay the price." Huang Junze's tone was filled with anger, and that anger was like a burning flame, dancing in his eyes.

Just then, we heard the sound of nurses coming in and out of the next ward. Huang Junze and I heard the noise and rushed into the ward as if we were hit by electric current.

What we saw was that my mother's fingers moved slightly, and her eyelids trembled gently like fragile butterfly wings. My heart instantly rose to my throat, and I stared at my mother without blinking, afraid to miss any sign that she woke up.

However, she just moved but still did not wake up.

"Doctor, how is my mother? When will she wake up?" I asked anxiously.

"This is a sign of improvement. You can talk to her more to awaken her consciousness." The doctor replied to me sincerely.

I slowly walked over to my mother's bedside and sat down. I held her hand tightly and murmured to myself, "Mom, Mom, Mom... These two words sound so beautiful. For so many years, I thought you were gone. Now I know you're still alive. It turns out I have a mother, too."