QD Medical University, Affiliated Hospital.

As soon as Guo Yulei got out of the car, Ning Rumei, who was circling around the door of the building, quickly came up to meet her.

"Master Guo!"

Guo Yulei frowned, he could already smell the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air.

Several police cars and military vehicles are parked downstairs.

problem occurs?

Guo Yulei waved his hand, "Don't panic, let's talk as we walk."

Ning Rumei agreed and walked quickly towards the emergency room lobby.

Just an hour ago, the Coast Guard and the Armed Police had an accident while rounding up a group of overseas drug smuggling and trafficking groups.

They had planted explosives in advance at the chemical plant where they were located.

They even resisted with force.

During the fierce battle, the explosion caused a fire.

More than a dozen people were seriously injured.

Some of them were immediately sent to the military hospital, but several others were sent here.

There was a soldier among them.

When the explosion occurred, he used his body to protect his comrades. As a result, he was not only shot, but also suffered severe burns!

Life is at stake now!

The hospital has summoned the best experts to discuss it.

But in Ning Rumei's opinion, the situation was not optimistic, so she called Guo Yulei.

"You did the right thing!"

In front of the elevator, a nurse has already taken over the elevator.

Ning Rumei and Guo Yulei took the elevator to the fourth floor.

As soon as they entered the corridor, they saw a dozen gray-faced soldiers standing quietly by the window.

Guo Yulei followed Ning Rumei and walked quickly to the doctor's office.

"No, for such an operation, the injured person's vital signs cannot support him off the operating table!" The person who spoke was the chief director of the Department of Surgery.

"We must buy more time for our operation."

"Mr. Duan, can you think of a way?" An old man in white sitting in the middle frowned and asked.

The old man is almost seventy years old and his temples are gray.

He learned Qiu's knife skills and was once the pinnacle of surgery.

The chief surgeon who just spoke is his disciple.

For surgical operations, especially chest and lung cleaning operations, it is extremely difficult.

It requires not only experience and technology, but also physical strength.

Generally, young doctors are already in their forties by the time their experience and skills have grown to the point where they can take charge of their own profession.

After the age of fifty, physical strength and energy will decline.

Therefore, the real golden period of a mature and highly skilled surgeon is not very long.

This is why at this age, Dean Zhao still insists on being on the front line.

He just wanted to share more of the hospital's administrative affairs so that his disciple could focus more on surgery.

As a teacher, he naturally knows his disciple's concerns and is not sure. Once the injured person dies on the operating table, it will be a huge blow to his career.

Of course, if there was even half a certainty, his disciples would take the gamble.

But now, the probability that the injured person can survive the operating table is only 10%.

It's really too low.

Moreover, considering his current physical condition, postoperative care and a series of recovery are also a huge problem.

Relying solely on Western medicine is basically impossible to save people.

So, he looked at another middle-aged man in his fifties.

Duan Jinhu is the only one in this conference room who is not wearing a white coat.

He looked fifty years old, wearing a gray suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

He is the chief Chinese physician of qd Huichun Hall and a member of the Chinese Medical Association. His disciple is now the deputy chief physician of qd Chinese Medical Department.

Western medicine such as qd surgery is very good, but Chinese medicine is relatively weak.

The director of the National Medical Department was not good enough, so he had to be invited here.

Hearing Dean Zhao's question, Duan Jinhu put down the medical records in his hands, "Hey, although the patient's condition is serious, my Tianji Needle may not be able to lock his vitality and regulate his yin and yang!"

"But it just so happened that I had an old injury on my hand a few days ago..."

After saying that, his hands shook, and his face looked regretful.

"Although my apprentice has learned a lot from me, his skills are still shallow, and the patient's condition is very dangerous. Therefore, if there is an emergency, the patient may have an accident during the injection process..."

Duan Jinhu said slowly.

After hearing what he said, Dean Zhao's eyes turned slightly cold.

Is there really something wrong with my hands during this period of entering the tiger?

I'm afraid he was not sure, so he deliberately shied away from it. Moreover, he wanted his disciple to take action now.

Dean Zhao calmly glanced at the young man standing behind him, Wang Yingguang, qd from the Chinese Medical Department.

If he can successfully administer the injection this time, he will be qualified to compete for the director of the National Medical Department.

But if something goes wrong, haha, can it be blamed on him?

The teacher has already told me in advance that accidents are very likely to happen!

Although he had long known that Jin Hu had good medical skills but had no medical ethics, he never expected that he would be so shameless that he would sacrifice a soldier's life to pave the way for his disciples!

But now he didn't point it out.

After all, although Duan Jinhu's methods are clumsy, the plan he proposed is almost his only choice now!

"When will Mr. Xue arrive?"

Director Xie, who had been silent all this time, looked at the subordinate next to him with a livid face.

"The helicopter to pick up Mr. Xue has already taken off, but it will take thirty minutes to get back and forth! If Mr. Xue can delay a little longer..."

"How long can my soldiers last?" Director Xie suddenly looked at Director Zhao.

"Surgery is necessary within fifteen minutes!" Director Zhao's voice was very soft, but every word was crucial.

Mr. Xue is the vice president of the Chinese Medical Association, and his status in Chinese medicine is no worse than him.

His level is much better than Duan Jinhu's.

If he can come here, then maybe with his cooperation, the probability of treatment can be further improved. But Mr. Xue is still in the Naval Hospital, and there are many injured people there!

When he arrives, then...

Director Xie was silent for a moment.

In fact, he had no choice at all!

He stood up slowly, his body as straight as a gun but slightly stooped at the moment. He opened his mouth to the young doctor named Xiao Wang, "Bye..."

boom!

The door of the conference room was pushed open.

"My teacher is already treating that soldier!" Ning Rumei walked in with a cold expression and concise words.

"What?"

After hearing his words, everyone in the hospital couldn't help but be shocked.

"Quick, hurry up and take a look!"

Dean Zhao didn't have time to say anything else, so he immediately led everyone and hurried towards the ward.

Gunshot wounds and external injuries are nothing more than extensive burns. The most terrifying thing is infection.

Without the protection of the skin, once the exposed flesh and blood becomes infected, it will lead to a series of chain reactions.

So the seriously injured soldier was lying in the sterile ward at the moment.

Various instruments inside are running continuously, and on the other side there are doctors monitoring the vital signs of the injured.
Chapter completed!