Mr. Feng was standing outside the operating room when he saw the emergency doctor arriving.
"Director, there’s an emergency case in the ER — a patient with a ruptured spleen who urgently needs surgery. But we have no doctors available. Given the complexity of such a major surgery, with my skills... The patient is in grave danger. Would you please step in and operate?"
Jin Xuebin came here because he knew it was rare for the director to rush to the hospital late at night for a spleen rupture case.
The patient had just been taken to the operating room, but unexpectedly, another patient with a ruptured spleen came in.
Two patients rushed in at once, and the internal medicine director and the surgical director were all inside the operating room.
Even if he, a junior emergency doctor, got onto the operating table, he couldn’t handle it alone.
Besides, he had never performed spleen surgery before — wouldn’t the patient be scared to have someone like him operating?
He feared he wouldn’t be able to save the patient and might even harm them.
The only hope was their director, even though Mr. Feng hadn’t been in the operating room for many years.
Mr. Feng was renowned in the medical field, known as the top surgeon. If Mr. Feng operated, the patient from the ER would be immensely fortunate.
Mr. Feng squinted his eyes.
A patient with a ruptured spleen!
Upon hearing this, he suddenly remembered Song Moting’s call about Jiang Xiaoxiao’s brother.
He had been so focused on Xiao Cheng’s issues that he forgot about this.
Taking a glance at the operating room, now the internal medicine director, surgical director, top anesthesiologist, and head nurse were all inside.
Anxiety surged through his heart.
Who could have foreseen things would escalate to this point?
Each patient is a life, irrespective of relationships.
He couldn’t stand by and watch someone needing urgent rescue be left unattended.
Mr. Feng briskly headed to the ER.
Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at Jiang Lei.
Fan Xiuying and Jiang Laoshi waited outside; the ER didn’t allow so many family members inside. Jiang Xiaoxiao was receiving a blood transfusion; she and Jiang Lei were inseparable.
Song Moting was by his wife’s side, unabashedly being a family member.
Fan Xiuying and Jiang Laoshi had to wait outside. Seeing an elderly doctor approaching, they knew he must be a respected figure in the hospital and hurried to plead.
"Doctor, please save my son. He’s still young; he can’t lose his life."
Fan Xiuying broke down instantly.
Their family truly had a tumultuous year; it wasn’t even over yet, and her son was facing such a grave issue.
Her son was still young, just started working not long ago, and hadn’t even married.
This young — if he truly were gone, how would the couple continue to live?
Her tears wouldn’t stop.
Mr. Feng pushed them aside, "Stop crying; I understand how you feel. We doctors will certainly do our best to save people. Rest assured, crying won’t solve anything. Please stay quiet outside — it’s better for the patient and the doctors."
Entering the room, Mr. Feng saw the worried faces of Song Moting and Jiang Xiaoxiao. He glanced at the transfusion apparatus on Jiang Xiaoxiao’s hand, realizing they’ve done some basic treatments — as mentioned during Song Moting’s call.
The factory hospital simply didn’t dare to proceed with any treatment — a clear act of shirking responsibility.
This was a self-made, simple first aid measure, but it’s treating the symptoms, not the cause.
No matter how much blood is transfused, the patient continues to hemorrhage, meaning the transfused blood flows right out.
Without immediate surgery to suture the wound and remove necrotic tissue, the patient won’t survive, nor can the blood-donating family hold on much longer.
Seeing Mr. Feng, Song Moting’s face lit up.
"Mr. Feng, the patient has arrived; let’s start the surgery immediately."
It appeared Mr. Feng did not delay.
He was genuinely prepared for everything, awaiting their arrival.
Mr. Feng’s expression grew troubled.
"Xiao Song, Xiao Xiao, there’s a situation. You two are close, my nearest juniors, so I have no reason to hide anything. I called the best surgical and internal medicine directors, intending to operate on the patient.
But five minutes before you arrived, a child fell from a high place, suffering a ruptured spleen, extremely critical, already ushered into the operating room.
A surgery is underway."
Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting instantly grasped the implications.
The timing couldn’t have been worse for such an emergency — rushing in late at night. Even if ER doctors could perform surgery, no single doctor could resolve the issue.
Jiang Xiaoxiao understood it was 1977; it wasn’t the 20th century or beyond.
Back then, ER doctors couldn’t handle severe surgeries. They could only offer basic assistance, but in critical illness, the ER wouldn’t suffice.
Doctors couldn’t be summoned instantly with a call.
The lack of information and manpower compounded the issue.
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt the world spinning.
Watch her third brother die?
"Mr. Feng, in this situation, do you have any solutions? Who can perform the surgery now?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao pinpointed the crux.
Mr. Feng nodded; this child hadn’t lost composure in panic, proving she was truly reliable.
"Manpower is lacking, so I must go myself, with ER’s Doctor Li assisting; the anesthesiologist can be used, while the ER nurse will temporarily fill in. I must share the reality.
I can perform the surgery, but my health has declined over the years. ER’s Doctor Li hasn’t performed spleen surgery. This situation is indeed dire. If any emergencies arise during surgery, it may..."
For Mr. Feng, performing the surgery posed no issue — if he were five years younger, he wouldn’t be worried.
However, at his current age, situations arose as his body didn’t cooperate.
His health proved unforgiving.
His greatest concern was his heart couldn’t withstand prolonged surgery standing. Should an emergency occur, ER’s Doctor Li lacked any experience, making that scenario most troublesome, necessitating candid transparency.
A doctor’s utmost responsibility.
Song Moting paused, glancing at Jiang Xiaoxiao, who remained silent.
Clenching his teeth, he said.
"Mr. Feng, we entrust you. Please do your best."
Given the current situation, what else could he say?
All he could do was reassure the doctor, urging them to do their utmost in saving lives.
They couldn’t just watch their loved ones perish in the ER.
There was another option — Jiang Xiaoxiao could bring out the peach wine, or peach preserves.
Create a sensation; then by tomorrow, Jiang Lei’s full recovery would shake He Ren Hospital and the medical community at large.
The ramifications of this thought, Song Moting dared not imagine!