Chapter 1235: 【1235】Senior has returned
After administering the painkiller injection and setting up the IV drip, the patient’s condition improved somewhat. The man lying on the treatment bed appeared calm, no longer crying out in pain. His small, shifty eyes darted around like a thief, occasionally sneaking glances at the young female doctor preparing the medical instruments to stitch him up.
The companions who had accompanied him noticed that he was out of immediate danger. Some of them stepped out to make phone calls, leaving just one person behind to stay with him.
Outside, the wailing sound of the ambulance returning from dropping off a surgical patient finally faded.
Sister Seo walked out from the triage station to greet the returning colleagues, preparing to organize patient admission. She asked, "What’s the case this time, Doctor Li?"
"No need to admit them to the ER," Li Chengyuan replied as he stepped out of the ambulance. "I’ve already called our department. Just send them directly to the eighth floor, Thoracic Surgery, for inpatient admission."
Upon hearing this, Sister Seo was thrilled. Taking in another serious case would mean the ER would be busy working through the night tonight.
The gurney carrying the emergency patient swiftly wheeled away toward the inpatient department.
Back at the nurse’s station, catching his breath after a busy stint, Li Chengyuan pulled a pen out of the pocket of his white coat and began slowly filling out the emergency transport records. He asked Sister Seo, "Were there a lot of surgical patients while I was gone?"
As doctors often do, he worried about coming back to a mountain of patient files waiting for him.
"No, no," Sister Seo replied with a smile. "Dr. Yin is handling the last surgical patient for your team right now. For the moment, there’s no queue of patients needing surgery." She went on, "Dr. Yin was tied up, and since you weren’t back yet, a patient with a knife wound came in bleeding. We had Dr. Xie help stitch them up. Do you want to take a look? Because Dr. Xin is currently being caught up with another patient’s family."
Knife wound?
Li Chengyuan paused. Regarding Xie Wanying’s suturing technique, he didn’t feel the need to worry. She was a top student, a medical prodigy whose exceptional skills he had witnessed firsthand. Her technique was solid and up to standard.
What might warrant his concern, though, was another matter. After all, she was rumored to be rather straightforward and single-minded.
"Who’s the patient? What do they do for a living? A chef?" Li Chengyuan asked.
"No," Sister Seo shook her head. "From what I can tell, it’s likely a knife wound from a fight. Seeing their group, we were initially worried they might cause trouble, so we were ready to call the police at a moment’s notice. Thankfully, that didn’t happen."
They stayed calm here, probably fearing that the doctors wouldn’t treat their injured companion otherwise. Don’t underestimate people who don’t seem like upstanding citizens. They can be quite clever and opportunistic, though their paths may have veered into shady territory.
The pen twirled between Li Chengyuan’s fingers. Suddenly, as if recalling something, he immediately slid the pen back into his pocket and turned around, striding off.
Watching him actually head off to the treatment room, and in such a hurry—as if fearing Xie Wanying might botch the suturing—Sister Seo let out a small exclamation. She hadn’t meant to doubt Xie Wanying’s skills but was rather considering the fact that Xie was just an intern. If protocol allowed for a supervisor to review her work, it would ensure everything followed proper procedure and prevented any grounds for disputes.
Feeling uneasy, Sister Seo walked around the station and prepared to follow him to take a look.
Ahead, Li Chengyuan strode briskly and soon stood at the door of the treatment room. His sharp, eagle-like gaze swept the interior before locking onto a shadowy figure lurking behind Xie Wanying. It was a man under 1.7 meters tall, who hadn’t noticed Li Chengyuan at the door yet. One hand was in the pocket of his trousers while the other stretched out slowly. His head was tilted back as if looking at the ceiling, with an expression suggesting he might whistle at any moment. On closer inspection, the man’s right hand moved stealthily, like a silent snake, inching closer to the trousers of the female doctor in front of him.