On the lawn outside the inpatient building of the psychiatric hospital, a woman in a patient's gown lay on the grass, groaning incessantly.
Her legs were both broken, with only flesh and skin connecting the shattered bones. The grass was stained red by the blood gushing from her mouth.
Witnessing this scene, many knew the woman was likely beyond saving.
An ambulance would take time to arrive, and the bumps along the road, especially with her spitting blood, indicated internal injuries. The chances of survival were slim.
"What are you all doing standing around, unable to even keep track of one patient!" Director Lian pointed at the nurses around him, his face contorted with rage.
This patient was under his department's care, and any incident would undoubtedly fall on his shoulders.
"Where is Chen Fan? Chen Fan!" Director Lian turned around, his gaze landing on Chen Fan.
"As a surgeon, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and save her!"
At once, all eyes turned to Chen Fan.
Everyone knew that Lian Wenxin was looking for a scapegoat. Chen Fan was merely an intern doctor; how could he possibly handle such a critical case?
If the patient died, the primary responsibility would fall entirely on Chen Fan.
Qin Shuran's delicate brows furrowed. She understood what was happening. She had intended to warn Chen Fan, but when she looked at him, she saw he had already moved to the patient's side, his head bowed as he examined her.
"Can this kid handle it? The patient is in such a state, can she even be saved?"
"Don't you see? Director Lian is looking for a scapegoat. Since he's an intern, at worst, he'll be fired."
"So that's how it is. That kid is truly unlucky, encountering something like this before even finishing his internship."
"Alas, it's because he took the spot that was meant for Director Lian's nephew. Once he's gone, Director Lian's nephew can start working at the hospital."
Nurses from other wards whispered amongst themselves, casting pitying glances at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan held his breath, looking again at the groaning woman on the grass.
He found severe ruptures in her kidneys and liver, along with severe fractures in the fourth vertebra of her spine and both leg bones.
Chen Fan then examined the woman's head and discovered she had a cerebral hemorrhage, a critical condition. Without immediate surgery, she would surely die.
"Chen Fan, you useless fool, what are you still staring at? Hurry up and treat the patient's wounds!" Lian Wenxin pointed at Chen Fan, urging him on.
"She needs immediate surgery. She has a severe cerebral hemorrhage, and her kidneys and liver are severely ruptured," Chen Fan replied.
"Of course, I know she needs immediate surgery, but we don't have the conditions here. Hurry up and stop the bleeding, that's what you should be doing." Lian Wenxin was more anxious than anyone, wanting Chen Fan to act quickly.
"Who has silver needles?" Chen Fan ignored Lian Wenxin and asked the doctors around him.
"What do you need silver needles for at a time like this? Chen Fan, if you can't save her, get out immediately! Don't call yourself a doctor ever again," Lian Wenxin shouted angrily.
"I have silver needles!" Qin Shuran quickly ran over, taking a small box of silver needles from her white coat pocket.
Chen Fan took the needles and scanned the patient, then found several points, inserting the needles into her body.
Seeing Chen Fan finally take action, a slight smile curved Lian Wenxin's lips.
"The bleeding has stopped! She's not spitting blood anymore!" A nurse standing nearby exclaimed, pointing at the patient.
For a moment, all eyes turned to the patient.
They saw that the bleeding had indeed stopped, and she was no longer spitting blood. Her breathing seemed to have stabilized slightly.
Qin Shuran looked at this scene, somewhat taken aback.
Having known him for half a year, she had no idea Chen Fan knew traditional Chinese acupuncture.
"What good is stopping the bleeding? With such severe injuries, she's doomed," Lian Wenxin muttered under his breath, his face filled with disdain.
"She needs surgery immediately, or she will die. Is the hospital's sterile room still usable?" Chen Fan asked Qin Shuran.
"Yes, but it might not meet the requirements for a craniotomy," Qin Shuran replied.
"Get a stretcher. Remember, do not touch the silver needles on the patient. I will go to the sterile room to prepare," Chen Fan instructed, then hurried towards the sterile room in the inpatient building.
Psychiatric hospitals also had examination rooms, and these rooms had been sterilized.
While they might not meet the conditions for a craniotomy, there was no other option now.
"Chen Fan." Just as Chen Fan was about to enter the sterile room, Qin Shuran called out to him.
"What is it?"
"Are you confident in performing such a high-difficulty surgery? This is a Level Three surgery. According to regulations, it must be performed by a chief physician. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible for medical malpractice."
"If I do nothing, won't I still be held responsible? Don't worry, I'm confident," Chen Fan said with a calm smile and walked into the sterile room.
At this moment, nurses carefully carried the patient on a stretcher into the makeshift operating room.
"I'll go in and help Chen Fan," Qin Shuran declared, making a decision.
"Dr. Qin, what are you doing? You're a psychiatrist; this is a surgeon's job. Furthermore, you know that if something goes wrong, you, as an intern, cannot bear the responsibility!" Lian Wenxin tried to stop her.
"At least I am a doctor," Qin Shuran glanced at Lian Wenxin and then walked into the operating room.
"You!" Lian Wenxin's face flushed red. This was clearly a jab at him, implying he was not worthy of being a doctor.
"Hmph, suit yourself. Just wait to be fired. Even if your father is him, you'll still have to take off that white coat!"
Just then, two Audi cars stopped at the entrance of the inpatient building.
Two middle-aged men got out of the cars.
"Dean Luo, what's happening at your psychiatric hospital?" one of the middle-aged men asked, looking at the chaotic scene.
The man addressed as Dean Luo was indeed Luo Yongtang, the dean of the psychiatric hospital.
Luo Yongtang frowned and stopped a nurse to inquire about the situation.
When he heard that someone had jumped from the building and was currently undergoing surgery in the sterile room, he quickly headed towards the sterile room.
"Dean Luo is here!"
Seeing Dean Luo's figure, the doctors gathered at the entrance of the sterile room quickly made way.
"Director Lian, what's going on?" Dean Luo asked sternly.
"Dean Luo, it's like this. Today, a patient with depression jumped from the building. She was severely injured and is now undergoing a craniotomy in the sterile room," Lian Wenxin quickly explained.
"What? Undergoing a craniotomy? Isn't that absurd! Don't you know our hospital's conditions are insufficient for such a Level Three surgery?" Dean Luo questioned.
"I know. I advised against it, but that intern doctor wouldn't listen, saying the patient would die if surgery wasn't performed immediately."
"I'm a psychiatrist and don't understand surgery, so I couldn't stop them," Lian Wenxin explained hastily, shifting all responsibility to Chen Fan.