As the BMW car sped closer, the reporters and banner-wielding individuals standing by the entrance scrambled to get out of the way.
The BMW, however, showed no signs of slowing down and drove straight into the mental hospital's courtyard.
"Who the hell is this! Driving like they don't care about their life?!"
"Looks like it's a car from the mental hospital."
"They're truly a bunch of lunatics. Who would dare come to this kind of hospital in the future? We must report this hospital and eradicate this tumor!"
The sudden appearance of the BMW intensified the crowd's resentment towards the mental hospital, and curses erupted.
After entering the courtyard, the BMW stopped directly in front of the outpatient building.
"Director Chen! Director Qin!" Zhao Qianqian was already waiting at the entrance.
Seeing Chen Fan and Qin Shuran get out of the car, Zhao Qianqian handed all the previous medication lists to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan glanced at them and then pointed to the entrance, asking, "What are those people outside doing?"
Zhao Qianqian explained the whole story.
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan frowned slightly, "Isn't this too coincidental? We just had an incident, and they've already prepared banners."
Zhao Qianqian asked, "Director Chen, how should we handle this? I heard many reporters have arrived, and some new media websites are broadcasting live. The viewership is constantly rising, with nearly a million people watching. The entire internet is scolding us, the mental hospital."
Chen Fan walked towards the operating room, waving his hand, "Don't worry about it. Let them broadcast however they want. We need to treat the injured first."
"Yes!" Zhao Qianqian nodded and followed Chen Fan into the changing room to put on sterile surgical attire.
Qin Shuran, on the other hand, returned to her clinic first, intending to wait for Chen Fan there.
Meanwhile, in the operating room, sweat continued to pour down Zheng Hairong's forehead.
The assistant standing beside Zheng Hairong constantly wiped his sweat.
Zheng Hairong was continuously operating on the injured patient, but the intestinal damage in the patient's abdomen was too severe to be sutured.
Even if a portion of the intestine were removed, it would be of no use given the patient's current condition.
"Beep—!"
Suddenly, the cardiac monitor sounded an alarm again.
"Doctor Zheng, the patient's heart has stopped, and blood pressure is also disappearing!" another doctor quickly said.
"Administer one dose of adrenaline intravenously! Prepare the defibrillator!"
"We must hold on for twenty minutes, until Director Chen returns!"
Despite the difficult surgery, Zheng Hairong, being a surgical expert, remained calm and began preparing for the patient's resuscitation.
"Charge."
"Clear."
"Thump!"
After using the defibrillator, Zheng Hairong personally began performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the patient.
However, to Zheng Hairong's despair, after three consecutive defibrillations, the patient showed no response, and his heartbeat remained stopped.
"Doctor Zheng, he's... he's gone," a doctor beside him said with a look of disappointment.
"One dose of adrenaline to maintain his blood pressure, and one more defibrillation!"
However, Zheng Hairong refused to give up. He had finally regained his confidence as a doctor, having thanked Chen Fan that day for helping him rediscover the feeling he had when he first started as a doctor. He was unwilling, and he would not let any patient die under his care!
The assistant pushed in another dose of adrenaline.
Defibrillator, charge, everyone clear.
"Thump!"
Another sound.
"Beep, beep, beep."
Finally, the lines on the cardiac monitor began to jump again. At this moment, everyone in the room saw hope.
Zheng Hairong's clothes were soaked.
Although the patient had been revived once more, he knew he had given his all. If the same situation occurred again, the patient would surely die.
"I'll take over from here."
Just then, a familiar voice sounded from the operating room doorway.
Zheng Hairong and the others quickly turned to look.
"Director Chen!" Seeing Chen Fan standing at the door, already in surgical attire, Zheng Hairong finally felt a sense of relief.
"Thud!"
Zheng Hairong's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor.
Chen Fan went directly to Zheng Hairong's previous position and instructed, "Take Doctor Zheng to rest and prepare him 500 milliliters of glucose."
"Yes!" Zheng Hairong's assistant nodded quickly and moved to help Zheng Hairong.
However, Zheng Hairong stood up and did not leave, remaining by Chen Fan's side.
Chen Fan did not drive Zheng Hairong away. He knew that Zheng Hairong wanted to see how he would treat Xu Shanguo.
Chen Fan took out several silver needles and inserted them into several acupoints on Xu Shanguo's body.
He then manipulated the needles with a special technique.
As a resonance occurred among all the silver needles, Chen Fan finally began his work.
With a surgical knife, he severed several sections of Xu Shanguo's intestines and quickly sutured them with needle and thread.
Zheng Hairong stood by, watching with bated breath.
Only when Chen Fan had sutured all the intestines and saw that Xu Shanguo's vital signs were stable did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
However, at this moment, Chen Fan suddenly picked up a surgical knife and made an incision in the appendix.
"Director Chen, what are you doing?" Zheng Hairong asked, confused.
After all, there was no problem with the intestine in that area, and he didn't understand why Chen Fan was making an incision there.
"Don't you want to know why he ended up like this?" Chen Fan asked.
"You mean, you have a way to find out?" Zheng Hairong asked, full of surprise.
Chen Fan took a syringe and absorbed a black liquid from the intestine, then handed it to Zhao Qianqian, "Take this to analyze its composition."
"Remember to record the entire process," Chen Fan added as a reminder.
"Yes, Director Chen!" Zhao Qianqian took her phone, turned on the recording function, and quickly left the operating room.
Outside the mental hospital's gate, the man had been shouting until his throat was hoarse, but no one from the mental hospital's leadership had appeared.
This made the man extremely angry, and it also filled the reporters and netizens with fury.
They had never encountered such an irresponsible hospital.
"See? See? This is the attitude of the mental hospital! Not a single person has come out to explain to us!"
"My dear uncle, you died so tragically. Uncle, your nephew is unfilial. Your nephew shouldn't have left you alone in the mental hospital. I should have transferred you, even if they beat me to death. Then you wouldn't have gotten into trouble! Uncle, your nephew is sorry for you!"
To enhance his emotions and incite more dissatisfaction towards the mental hospital, the man knelt down towards the mental hospital and kowtowed and cried out in its direction.
"Oh, it's only been a day, and you're already showing such great respect?" However, at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly reached the man's ears.