"He's awake, he's awake?! The patient is actually awake?!"
"Look, why is he sweating so much, and there are water droplets constantly falling from his body."
A female surgeon noticed something was wrong, pointed at the young man's body, and exclaimed.
The young man had regained consciousness and, hearing the surrounding voices, looked at his arm. He saw it was covered in sweat and was startled himself. He hurriedly asked Zheng Hairong, who was not far away, "Doctor, what's wrong with me? What happened just now?"
Zheng Hairong didn't know what had happened, and he was still angry. Naturally, he answered with a cold face.
Chen Fan explained, "Don't worry, you're fine now. This is to speed up your metabolism and expel the flesh-eating bacteria from your body."
"Expel it from my body? I, I have flesh-eating bacteria inside me too?!" The young man's scalp tingled at the news.
This thing had already caused his finger to be amputated. If he had it inside him, wouldn't his life be over!
"The flesh-eating bacteria in your body have been mostly expelled. Drink plenty of water and urinate frequently later, and you'll be fine," Chen Fan patted the patient's arm to comfort him.
Hearing Chen Fan's explanation, the young man nodded quickly and finally relaxed.
As for Zheng Hairong, his expression was extremely grim. He hadn't expected Chen Fan to show off again.
To avoid losing face in front of everyone, Zheng Hairong said, "This is due to the flesh-eating bacteria in his body. It has nothing to do with my surgery."
"Is that so?" Chen Fan sneered and glanced at Zheng Hairong.
"What does Director Chen mean by that?" Zheng Hairong asked.
Chen Fan pointed to the young man's finger, "You made a mistake in the very first step of the surgery."
"I made a mistake? Director Chen, if you can't explain this properly today, don't blame me for being rude!" Zheng Hairong questioned coldly, his face full of anger.
Chen Fan said, "Alright, then I will tell you where you went wrong."
"First, the patient's finger was infected with flesh-eating bacteria, and you directly amputated it without any isolation. This caused the flesh-eating bacteria to enter the patient's body through the bloodstream. Second, after the surgery, you did not perform any antibacterial treatment on the patient's wound. Third, when the patient developed multiple organ failure, your first instinct was to use adrenaline. Do you know that adrenaline constricts blood vessels, raises blood pressure, and strengthens myocardial contractility? By doing so, you were undoubtedly accelerating the patient's death. I would like to ask you, is this kind of surgery considered problem-free?"
At Chen Fan's questioning, the scene fell silent!
Zheng Hairong was stunned, frozen in place, his mind replaying everything that had happened during his surgery.
Not long after, Zheng Hairong's face became extremely ugly because he realized that everything Chen Fan had said was correct!
"Director Chen, I, I know I was wrong." Zheng Hairong stammered a few times, finally choosing to bow his head to Chen Fan with a face full of shame.
The young surgeons were so shocked their jaws almost dropped.
This was the authority expert in surgery in Jiangcheng City, and he actually bowed to such a young doctor! This made the surgeons who looked up to Zheng Hairong find it hard to accept.
Seeing Zheng Hairong bow, Chen Fan naturally wouldn't target him anymore. He had indeed seen very clean and efficient surgical techniques from him earlier, and his reputation as a surgical authority expert was likely not undeserved.
The surgery department of the mental hospital also needed such talent. Chen Fan said calmly, "I hope Dr. Zheng will treat every patient cautiously in the future. His wound still needs to be re-treated."
After saying this, Chen Fan turned and walked towards the door.
"Yes, Director Chen!" Zheng Hairong was completely convinced by Chen Fan's medical skills and quickly nodded in response.
The young doctors who had mocked Chen Fan earlier all shut their mouths and quickly made way.
Stepping out of the operating room and changing out of his sterile gown, Chen Fan checked his phone and saw more than a dozen missed calls, all from Da Xiong.
Chen Fan frowned slightly. Da Xiong calling so many times must mean something urgent. He immediately called back.
Soon, Da Xiong's anxious voice came through the phone, "Brother Fan!"
"What's wrong?" Chen Fan asked.
"Brother Fan, Xiao Hu is in trouble!"
"What exactly happened?" Chen Fan stopped in his tracks.
"Early this morning, Xiao Hu finished his shift at Fashion Trend. When he was passing over the moat bridge, a group of people intercepted him on the road, and then they crashed him and his car off the bridge. He was only discovered this morning."
"How is he? Who did it?" Chen Fan asked urgently.
"We don't know yet. He's at the Second Hospital now, but the doctors say, the doctors say he's likely beyond saving. They can only maintain some vital signs with adrenaline now." Da Xiong's sobbing could be heard on the phone.
"Wait for me there. Tell the doctors, no matter how much adrenaline it takes, they must maintain his vital signs!" Chen Fan commanded.
"Yes, Brother Fan!"
Chen Fan hung up the phone and ran out of the hospital quickly.
In about twenty minutes, Chen Fan had driven to the emergency department of the Second Hospital.
Outside the entrance, there was a seemingly endless stream of young men, all standing in the hallway with grim expressions, as if waiting for something.
"Mr. Chen is here!"
Someone shouted.
All eyes fell on Chen Fan, and then a path quickly opened up.
Seeing the people in front of him, Chen Fan frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. He walked quickly towards the entrance of the emergency room.
"Mr. Xiong, what I'm saying is true. Using adrenaline to keep the patient alive like this is a waste of resources. This person really has no hope of recovery!"
Outside the emergency room, a male doctor wearing glasses was earnestly trying to persuade Da Xiong.
A man standing next to Da Xiong stepped forward and grabbed the male doctor's collar, "You dog! Didn't you hear what our boss said? If anything happens to the person inside later, and he doesn't hold on until the person we're waiting for arrives, I'll tell you, none of the people behind me will let you go!"
"Understand?!"
The male doctor was startled by the man, his glasses askew, hanging on his face, full of terror.
He was just following procedure to notify the family, but he didn't expect these people to be so difficult, insisting on waiting for someone and not stopping the adrenaline, demanding that his vital signs be maintained. It was utterly futile.
"I, I understand." The doctor's voice trembled with fear.
"If you understand, then what are you still standing here for?! If the person inside dies, I guarantee you won't see tomorrow's sun!" The man threatened viciously.
"Stop!" However, at this moment, a familiar voice sounded from the crowd.