Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s

Is this the situation? Wei Shangquan’s brows knitted tightly as he suddenly turned his head, locking eyes with Cao Zhao standing opposite the bed.

This clinical teacher, increasingly perplexing, seemed impossible to understand his intentions.

Cao Zhao seemed completely oblivious to the gaze directed at him, his dark eyes exuding a completely calm demeanor as he scanned the heart rate data on the child’s monitor.

Such a serious expression, almost nobody on site had seen before, sinking everyone’s hearts.

Time left for this child might not be much. Doctor Cheng Yuchen thought inwardly, his face bearing an indescribably heavy expression. To rush to save this child, he still hadn’t removed his coat or changed into his white coat, sweat covering him head to toe, merely wiping it away.

The nurse sister rushed to administer furosemide and morphine injections to the child, almost overwhelmed with tasks. Seeing this, Xie Wanying dashed over to help with drawing up medication.

Duan Sanbao saw her actions and also rushed over to assist.

Dai Nanhui picked up a pen, transforming into Duan Sanbao’s usual stance, writing swiftly in his notebook, occasionally glancing at Cao Zhao’s figure, pondering when he himself could be as skilled as this man.

Is he really skilled? If he were, he wouldn’t be frowning at the child now. Cao Zhao thought inwardly.

The students don’t understand that this is a teacher maintaining his image when necessary. Knowing that if the attending physician shows signs of collapse, it’s tantamount to announcing the child’s impending death.

After fifteen minutes of emergency measures, the child’s breathing difficulty slightly eased, though their complexion remained ashen with cyanotic fingernails.

All doctors recognized this situation, knowing no miracle drug exists for this child; all possible medications had already been used.

A resolution must be made. Cao Zhao suddenly turned away, his white coat fluttering as he walked out of the emergency room.

Dai Nanhui immediately tucked away his notes and ran after his idol.

"Yingying." Holding the child’s hand, reluctant to release, Student Wei Shangquan had to entrust Student Xie to go out and check the situation.

Xie Wanying nodded and went out.

Several people walked outside.

Mother Zhu Xing was seated on a long bench outside, holding the cup of water given by a nurse, unable to drink a single sip, her heart beating in sync with her son’s. If her son died, her heartbeat might stop too.

People outside didn’t know she was a single mother. Her child’s father died suddenly a few years back, leaving her alone to take care of her child. Unexpectedly, her son fell critically ill, and over the years of caring for him, it nearly broke her mentally and physically.

Many times, she even thought she’d rather die with her son. Previously, when her child was tired of hospital visits and didn’t want to return, she allowed it because of this reason. Cao Zhao could tell the family’s poor mental state, which is why he sternly criticized and stressed that parents must regularly bring children back for hospital check-ups. As misfortune can happen, someday this doctor might hear that something happened first to this mother and son.

Hearing footsteps halt before her, Mother Zhu Xing raised her head slowly, looking at the attending doctor’s face, her mouth trembling, unable to utter a single word, unsure of what to ask.

The necessary words must be said. Even if the child is to die in the next moment, they must be told. This is the obligation and duty of the doctor to inform.

Cao Zhao tried to communicate with the patient’s family in a soothing tone: "Do you remember what we talked about privately last time?"

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