Chapter 38 He is related to Chi Yanzhou's coma

"Mr. Xia, when I came back just now, I saw Miss leave in a car. She probably won't be back anytime soon, right?" Aunt Liu said uncertainly.

Upon hearing this, Xia Jianyong's face turned ashen.

"Today is her third-day homecoming day, so why is she not going home but instead taking a car and heading out?"

Seeing Xia Jianyong's anger, Xia Zhuyu secretly fanned the flames.

"My sister clearly doesn't respect our family. She deliberately left at the last minute to put on a show for others. Now everyone knows that she doesn't get along with our family."

"Now people outside will be laughing at our family," Xia Zhuyu said, looking unhappy.

Li Rouyue also frowned, her face full of displeasure.

However, she was still thinking about getting Xia Yuhuan to speak to the Chi family about getting Xia Jianyong promoted, so she still exercised some restraint.

"Maybe she had something come up and went out? She always has to come back for the third-day homecoming, let's wait a little longer," Li Rouyue advised.

Xia Jianyong could only sit on the sofa with a cold face and wait.

...

On the other side, at the military hospital.

When Xia Yuhuan arrived at the hospital, she was led to the entrance of the emergency room.

Chi Shaokang was waiting there.

Upon seeing Xia Yuhuan arrive, Chi Shaokang hurriedly came to greet her.

"Xiao Huan, you're here. Quickly, go in and see if you can help," Chi Shaokang said in a deep voice.

Xia Yuhuan knew the situation was urgent, so she didn't have time to ask more questions. She only asked Chi Shaokang, "Was he injured while protecting his country?"

"Yes." Chi Shaokang said in a deep voice, "Xiao Huan, he is very important. He is carrying the secret of Yan Zhou's unconsciousness. Please do everything you can to save him."

"Of course, every soldier who protects the country deserves my utmost effort to save." Xia Yuhuan left these words and followed the nurse waiting nearby to change into her surgical gown, preparing to enter the operating room.

Yan Hu looked at Chi Shaokang and said softly, "Chief, you've faced so much pressure to invite Xia here. Is she really capable?"

Although Xia Yuhuan had just treated him and given him hope, he was still not fully cured. Chi Shaokang was under so much pressure to have Xia Yuhuan come to treat such an important talent, and he was still a little worried.

It felt too risky.

Chi Shaokang looked at the closed operating room door and slowly said, "Yan Hu, in your whole life, have you ever lost your mind and acted impulsively?"

“Of course it has happened,” Yan Hu said in a low voice.

Although he is calm and collected, he is a person, not a machine, and naturally he will also have impulsive and reckless moments.

But that was when he was young. Now that he's older, he's rarely as impulsive and reckless as he used to be.

Chi Shaokang smiled faintly: "My trust in Xiao Huan is my impulse."

"It may sound unbelievable, but I do have an inexplicable sense of trust in Xiao Huan. I always feel that she is trustworthy and capable."

This kind of trust, even at the first meeting, had a slightly impulsive feel to it.

This was confirmed after Chi Yanzhou was poisoned.

Two days earlier, she had been able to determine from his pulse that his heart meridian had been injured, and that Yan Hu's left hand had been severely injured and that his middle finger also had a problem, which brought her to her peak.

So now, he is willing to try to save Wen Yingjie, who is lying in the operating room and facing a desperate situation, and ask Xia Yuhuan for a chance to live.

He felt that if Wen Yingjie had any chance of survival, it must lie with Xia Yuhuan.

Yan Hu: "..."

He stared at Chi Shaokang in disbelief and shock.

He had followed Chi Shaokang for many years and knew Chi Shaokang's personality well, knowing that he was not the kind of person who easily trusted others.

But now, what Chi Shaokang is saying and doing is really overturning his understanding of Chi Shaokang.

But looking at the closed operating room, Yan Hu inexplicably hoped that Chi Shaokang's idea was right.

If Xia Yuhuan really has this ability, then Wen Yingjie can be saved.

...

When Xia Yuhuan entered the operating room, several outstanding surgeons from the military hospital were discussing treatment plans.

"What is the patient's condition now?" Xia Yuhuan asked.

"Are you the doctor whom Chief Chi risked everything to vouch for, the one who might be able to save lives?" Upon hearing her voice, someone asked immediately.

"Is she a girl?"

"She's just a young girl?"

"Isn't this ridiculous? At such a young age, even if they were studying medicine, they wouldn't have mastered it yet. What kind of medical skills could they possibly have?" someone said angrily.

Xia Yuhuan remained calm in the face of the questions raised by the group.

"My medical skills have nothing to do with my age or gender."

"You are all doctors, and doctors should have compassion. At this time, you should be thinking about how to treat patients, not discussing the gender and age of the newly joined doctors!"

"This is an irresponsible act towards the patient's life!"

Xia Yuhuan's cold rebuke left everyone present speechless.

Although they were all wearing masks, their embarrassment was obvious; their eyes were filled with anger, yet they restrained themselves because they couldn't refute it.

If you could see their faces, you would definitely see their faces turning red.

After Xia Yuhuan finished speaking, she added, "As for my abilities, you will naturally see for yourselves."

Without asking any further questions about Wen Yingjie's current condition, she stepped forward, took his hand, and began to take his pulse.

"Taking a pulse? You're a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner?"

"It's one thing if she's a young girl, but she's a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner! A traditional Chinese medicine practitioner has actually infiltrated our emergency surgical operating room? Isn't that a joke? It's utterly absurd!"

"He has a problem with his blood clotting function, and he's been bleeding non-stop?"

"You're afraid to remove the bullet because you can't stop him from bleeding?"

Xia Yuhuan's voice silenced the group of people who were initially filled with righteous indignation.

"How...how did you know?"

"Can you really diagnose such specific conditions by taking a pulse?"

The group gasped, staring at Xia Yuhuan in shock.

Ignoring their reactions, Xia Yuhuan stepped forward to check Wen Yingjie's wound.

He had many wounds, all of which were slowly bleeding.

The most serious injury was in the chest, above the heart, where the bullet was lodged, directly into the bone.

Given the current surgical environment and conditions, the surgery itself is very difficult and risky in such a location, not to mention that Wen Yingjie also has a blood clotting disorder.

He was losing blood continuously, but they couldn't get him to take a transfusion.

He was only bleeding slightly, but if he were to receive a blood transfusion, his bleeding would increase, and the rate of blood transfusion would be far slower than the rate of bleeding.

This frightened the doctor, who immediately stopped his blood transfusion.

Strangely enough, once the blood transfusion stopped, the amount of bleeding also decreased.

The doctors were utterly baffled by this strange phenomenon.

They couldn't receive a blood transfusion, the wound continued to bleed, and the bullet in his chest had to be removed, but removing the bullet would worsen the bleeding. These combined circumstances put them in a difficult situation.

After all, Wen Yingjie had already lost too much blood, and the amount of blood left in his body was simply not enough to support him in completing this surgery.

Xia Yuhuan took out two pills from the cloth bag she had brought and stuffed them directly into Wen Yingjie's mouth.

"What did you feed him? He can't swallow now, he..." The doctor next to him saw this and hurriedly stopped him with concern.

However, in the next instant, Xia Yuhuan had already grabbed Wen Yingjie's chin, forcing him to swallow the pill unconsciously.

The onlookers: "..."