Chapter 360 My wife calls the shots! Who dares to touch me?

Su Yue shook the thermometer twice and then put it into an alcohol swab for disinfection.

What are you trying to say?

Zhao Dezhu glanced at her, his tone arrogant: "Arrange surgery immediately, amputation. Ten centimeters below the knee, a skin flap transplant. This is the only way to save her life."

"What if we don't cut it off?"

"Not stop?" Zhao Dezhu sneered, adjusting his glasses. "If we don't stop, sepsis will kill him in three days at most. I'm doing this for Chief of Staff Gu, and also for the hospital's reputation. This kind of quack surgery is simply disregarding human life."

He was about to pull back Gu Beichen's blanket when he said, "Nurse, prepare to move him to the operating room."

A hand reached over and pressed down on the corner of the blanket.

That hand was very white, with long, slender fingers, but its strength was astonishing.

Su Yue stood up and stood in front of Zhao Dezhu. Although she was shorter, her aura was so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe.

"Deputy Director Zhao, right?" Su Yue picked up the lab report on the table and slapped it directly on his chest. "White blood cell count is 12,000, a 30% decrease from yesterday. C-reactive protein is decreasing, erythrocyte sedimentation rate is decreasing. Wound drainage is clear and odorless. Are you blind or do you not understand data?"

Zhao Dezhu was slapped and took a step back, his face flushed: "Data can lie! That's a cave! It's full of bacteria! You think spraying some medicine will make it sterile? That's witchcraft!"

"That's a bacteriophage."

"No body type will do!" Zhao Dezhu said, somewhat embarrassed and angry. "I'm an orthopedic expert, and I have absolute authority in this field. What do you know about clinical practice, you drug researcher? Get out of the way! Can you afford to pay for someone's death?"

He reached out to push Su Yue.

“Clatter.”

A crisp metallic clang silenced the entire ward instantly.

Zhao Dezhu's hand froze in mid-air.

Gu Beichen woke up at some point, holding a fruit knife he had just used to peel an apple. The tip of the knife was pressed against Zhao Dezhu's white coat, right at the heart.

The man's face was pale, and his lips were almost bloodless, but the murderous aura that seemed to have crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood made Zhao Dezhu's legs go weak.

"Whose leg are you going to saw off?"

Gu Beichen's voice was very soft, even a little hoarse from just waking up.

Cold sweat instantly beaded on Zhao Dezhu's forehead: "Chief of Staff Gu... I did this for your safety... This leg can't be saved..."

"Whether I can keep her or not is up to my wife." Gu Beichen flicked his wrist, the blade slicing past Zhao Dezhu's button and severing a thread. "If I hear you say another bad word about her, this knife will be used to cut your tongue next time."

"roll."

Zhao Dezhu scrambled out of the ward, not forgetting to utter a threat as he left: "Fine! You guys show off! Don't come begging me if you get infected! If this leg can be saved, I'll change my mind!"

The ward door closed.

Gu Beichen dropped the knife from his hand onto the blanket, and slumped back like a deflated balloon, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

That was just a last gasp.

Su Yue picked up the knife, glared at him irritably, and tucked the blanket around him: "What are you trying to prove? If the wound reopens, I'll really saw it off."

Gu Beichen grinned and hooked his hand around her finger: "Even if I saw you off, you'll still have to support me."

...

Zhao Dezhu did not give up.

As an expert transferred from the provincial capital, he was verbally abused with a knife pointed at his nose on his first day of ward rounds, and he couldn't swallow that insult.

Since doing it openly won't work, let's play dirty tricks.

In less than half a day, the rumors spread like wildfire throughout the military compound and hospital.

"Have you heard? Chief of Staff Gu's leg is useless!"

"Dr. Zhao said amputation was necessary, but Dr. Su insisted on stopping it. Isn't that harming someone?"

"They said it was for the sake of face, that they didn't want to be crippled. Now look what's happened, they're going to lose their lives."

"Oh dear, Dr. Su usually seems so shrewd, how could she be so muddle-headed at such a crucial moment? That's her own husband, how could she do that?"

The rumors became increasingly outrageous, with some even claiming that Gu Beichen had fallen into a coma with a high fever and was being treated.

On the evening of the third day.

The sunset was beautiful, gilding the hospital garden with a golden hue.

Zhao Dezhu was standing by the flower bed, enthusiastically explaining to several family members who had come to see him: "...Gas gangrene, that's a terminal illness! Without amputation, it's just waiting to die. Some people are just blindly confident, thinking they're miracle doctors..."

Several family members nodded in agreement, their faces filled with regret.

"Director Zhao."

A cold voice interrupted his speech.

Zhao Dezhu turned around and saw Su Yue standing not far away, holding a thermos cup in her hand.

"Hey, Dr. Su," Zhao Dezhu chuckled sarcastically, "What? Regretting it now? Too late for amputation, huh? I told you, young people shouldn't be so impetuous..."

His words caught in his throat.

Behind Su Yue, a tall figure slowly walked out.

Gu Beichen was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, with a pair of crutches under his arm. Although he walked slowly and each step was somewhat labored, he had indeed walked on his own.

Both legs are intact.

The left trouser leg was rolled up, revealing clean gauze with no seepage or swelling and blackening as Zhao Dezhu had predicted.

Gu Beichen stopped in front of Zhao Dezhu and looked down at him.

"Director Zhao just said, 'Who wants to wait to die?'"

Zhao Dezhu stared wide-eyed, as if he'd seen a ghost: "This...this is impossible! A penetrating wound! Cave infection! How could you be out of bed in just three days? This is a deathbed resurgence!"

He refused to believe it and wanted to go closer to check the wound.

Commander Zheng, with several guards, turned around from another side path, his face ashen.

"Comrade Zhao Dezhu." Commander Zheng, hands behind his back, slammed a document in his face. "A notice for assistance in the investigation just arrived from the provincial capital. You're under investigation at your former unit for three major misdiagnoses that resulted in patients suffering lifelong disabilities. How did you manage to infiltrate our military region's expert group?"

Zhao Dezhu's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

"take away!"

The guards stepped forward and lifted Zhao Dezhu up like a dead dog.

The surrounding patients and their families burst into applause.

Gu Beichen didn't even glance at him, but simply turned his head and leaned half his weight on Su Yue's shoulder: "Wife, I'm tired, let's go home."

Su Yue supported his waist and shoved the thermos into his arms with her other hand: "Weren't you so impressive just now? Take a few more steps."

Gu Beichen leaned close to her ear and shamelessly nuzzled her: "Give me some face in public. I'll let you ride me like a horse when we get home."

...

It takes a hundred days to recover from a bone or muscle injury.

Although the leg was saved, it will take at least three months of rest to fully recover.

Chief of Staff Gu was forced to begin his career as a "full-time househusband".

The atmosphere in the Gu family courtyard suddenly changed.

The usually imposing Chief of Staff Gu was now wearing a floral apron, sitting on a small stool picking vegetables. His hands, which were usually used for disarming guns and bombs, seemed particularly clumsy when dealing with rotten vegetable leaves, picking half and throwing the other half away.

Gu Ping'an rode on his good leg, climbing on him like a big tree.

"Dad, let's go!"

Gu Pingan grabbed Gu Beichen by the collar and smeared his saliva all over his face.