Yang Qingyan held back her grief and wiped the tears from her face with her hands, but the tears were like beads that had been cut off from the string and could not be wiped away no matter how hard she tried.

Her voice was filled with tears, but she managed to calm herself down and asked again, "What happened? What's the situation now?"

Chen Feng frowned, his face full of self-blame and helplessness. He sighed heavily and said, "He went on a secret mission this time. I don't know what happened during the mission. I know it's related to the drug dealer he was undercover for last year. He has been recuperating this month and has not been in the army. Today, my dad said that the head of Beijing City said that Nan He was seriously injured and was dying. When he woke up, he called your name, so he asked you to go and see him for the last time."

When Yang Qingyan heard this, she felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She bit her lips until they bled, as if this could keep her awake. She suppressed the grief that surged like a wave in her heart and asked in a hoarse voice, "How long will it take to get to Beijing?"

Chen Feng glanced at the dial and replied in a heavy tone, "Four hours."

After saying this, both of them fell silent. The atmosphere in the car was extremely heavy, as if there was a thick layer of haze shrouding it, almost suffocating people.

Chen Feng also had a serious look on his face. He was driving with full concentration, at a very fast speed, but he still felt it was not fast enough. He wished he could fly to the Beijing General Hospital immediately.

Finally, after 3 and a half hours, they arrived at Jing City Hospital. At the door of the emergency room, there were many people with stars on their shoulders standing. Yang Qingyan didn't care too much and asked, "Who is the attending physician? How is Mu Nanhe now?"

The attending doctor looked confused and asked, "Who are you?"

Yang Qingyan said: "놖 is the patient's family member."

The attending physician replied, "He is already dying. Please go in and see him for the last time."

Yang Qingyan was extremely angry and sad at this time. She rushed to the doctor, her eyes red, and shouted: "What do you mean? I want to ask you what the patient's condition is now and where he is injured!"

The chief beside her was frightened by her attitude and hurried forward to explain: "Nanhe family, I understand your feelings, but please calm down, the doctors are all treating you."

Yang Qingyan couldn't listen at all. She was full of concern for Nan He at the moment. She turned her head and said to the leader, "Don't talk! Ask the doctor where Nan He is injured now. Tell me quickly!"

The guard next to the chief was furious when he saw this and wanted to scold her, but the chief raised his hand to stop him. The chief said softly, "It's okay, let her talk."

Doctor Wang sighed helplessly when he saw this. He explained in detail, "The patient's injuries are extremely serious. His spleen is ruptured and almost shattered. His liver is also severely lacerated and has been bleeding. He has five broken ribs, three of which have penetrated deeply into his lungs, causing hemothorax. His arm has an open fracture of the humerus, exposing the bones. His tendons and nerves are severely damaged. His chest cavity is full of blood and fluid, and his heart is almost stopped from being compressed. His legs have multiple fractures of the tibia and fibula, his wrists are comminuted fractures, and his tendons are torn. We have tried everything we can and there is nothing we can do."

After listening to this, Yang Qingyan took a deep breath, suppressed the grief and panic in her heart, and quickly calmed herself down. She looked at Doctor Wang firmly and said, "Prepare sterile clothes for you. You need to go in and take a look."

Doctor Wang was slightly stunned and asked the nurse to bring a sterile suit. Chen Feng also hurriedly followed, and the three of them entered the emergency room together.

As soon as I entered, the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with the smell of blood hit me in the face. I saw Mu Nanhe lying there motionless, his face as pale as paper, bloodless, and his lips dry and white. His body was covered with wounds, and the wounds were turned outward, some of which were still oozing blood. His body was densely hung with monitoring equipment, and the wires were winding and crisscrossed. There were several blood bags hanging on the shelf next to him, and blood was slowly flowing into his body, but he still looked lifeless.

When Chen Feng saw this scene, his eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in his eyes. He bit his lips tightly, trying hard not to cry out, but his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyan whispered, "If you want to cry, go outside. Tears have bacteria in them. You can't cry in here." Doctor Wang nodded silently to show his agreement.

Yang Qingyan walked straight to Mu Nanhe's bedside, gently held his cold hand, and then seemed to casually take his pulse, moving her fingers slightly, quietly feeling the weak but still existing beating.

Her eyes quickly scanned the complicated instruments and the various tubes connected to Mu Nanhe's body, and she had already made a preliminary judgment in her heart. Then, she moved closer to Mu Nanhe and carefully checked the slight changes in his head, neck, and body, not missing any corner that might have hidden dangers.

She stood up and looked at Doctor Wang again, her tone steady and unquestionable: "Bring all his medical records here."

Although Doctor Wang doubted whether she could understand it, he did not say anything and quickly asked someone to get it. After a while, the report was delivered to Yang Qingyan.

She quickly flipped through the pages, her brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed. The cold data and diagnosis results on it gradually turned into clear treatment steps in her eyes. After reading the report, Yang Qingyan had already outlined a complete treatment plan in her mind.

When they walked out of the emergency room, Yang Qingyan took a deep breath, her eyes were firm, and she said in a loud voice, "It can be cured."

Her words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up thousands of waves. The air around seemed to be sucked away, and the lake fell into deathly silence.

Several experts were gathered together, whispering about possible follow-up treatment plans. When they heard Yang Qingyan's words, they all turned around, with expressions of surprise on their faces, as if they had heard a rumor.

The old expert in the lead pushed up the glasses on his nose and looked at Yang Qingyan through the lenses with undisguised doubt, as if he was examining an ignorant child who had intruded into the professional field.

"Little girl, do you know what you are saying?" The old expert was the first to break the silence, with a bit of anger in his tone, "Captain Mu's injury is so serious that our top medical teams in the country have taken turns to diagnose him, but they haven't found the most reliable treatment method. How can you, a girl who looks no more than 20 years old, have the confidence to speak so arrogantly?"

A younger expert nearby also agreed, "That's right, this is no joke. Look at the diagnosis report, spleen rupture, liver hemorrhage, multiple bone fractures and hemothorax, as well as complex internal injuries. Each one of them is a life-threatening problem. We have racked our brains. What makes you think you can do it?"

As he spoke, he waved a thick stack of inspection materials in his hand. The papers made a rustling sound in the air, as if to add momentum to his doubts.

The other experts also shook their heads and whispered to each other: "This girl must be crazy. She dares to act so arrogantly in such a situation."

"I guess he was too nervous about Captain Mu and was talking nonsense on impulse."

The doctors' attitude was like a cold, tall wall standing in front of Yang Qingyan.