"How many surgeons are there in the country? How many female surgeons are there? And how many female cardiothoracic surgeons are actually the lead surgeons?"

"A thousand? A hundred? Ten? One?!"

"No, you are all wrong." The voice of the person on the stage became smaller and smaller. "The answer is zero--"

In 1996, the emergency room of the Third People's Hospital of Minjiang District, Songyuan City. In the dark night, a dilapidated emergency room building was faintly visible, and the light bulbs hanging in the yard in front of the door were swaying and scattered in the wind, forming a sharp contrast with the colorful neon lights on the road outside.

The ambulance with the big red letter "No. 3 Hospital" roared into the hospital's big iron gate, and there was a loud clang when the body of the car scraped against the door. The security guard in the security booth rushed out to check the gate.

Because of the loud noise, Xie Wanying, who was standing in the yard, woke up. Her blurry vision became clear and the focus fell on the door of the emergency room.

Seeing several flustered nurses pushing an emergency cart out of the emergency room, the male doctor, who was one step faster than the nurses, quickly checked the pupils of the patient lying in the ambulance with a flashlight.

"blood pressure?"

"Systolic 70, diastolic 40."

...

...

"Hypotension, what does that mean? What is the patient's complaint?"

"He said he had a pain in his heart."

"Heart attack? Myocardial infarction?"

The stethoscope was placed on the patient's chest to listen. The patient was sweating profusely, his face was pale, like a dead person, and his lips were white. The male doctor said, "Hurry up and take him in and give him an injection of morphine to relieve the pain."

"You're wrong. It's not a heart attack, it's a ruptured aortic aneurysm. The pale face is not because of pain, but because of blood loss--" Xie Wanying murmured a series of words unconsciously with her slightly opened mouth.

Several nurses pushed the lathe to take the patient to the emergency room. The emergency doctor followed the patient and the nurse and walked back quickly. Suddenly, he heard something on the wind and stopped abruptly. Turning around, he saw the girl standing in the yard.

The girl was tall and thin, with a black pigtail that looked like a willow swaying in the wind. She had fair skin and slender wrists, and was wearing a blue and white high school uniform.

Xie Wanying, who was being stared at by the other party, was also looking at the face of the man opposite her.

This male doctor is quite handsome.

His face is small and chin is standard, unlike the square face which is stiff, which is very popular among young girls. His hair is cut in line with the current celebrity trend, with small hair at the ends and flying bangs, and his eyes are bright and shining in the night.

Without a white coat, this person walking on the street might be mistaken for a young singer holding a guitar and singing. But with a white coat, he will attract more attention.

She may be in her early twenties, but her actual age may be older because her beautiful face hides her actual age.

Xie Wanying's eyes fell on the doctor's badge on the chest of the man's white coat, which read: Neurosurgery, Cao Yong. By the way, the black pen hung on the pocket of this man's white coat was very cool.

It's no wonder that he didn't recognize the difference between myocardial infarction and aortic rupture at the first time, Xie Wanying thought.

"Doctor Cao, the patient--" the emergency nurse ran to the door and called out.

Hearing the nurse's call, Cao Yong quickly turned around and walked into the emergency room, but his mind couldn't get rid of the high school girl he had just seen.

Which student? Which school? How can you say the medical term for ruptured aortic aneurysm?

Did he hear it wrong?