As Ouyang Zhenyu rushed downstairs, the glaring scarlet blood on the stretcher snaked along the steel bars.

The injured man had a thick steel bar inserted into his chest, and his work clothes were gleaming with blood.

"Old Liu was flung into a pile of steel bars by the crane cable!"

The stretcher bearers' faces were covered in soot.

"The city hospital said it would take forty minutes for them to send an ambulance..."

"Doctor, please think of something first."

They really had no other choice; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to bring the person here. Everyone knows that almost no one from Yanjiao Hospital comes here for treatment.

Seeing that the person had stopped breathing, they were truly desperate and could not just watch their comrade die.

"This requires surgery."

Ouyang Zhenyu ripped off his tie.

He rolled up his sleeves and went straight up to perform CPR on the patient.

The patient's pulse had completely stopped.

It was obvious that he had gone into shock.

The workers nearby looked at each other in bewilderment, and the factory manager, who was in charge, said anxiously.

"Comrade, this...this person isn't breathing anymore, what's the point of performing surgery?"

Besides, can you even perform surgery?

The distrust in his voice made Ouyang Zhenyu's eyes sharpen.

"If you don't trust us, then take the person away. We are a hospital, and saving lives is our job."

We have seen that the patient has already given their treatment recommendations.

Whether or not to save them is up to you.

Looking at the wounded patient who was barely breathing, he could only exhale and not inhale.

The factory manager gritted his teeth. It wouldn't take 40 minutes; the person would be gone in four minutes.

"Let's do it!"

Doctor, please, please save the person first.

It's better to let the doctor try to save the person than to just watch them die.

Ouyang Zhenyu asked the nurse to help push the person into the surgical emergency room.

The only three hemostats in the instrument cabinet were rusty, the anesthesiologist was playing cards in the cafeteria, and the nurse searched the entire pharmacy before finding an expired bottle of Demerol.

Ouyang Zhenyu didn't know what to say. It was the first time he had ever seen a hospital so loosely managed.

Ouyang Zhenyu directed the nurses to lend him a hand.

Inside the operating room, the beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor grew increasingly urgent.

As Ouyang Zhenyu wiped the injured man's chest with an alcohol swab, a memory suddenly flashed back to the first time he held a silver scalpel and cut open a leader's chest cavity under the operating lights.

Every blood vessel that was cut was connected to the life of a living person.

"Blood pressure 60/40!"

The nurse's exclamation brought him back to reality.

The steel bar was only two centimeters away from his heart, and it trembled slightly with each breath.

Without a cardiopulmonary bypass machine or autologous blood transfusion equipment, he picked up the sharpest scalpel and tapped it on the rusty instrument tray, making a crisp sound.

"Get me twenty 500ml glass bottles and sterilize them by boiling."

Sweat dripped down his chin onto the sterile drape.

"Notify the blood bank to send type O blood, as much as they have."

As the steel bars were completely removed, the sunset was streaming in through the dusty glass windows.

After Ouyang Zhenyu finished stitching up the last stitch, he heard a chorus of snores coming from the corridor—three nurses who had just finished their night shift were curled up asleep on a bench.

There were twenty glucose bottles piled up at their feet, which were used to make simple negative pressure drainage bottles.

Dean Zhou and Dr. Huang were pacing anxiously in the corridor when they saw Ouyang Zhenyu appear, and they rushed over.

“Ouyang Zhenyu, how could you just decide to perform surgery on the workers without proper authorization? Do you know that this could cause serious problems?”

“Our hospital is not equipped to perform such a major surgery. You’re playing with people’s lives.”

Zhou Weimin was a little furious. He hadn't expected that the new surgeon would immediately get him into trouble.

Originally, this matter would have been completely none of their business if it had been handled by the doctors at the People's Hospital. But frankly, the Yanjiao Hospital only treats minor ailments like headaches, fevers, and headaches, prescribes painkillers, and treats colds and fevers.

Basically, no one comes here for treatment anymore; they just idly wait to die.

However, Ouyang Zhenyu's arrival has clearly disrupted this tranquility.

Dean Zhou has eight years left before retirement, and he is ready to spend his retirement here, drinking tea, watering flowers, and reading the newspaper in his office every day.

Unexpectedly, the new doctor dragged him into a crisis where he might be criticized and even removed from his position as hospital director.

Zhou Weimin's face was yellowish-green, and greenish-purple.

"Dean Huang, treating and saving lives is a doctor's duty. This patient is already in a state of extreme blood loss and shock."

"If we don't save him, Xunshan will die immediately. Can we just stand by and do nothing?"

Zhou Weimin hadn't heard such righteous words for many days.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

“Ouyang, Ouyang, I know you’re new here and full of ambition, and you want to make a name for yourself.”

However, our hospital does not have this treatment method. By doing so, you are putting yourself in danger, and at the same time, the patient is in danger.

"If the patient dies, how will you take responsibility?"

"As long as the hospital director is here, the patient cannot die."

What Ouyang Zhenyu said was true, but he didn't expect that his words would make Dean Zhou and Dr. Huang next to him laugh in anger.

“Ouyang, you don’t understand. We don’t have enough medicine, we don’t have enough equipment, and you don’t even have enough manpower. It’s too risky for someone like you to do this all by yourself.”

Before Dr. Huang could finish speaking, the piercing sound of an ambulance blared.

The ambulance from the Municipal People's Hospital just arrived.

Three people jumped out of the ambulance.

"Where is the patient? Didn't you say the patient you were talking about had been sent to Yanjiao Hospital? Hurry up and send him out, we'll take him back for emergency treatment right away."

The workers immediately surrounded the person who had just brought the patient.

"Comrade. The patient has already undergone surgery. Please go in quickly and check if he is still alive."

They weren't sure either. They had only done it out of necessity; they couldn't just watch someone die. But now, they hoped even more that the person could live.

The nurses and doctors in the ambulance were a little confused when they heard this. They looked up and realized that this was Yanjiao Hospital!

When will Yanjiao Hospital be able to perform surgery again?

No, Yanjiao Hospital was originally qualified to perform surgery, but that changed after their accident.

All the doctors and nurses at Yanjiao Hospital who had any skills had been transferred.

As staff left, the funds allocated to them from above gradually stopped prioritizing them, and there was a shortage of medicines here.

It is a well-known fact that equipment is broken and even medical resources are in short supply.

Everyone knows that this place is not capable of performing surgery.

More importantly, Yanjiao Hospital doesn't even have a surgeon. Who is this person? How dare they be so audacious? Isn't this suicidal?

The three people rushed in, only to find Dean Zhou and his two companions facing off in front of the operating room on the second floor.