Chapter 165 Rescuing Kang Zijian

Gu Baobao's stomach churned, but she didn't stop walking.

[On the left! Behind the flower bed! A woman in a blue sweater! Holding a child!]

Defu's voice is like the most accurate navigation.

Gu Baobao suddenly turned her head, her gaze sweeping over the messy road and locking onto her target.

An Asian woman who looked to be in her thirties, dressed in a well-fitting blue cashmere sweater, slumped down beside a broken flower bed, tightly embracing a boy.

The woman's face was bloodless, tears mixed with dust etched deep lines on her cheeks, her eyes were empty and desperate, and she mechanically and futilely pressed her hand against the little boy's chest.

But dark red blood gushed out from between his fingers, soaking the boy's light-colored coat and staining her hands and sweater red as well.

She unconsciously murmured in Chinese:

"Jianjian... Jianjian, don't be afraid... Mommy's here... Mommy's here..."

The sound was fragmented.

Gu Baobao rushed over as fast as she could, not even noticing what she stepped on.

"I'm a doctor! Let me take a look!"

She rushed forward and spoke urgently in Chinese, while simultaneously crouching down and unhesitatingly pushing away the woman's blood-stained hand.

shocking.

The boy was about ten years old, with delicate features, but at this moment he was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

On his left chest, near his shoulder blade, a gruesome bullet hole was gushing blood, soaking a large area of ​​his clothes.

"Please! Save my child! Save him!"

When Du Lan saw Gu Baobao's Eastern face and heard the familiar Chinese, she was like a drowning person grasping at the last piece of driftwood. She burst into a heart-wrenching cry, wanting to grab Gu Baobao's hand but afraid of hindering her.

"I'm a doctor, I'll do my best!"

Gu Baobao spoke extremely quickly, yet her voice carried a strange, calming quality. She had entered a state of absolute focus, like a healer.

While quickly checking the boy's pupils and carotid artery, she urgently gave commands in her mind:

[Defu, comprehensive injury scan! Real-time guidance!]

[Scanning in progress... Target Kang Zijian, 10 years old, left chest gunshot wound, the bullet is lodged between the scapula and the third rib, did not directly hit the heart, but damaged the intercostal artery branch, causing severe bleeding!]

Left-sided hemopneumothorax has formed, and vital signs are rapidly deteriorating! Immediate hemostasis and relief of intrathoracic pressure are crucial! Host, apply highly effective hemostatic powder! Acupuncture at Tanzhong and Neiguan points to boost Qi! Quickly!

Gu Baobao moved with lightning speed.

She didn't even have time to completely unbutton the boy's clothes; she simply tore open the blood-stained fabric, revealing the wound.

At the same time, his left hand had already pulled out the specially made small bottle containing highly effective hemostatic powder from the lining of a cloth bag that he carried with him but which was actually instantly retrieved from his spatial storage.

He used his teeth to open the bottle stopper and poured most of the bottle of light brown powder precisely and quickly onto the bullet hole that was still bleeding!

The moment the powder came into contact with the blood, a strange reaction occurred, and the rate of bleeding slowed down visibly.

But that's not enough!

With the silver needle already in his right hand, the action of wiping with alcohol swabs was so fast it was almost a blur. In fact, the needle tip had already been disinfected by the spiritual spring's aura as it left the cloth bag.

She was incredibly accurate in identifying acupoints; with lightning speed, she pierced the boy's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint and his wrist at the Neiguan acupoint, her fingertips slightly twisting...

He channeled a barely perceptible wisp of spiritual spring energy into him, forcibly stimulating his waning life force and stabilizing his heart rate.

"Well……"

The unconscious boy let out a very faint groan, and his eyelids twitched.

The bleeding almost stopped!

This scene was witnessed by several other foreign doctors who rushed out with Minister Sui and were also trying to help the injured.

They stared in astonishment at the powder that stopped the bleeding, and at the swift, lightning-fast needles, forgetting to move and widening their eyes.

This...this does not comply with modern trauma first aid standards!

But... the bleeding really stopped?!

The child seems to be...reacting?

"Immediate surgery is needed! Remove the bullet and treat the hemopneumothorax!"

Gu Baobao raised her head and clearly called out in English to Sui Jianguo and Lu Zhanming, who had arrived at her side, as well as the stunned foreign doctors.

"Ambulance! We need to get him to the nearest hospital that has the facilities for surgery immediately!"

Two ambulances finally broke through the obstruction in the distance, their blue lights flashing as they approached with sirens blaring.

"Here! A seriously wounded person! A child! Shot in the chest!"

Lu Zhanming yelled at the paramedics in English, and together with Sui Jianguo, they helped the medical staff carefully lift the boy and his almost paralyzed mother, Du Lan, onto a stretcher and put them into the first ambulance.

"I have to go! His condition could worsen at any moment, and I need to explain the situation to the attending physician and provide assistance!"

Gu Baobao left no room for negotiation. As she spoke, she stepped into the ambulance and knelt in the cramped space next to the stretcher, her hands still in the position of pressing to help stop the bleeding, her hands covered in sticky, warm blood.

Without saying a word, Lu Zhanming jumped into the car.

Sui Jianguo gave his deputy a few instructions and then squeezed up as well.

The ambulance doors closed, and it sped off towards the nearest hospital with its siren blaring.

On the ambulance, paramedics attempted routine monitoring and intravenous fluid administration, but the boy's vital signs remained extremely unstable.

Gu Baobao kept a close eye on his face and the rise and fall of his chest, her fingers always resting on his wrist pulse, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Du Lan held her son's other cold hand tightly, tears streaming silently down her face, her eyes filled with a desperate plea as she looked at Gu Baobao.

[Host, hang in there! The hospital is the Pitié-Salpêtrière Hospital affiliated with Paris VI University, and the director is Professor Jean Dupont, who lined up this morning hoping to speak with you! This is an opportunity!]

Defu provides information in a timely manner.

The ambulance sped along, rushing into the hospital's emergency room.

The car door opened, and paramedics rushed out pushing the stretcher. The head of the emergency department and several surgeons, who had received the news, were already waiting there.

"A ten-year-old boy has a gunshot wound to his left chest, with the bullet still lodged. He has also suffered damage to the intercostal artery, massive blood loss, and a left-sided hemopneumothorax. The bleeding has been initially controlled using special hemostasis methods, but he requires immediate surgery!"

Gu Baobao jumped out of the car and quickly reported the key details of the injury in English, her voice filled with an undeniable urgency.

The head of the emergency department was taken aback when he saw the young woman in front of him, her hands covered in blood, her hair slightly disheveled, but her eyes sharp and calm. However, his professional instincts made him quickly look at the child on the stretcher.

Examination, auscultation, rapid imaging assessment... the situation is critical.

"Prepare the operating room! Immediately!"

The director gave the order.

"director!"

Gu Baobao stepped forward, blocking his way, her gaze intense.

"Please let me be the lead surgeon for this operation, or at least as the first assistant. I understand his injuries and the extent of his bleeding control; I am confident!"

"you?"

The chief physician and the surgeon next to him both looked incredulous.

This girl is too young! And she doesn't look like she has formal surgical qualifications!

"I am Gu Baobao, the medical expert accompanying the Chinese delegation. I am proficient in trauma first aid and surgery."

Gu Baobao met their gazes without backing down in the slightest.

"Time waits for no one! Children can't afford the cost of readjustment and communication later! Please trust me!"

Her gaze was too firm, her tone too resolute, and the boy's wound had indeed miraculously stopped bleeding... all of this was beyond conventional understanding.

"Director DuPont!"

Someone shouted.

Jean Dupont, the elderly dean who had been queuing in front of the booth that morning hoping to invite Gu Baobao to give a lecture, strode over.

He clearly already knew part of the situation. He glanced at Gu Baobao with mixed feelings, then quickly checked on the boy's condition.

"Dr. Gu,"

Dean DuPont spoke in a deep voice, making a bold decision.

"The operating room has a teaching observation window and video recording equipment. You will be the chief surgeon, and my head of surgery, Dr. Ferreira, will be the first assistant, monitoring the entire process. If you perform any improper procedures, Dr. Ferreira has the authority to take over immediately. Do you agree?"

This is the maximum level of trust and compromise he can offer.

"agree!"

Gu Baobao did not hesitate.

"Dean!"

Dr. Ferreira frowned.

"Do as she says! Get ready!"

The DuPont director made the final decision.

He had a gut feeling that this girl from the East might be able to create another miracle.