The rain kept falling, and Wang Cuixiang looked out the dark window, feeling restless. She wondered what had happened at the military base; her husband hadn't returned.
A light came from the car, heading towards Wei Ai's house. She peered out the window, and soon the car passed by her house.
It's the middle of the night and Xiao Wei's wife has gone out again...
The rain was too heavy, and the car was moving slowly. Song Yan hugged his clothes and closed his eyes to rest.
When they came out, Shen Dongqi even tried to hold an umbrella for her. If holding an umbrella had worked, would Shen Dongqi have been soaked to the bone?
Such a strong wind and rain must have caused considerable damage! Soldiers must be rushing forward at this time. Song Yan prayed for everyone's safety…
After getting out of the car, Shen Dongqi led Song Yan into the hospital building.
The hospital had already taken into account that Song Yan and the others would get wet. Head Nurse Yang was waiting for Song Yan with dry clothes.
These soldiers in Shendongqi are not afraid of the rain.
Song Yan had some dry clothes, and after changing into them, she hesitated when she looked at the white coat lying next to her. Could she wear it?
Head Nurse Yang didn't hear any noise from behind the curtain. "Has Comrade Song Yan changed his clothes?"
"It's all changed!"
Head Nurse Yang walked over and unfolded the white coat, saying, "This is new; it should fit you."
"No, I'll talk to you if I need anything." Song Yan walked out.
Division Commander Qiu and Liu Hui were outside.
Liu Hui introduced Song Yan: "Hello, Comrade Song Yan! This is Commander Qiu, he is a patient's family member."
"Hello! Comrade Song Yan! It's raining so hard, and we had to call you here. We're really sorry, but we had no other choice." Commander Qiu took the initiative to shake hands with Song Yan.
"It's alright! Dr. Liu, may I take a look at the patient's films first?" Song Yan didn't want Commander Qiu to say too many polite words; if she couldn't treat the patient, she didn't want him to waste his breath.
"Please follow me!" Liu Hui led the way. They were about to pass Qiu Jiang's hospital room. The door was open, and a man covered in mud from the waist down was lying face down on the bed. This must be Qiu Jiang.
Song Yan couldn't resist going inside.
Qiu Jiang's upper body was completely exposed, and he underwent a hasty wound cleaning, covered with gauze. The injury was on his lumbar spine. If surgery wasn't possible, he would likely be paralyzed from the waist down.
Qiu Jiang's mother stood outside the ward, watching longingly as her son entered. She dared not go in, for tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She was afraid of upsetting her son.
As Song Yan walked out of the ward, Qiu Jiang's mother's gaze followed her. Song Yan understood her meaning; she wanted to hear Song Yan say that traditional Chinese medicine could cure this illness…
Looking at the X-ray, Song Yan shook her head, just as she had predicted. "This is not a condition that can be treated with traditional Chinese medicine manipulation. This patient needs surgery as soon as possible. He can't wait more than six hours. The local hematoma and edema will cause secondary damage."
I am powerless!
sorry! "
"You don't need to apologize, this isn't your problem." Commander Qiu had long felt that no miracle would happen, but he just didn't want to give up.
What Song Yan said was pretty much the same as what Director Qiao said.
Qiu Jiang's mother heard it clearly. She covered her mouth, and the suppressed sobs were even more heartbreaking.
Song Yan walked out slowly.
"sorry!"
Song Yan turned around when she heard the sound, and Qiu Hai was standing behind her.
"I'm sorry, Comrade Song Yan. I apologize! It was wrong of me to fight with your husband that day!" Qiu Hai bowed to Song Yan.
That matter is in the past!
"Please forgive me. Please think of a way to save my brother!" Qiu Hai was still a teenager, and he was extremely panicked. He was worried that Song Yan wouldn't save his older brother because of him.
Qiu Hai was completely unaware that his hair and clothes were soaking wet. And it wasn't just Qiu Hai; almost everyone in the corridor was wet. Some people's trouser legs were still dripping! There were countless wet footprints on the floor…
"I never let my own emotions affect my patients. For every patient I see, I choose the best treatment plan for them. If I can cure them," Song Yan said solemnly. Qiu Hai unconsciously believed him.
"Then my brother is finished, is he going to be paralyzed?" Qiu Hai was in despair.
Everyone was busy with their own things, except for Qiu Hai. Song Yan asked him, "Do you know where Director Qiao is? I want to see him."
Qiu Hai didn't speak, but led the way, sobbing uncontrollably. "My brother was so amazing... From when I was little... he... took care of me... led me running... Is it possible... he'll never be able to stand up again...?"
Qiu Hai didn't knock, but pushed the door open and pointed at Director Qiao lying on the bed... "Director Qiao... Wei Aiguo's wife said she can't cure him!"
"Sigh! I knew this would be the result." Director Qiao was genuinely upset. "This heavy rain must have been exhausting for you."
Song Yan shook his head, then picked up the film on the bedside table and examined it closely. "Is this your film?"
"Yes!"
Based on what Shen Dongqi said at the time, Qiu Jiang definitely needed surgery. Song Yan wasn't idle on the way; her mind was constantly racing. Qiu Jiang wasn't the only patient; there was also Director Qiao!
Song Yan is overjoyed.
Have you ever injured your lower back?
"I sprained my ankle, and then I kept having problems."
"You'll get back pain if you're on the operating table for more than two hours, right?" Song Yan admired Director Qiao, who was a patient himself but still insisted on going to the operating table year after year.
"Yes!" Director Qiao now believed that Song Yan could read orthopedic X-rays.
"Would you like me to take a look?" Song Yan asked.
“I’m a patient too, of course I have to trust the doctor! Do you need my cooperation?” Director Qiao asked.
Song Yan placed his hand on Director Qiao's wrist. After a moment, he said, "Let me see your tongue."
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