Chapter 353 A Healer's Compassion!
"Don't move."
Gu Beichen held her hand, placed the lunchbox on the table, and opened the lid.
Steaming hot.
The braised pork belly is a bright red color, with two golden-brown fried eggs lying next to it, and a generous amount of white rice underneath.
"I heard from Sister Zhang that you signed a pledge?" Gu Beichen pulled up a chair, sat down opposite her, and looked at her in the light of the street lamp outside the window.
His voice was flat, revealing no emotion, but his eyes, which shone frighteningly bright even in the darkness, were fixed on her face.
Su Yue picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of meat, and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling, "Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast. Sister Zhang is such a gossip."
"Su Yue".
Gu Beichen called out his full name.
Su Yue stopped chewing the meat.
"What do you plan to do if you can't save him?" Gu Beichen asked.
"I haven't thought about it." Su Yue swallowed the rice in her mouth and picked up a fried egg. "Once you're on the operating table, you can only think about how to win, not how to lose."
Gu Beichen remained silent.
He looked at the woman in front of him.
Her face was only the size of a palm, with dark circles under her eyes, chapped lips, and messy hair.
He was clearly exhausted and felt like he was about to fall apart, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, as if they were burning with fire.
This is nothing like the delicate capitalist's daughter she used to be.
This is clearly a crazy person who doesn't care about their life.
"Come home with me after you finish eating." Gu Beichen took the chopsticks from her hand, picked up the fried egg, and fed it to her.
Su Yue opened her mouth and took a bite. The yolk flowed out, and the aroma was so enticing that it made one want to cry.
"I can't go back." She said with food in her mouth. "Tiedan just stabilized, but tonight is the critical period. I have to stay and watch over him. There are still so many children with fevers, and the fever clinic can't function without people."
Gu Beichen paused for a moment.
He stuffed the remaining half of the egg into his mouth, swallowed it in a few bites, then stood up, took off his military overcoat, and covered Su Yue's head with it.
His warm coat instantly enveloped her, and his scent—a mix of tobacco, mint, and a hint of gunpowder—overwhelmed her, bringing a sense of peace.
"Then sleep here."
Gu Beichen put the lunchbox away, walked to the door, turned his back to her, and rested his hand on the door frame.
“I called the regimental headquarters and they sent a platoon over to maintain order. Also, I signed a document.”
Su Yue peeked out from under her coat collar: "What are you signing?"
"Guarantee Letter".
Gu Beichen didn't turn around; his voice sounded particularly low in the empty corridor.
"If you go to jail, I'll go with you."
The door closed.
Su Yue huddled inside her coat, her fingers gripping the cold brass button at the collar.
My eyes suddenly felt a little hot.
This man is usually as taciturn as a stone, but he can really touch people's hearts when it matters.
She didn't sleep.
After finishing her meal, Su Yue washed her face again, put on a clean mask, and returned to that noisy, crowded battlefield filled with the smell of disinfectant.
......
The cold, white light from the laboratory lamps shone on the stainless steel workbench, giving it a chilly feel.
Su Yue sat in front of the microscope, her neck stiff as if it were filled with lead.
She held a pipette in her hand, her movements so fast they were almost blurry.
"Sister, the lysis spots for this batch of culture medium have come out." Chen Xinyue leaned on the table next to her, her voice erratic, a piece of record paper clutched in her hand, her eyelids drooping.
"Data." Su Yue didn't even look up, skillfully adjusting the focus with her left hand.
“Plate No. 3, inhibition zone diameter 0.5 cm. Plate No. 5, no reaction. Plate No. 7…” Chen Xinyue paused, then suddenly straightened up and rubbed her eyes hard. “Sister! Plate No. 7! Diameter over 2 cm! And the edges are clear and translucent!”
Su Yue paused.
She grabbed the petri dish from Chen Xinyue's hand and placed it under the light.
It was a layer of murky bacterial lawn, with a transparent circle suddenly appearing in the middle.
Clean and thorough.
It felt like I had been swallowed whole by something.
“That’s it.” Su Yue put the petri dish back, picked up a pen and drew a circle on the notebook, “A specific phage against MRSA (methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus), codenamed ‘Hunter-7’.”
The wall clock pointed to four in the morning.
Ten hours have passed since Tie Dan fell ill.
"Xinyue, prepare the centrifuge, 12,000 RPM, for ten minutes." Su Yue stood up, her vision went black for a moment, and she held onto the corner of the table for a couple of seconds to catch her breath. "We need to extract high-purity phage fluid to make an aerosol."
There was no movement behind him.
Su Yue turned around.
Chen Xinyue had already fallen asleep on the table, still clutching the marker in her hand, the tip of which had smeared a large blot of ink on her white coat.
This girl worked with her around the clock for 24 hours straight; even a person made of iron couldn't withstand that.
Su Yue didn't wake her up. She took off her white coat and covered her with it before turning and walking towards the centrifuge.
The machine hummed, its monotonous sound soothing.
Su Yue leaned against the control panel, took a mint out of her pocket and popped it into her mouth.
A chill ran up to the top of my head, slightly suppressing the surging drowsiness.
This is not just about saving a child.
This is a race against time with the unseen Grim Reaper. If they lose this round, they will not only lose Tie Dan's life, but also the future of the entire "Pheromone Project," and even Gu Beichen will be implicated.
The centrifuge has stopped.
Su Yue took out the test tube.
The pale yellow liquid swayed slightly at the bottom of the tube.
Those are hundreds of millions of tiny "killers," poised to strike.
...
Six o'clock in the morning.
The entrance to the intensive care unit.
Director Liao walked around in the corridor with his hands behind his back, the sound of his shoes scraping the floor was irritating.
The young Dr. Liu leaned against the wall, staring at the critical condition notice he had already signed, his face ashen.
"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!" Director Liao stopped and pointed to the tightly closed laboratory door. "It's this late and there's still no sign of her! I think she's scared! She's hiding!"
"Director, Tiedan's blood oxygen level has dropped again!" The nurse rushed out of the room, her voice trembling with tears. "It's down to 60! Even with the ventilator settings at maximum, it's not helping!"
Director Liao's expression changed, and he rushed towards the ward.
Before I even entered the door, I was stopped by a hand.
Su Yue carried a silver metal box in her hand, her hair was simply tied back, with a few strands of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, unable to hide the dark circles under her eyes.
But that face was as cold as ice.
"Get out of the way."
Director Liao glared at her: "What are you trying to do? The child can't take any more stress right now!"
“Not doing anything is also a death sentence.” Su Yue walked past him and went straight into the ward. “Why don’t I give it a try?”
On the hospital bed, Tie Dan's small body was buried in the blankets, covered with tubes.
The waveforms on the monitor were a jumbled mess, like a tangled ball of yarn.
The suffocating snoring sound filled the entire room, each breath sounding like a broken bellows being pulled, making one's lungs ache.
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