Chapter 407 - 407 407 At All Costs

Chapter 407: [407] At All Costs Chapter 407: [407] At All Costs To put it bluntly, he was panicked. A sudden onset, and no one had noticed at first, thinking the patient had fallen asleep—only to find out she lost consciousness?! It had been a long time since he practiced clinical medicine, and his heart wasn’t as strong as before. Not like his old classmates and Tan Kelin.

Zhou Junpeng rushed into the room upon receiving the notice, anxiously asking the two teachers, “Teacher Cao, Teacher Tan, what’s the situation?”

Tan Kelin had taken off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and tossed his umbrella to the corner. Bending over with his stethoscope, he squeezed the blood pressure cuff’s bulb, pushing out air, and listened carefully to discern the patient’s blood pressure.

As for Cao Yong, he held a medical flashlight, lifting the patient’s eyelid to check the pupil reflex.

“Blood pressure is very low, she’s going into shock. Start fluid resuscitation, go get blood from the blood bank,” Tan Kelin said, taking the stethoscope off and directing the staff below.

“Why is she going into shock?” Zhou Junpeng’s brain froze. “Did she drink too much? Alcohol poisoning?”

“No, she choked on a fishbone—” Xie Wanying said anxiously from behind.

“When did this happen!” Zhou Junpeng turned and shouted at her in panic.

“What’s your name!” Both associate professors turned and reprimanded him simultaneously.

Was now the time to investigate the when and how of the situation? Now was the time for a rescue. Zhou Junpeng’s mind was dunked in cold water by the associate professors’ icy stares, and he quieted down, answering, “Yes, Teacher.”

“Who’s on the second and third line for thoracic surgery tonight?” Tan Kelin asked him calmly.

The first line wasn’t worth considering, probably not even up to Zhou Junpeng’s level.

“The second line is Doctor Yang. The third line is Teacher Fu,” Zhou Junpeng tried hard to catch up to the teachers’ thought process, “They should be on call at home tonight, not in the hospital.”

“Call them back!”

“Yes, Teacher.”

“How long will it take for them to get back?”

“Not that quickly.”

“Are they far away? Whoever lives closest to the hospital, whether on duty tonight or not, notify them to come back!” Tan Kelin said, hands on hips and looking very serious.

It was different when a medical student from their own hospital was in trouble.

Zhou Junpeng took his phone to go outside to call people, but the associate professors shouted for him to come back.

“What are you calling for? Can’t you get someone else to make the call!” Tan Kelin scolded harshly, disappointed to his core, almost wanting to skin this Little Fool standing before him.

You’re a doctor, you should be rushing to join the rescue, but there you were, going to make a phone call. Coming back to his senses, Zhou Junpeng also realized his mind had been in the wrong place, he’d gotten flustered, and turned around looking for someone to make the call, but at a loss as to whom to ask.

Ren Chongda took his phone, “I’ll notify them. Shall we notify Fu Xinheng first?”

In such a major situation, they definitely needed to call that most capable Robot back. Ren Chongda began dialing Fu Xinheng’s number.

Found by a nurse, Qin Ruoyu rushed in. Seeing her friend and student’s shockingly pale face made her legs nearly buckle: “Oh my God—”

“Doctor Qin, prepare the CT room,” Cao Yong turned and told her.

“Massive bleeding, right?” Qin Ruoyu could guess the issue just from seeing the situation.

“It should be,” Cao Yong sensed his junior’s judgment was correct.

“What should we do?”

“After the scan, Dr. Tan and I will go to the operating room first to keep her stable, to wait for thoracic surgery to arrive. So, Doctor Zhou, you go right now and prepare the operating room,” Cao Yong turned and ordered Zhou Junpeng.

Receiving his gaze that conveyed the need to rescue her life at all costs, Zhou Junpeng shivered, then stiffened his spine, responding, “Yes, Teacher Cao!”