"Come inside with me and see, donāt worry, Qigang is tough!"
"Thank you!"
Sheng Ning nodded, and a group of people followed the leader inside. Along the way, the corridor was full of people, some still wearing camouflage paint, obviously just back from field training. Some were even quietly weeping, big men not caring about their usual pride.
On this journey, Sheng Ning walked with extreme difficulty, each step feeling like walking on a blade.
"Leader!"
"Leader."
"Why is everyone crying? Itās just a surgery, whatās there to cry about?" Fan Hengyan sternly scolded, "Why arenāt you all going back? Why are you adding to the chaos here?"
"Leader, please just let me wait until the surgery is over before going back."
"Leader, we just want to know if the Captain and Deputy Captain are out of danger."
"Leader, we donāt want to leave until we know the Captain and Deputy Captain are safe."
"Yeah! Leader."
Fan Hengyan was silent for a moment, then nodded and left with the others. These were all members of the War Wolf Rescue Team, he couldnāt bear to chase them away.
At the entrance of the emergency room, Shen Feihu and Meng Xingzhi were anxiously standing there. Kong Jie had his arm in a cast, and Qin Yue was sitting on a chair with white bandages.
"Leader!"
"Alright, enough with the greetings, itās annoying to watch." Fan Hengyan said in a booming voice.
"Yes!"
The leadership of the Provincial Command Center had already called to inquire about the situation, and they didnāt expect that the second in command would come personally.
The hospital dean hurried over, "Leader, why did you come personally?"
"I couldnāt rest easy not coming, itās better to come here myself than to be distracted no matter what Iām doing."
"Thank you for your concern."
"How is the surgery going?"
This question made the deanās face turn as red as a liver; inside, two surgeries were ongoing, and while others couldnāt see the situation, they could. The hospitalās two best doctors were operating, yet they werenāt very confident.
Xu Qigang had three gunshot wounds, two of which he had removed himself on the spot, but the other one had been stuck inside for too long, easily causing massive bleeding.
This was because of the physical resilience of the Living Yama and Chen Yingjie; if it were the average person, theyād be dead by now.
"Leader, itās the crucial moment of the surgery now, whether we can overcome the crisis depends on the patientās willpower."
"Donāt give me all that nonsense." Fan Hengyan immediately became displeased.
The dean was under more pressure than anyone, if these two rescue heroes really died in their hospital, even if it wasnāt the doctorsā responsibility, his position as dean would be finished.
"Leader..." The dean was almost in tears.
Suddenly, the operating room door was flung open, and a young nurse yelled anxiously, "The patient is suffering massive bleeding, he needs a blood transfusion immediately, but the blood bank is low, who has O-type blood? Who is O-type?"
In the 1980s, who knew what O-type blood was? Some had never even heard of it. The only one who knew his blood type was Qin Yue, and he had found out during a previous injury when he needed a transfusion, but he was A-type.
"Nurse, take my blood."
"Nurse, take my blood, Iāve got plenty of blood."
A large group rushed to roll up their sleeves, surrounding the nurse upon hearing that blood was needed.
Upon hearing this, Sheng Ning rushed to the front with his comrades and said urgently, "Nurse, take my blood, Iām O-type." She clearly knew her blood type; in her past life, almost everyone knew their blood type.
"Shut up! Donāt make trouble, everyone shift to the side." The nurse also had a fiery temper, covered in sweat from head to toe. Those inside bore even greater pressure; not only from the hospital and unionās accountability, but also from their own conscience.