Chapter 448: Chapter 445 Emergency Rescue
Zhang Hao immediately realized the severity of the issue and quickly snatched the cup from He Qianhui’s grip.
"In just a moment, you’ve finished a cup of coffee. You’re..."
"If you’re really tired, take a break. You can look at those materials anytime."
He Qianhui shook her head, took the cup, opened the refrigerator, and poured herself another cup of coffee.
"Like you said, I shouldn’t hold anyone back. How can I rest at a time like this? Maybe it’s just because I went to bed late last night."
After saying this, He Qianhui returned to the study, unaware of the pained look that appeared in Zhang Hao’s eyes.
It seemed his promotion was justified after all.
The announcement of Zhang Hao’s promotion was scheduled for Monday morning.
The staff of the hospital, totaling a hundred or so people, stood in the lobby of the first floor, clapping to celebrate Zhang Hao’s advancement.
The Traditional Medicine Department, which had already had a small celebration, clapped even more energetically.
"Although I’ve been promoted this time, my dedication to saving lives and aiding the injured remains unchanged. I hope we can all work together with sincerity in the future!"
He had barely finished speaking when a nurse from the inquiry desk hurried over.
She made her way through the crowd to find the Director of Surgery.
"Director, Director, we’ve just received a call about a car accident victim on the way here; we need to prepare immediately."
As soon as the nurse finished, all the medical staff from surgery and the emergency room rushed to the frontline.
The Director of Surgery took a few steps and then suddenly stopped, grabbing Zhang Hao by the arm.
"Accident injuries can be minor or severe, this time you must come."
Zhang Hao didn’t decline, but being tugged on by the Director of Surgery like that made it seem as though he didn’t want to go.
"Oh dear, okay, okay, I’ll go, I’ll go, just let go of me first."
The ambulance took only five minutes to arrive with the patient, and when Zhang Hao saw the victim, he was stunned.
Was there still a chance to save this person?
The nurse in the ambulance had been doing chest compressions all the way until her arms were spent.
Looking at her small frame, he hadn’t expected her to have such great endurance.
"Alright, leave it to us now. You go and take a break, have some water."
The emergency nurse wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a smile, "Okay, I hope she survives."
Survival was the medical staff’s wish.
Zhang Hao and the medical team ran toward the emergency room like mad.
Resuscitation, arranging blood, racing against the reaper every second.
Half a day had passed, and several departments had tried every means to cling to this one life.
Fortunately, in the end, the efforts were not in vain, as the patient’s surgery was successful, though they were extremely weak and needed to be observed in the ICU.
This was something that didn’t require Zhang Hao’s time and effort anymore.
He had just returned to his department and hadn’t even had the chance to sit down and rest for a moment.
Yet another wave of patients arrived, waiting for him to treat them.
After finishing the day’s work, Zhang Hao returned home to find it empty.
He Qianhui must be on a business trip, he figured with a kick of his heel.
Left alone at home again, Zhang Hao couldn’t even be bothered to enter the kitchen.
Instead, he went out to a noodle shop in the neighborhood, ordering a bowl of beef noodles and two small appetizer plates.
After eating to his satisfaction and returning home, it was just past eight in the evening.
Lying in bed, bored to death, he couldn’t fall asleep either way.
Yet, as if possessed by a ghost, he tapped into the hospital’s work group chat.
The latest message was from this afternoon at three o’clock, sent by a nurse.
However, it was from the Orthopedics Department.
Orthopedic issues were only vaguely understood by Zhang Hao; he looked into it a bit but didn’t find any useful information.
He was about to return and find a movie to pass the time when an unexpected call came in.
On the other end of the phone, the nurse was shouting anxiously, saying they couldn’t get in touch with the Director of Surgery.
Knowing that Zhang Hao often came to help in the surgery department, in desperation, they had contacted him.
Luckily, Zhang Hao answered the phone; otherwise, they wouldn’t know what to do.
Although he knew this wasn’t his responsibility, now that they had sought his help,
he couldn’t just ignore it.
Zhang Hao still asked patiently what exactly was happening.
"Doctor Zhang, it’s about the victim we admitted this morning. Her condition isn’t too good, can you come over?"
On hearing this news, Zhang Hao sprung into action almost instantly, grabbing his keys and hurrying downstairs without a second thought.
Fortunately, his residence was close to the hospital, only a few minutes’ drive away, and since it was night, there was hardly any traffic.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Zhang Hao didn’t even have time to change into his white coat before he reached the ICU.
He learned from the on-duty doctor that the victim’s condition had already stabilized.
But no one could be sure when she might need to be resuscitated again.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hao understood what it meant.
"It’s good that the vital signs have stabilized. Have you contacted the Director of Surgery yet?"
"No, there’s been no answer on his phone."
This was a bit strange; doctors are supposed to be on call 24 hours.
"Maybe he was worn out during the day. I’ll stay in the hospital tonight. I won’t let anything happen to this patient."
Zhang Hao returned to his department, changed into his white coat and sat in front of his computer, idle.
Time passed by slowly, and drowsiness gradually crept over him. Zhang Hao dozed off in his chair.
He was dreaming about getting married when someone shook him awake.
"Mr. Zhang, something’s wrong."
Before he could fully wake up, he was already pulled towards the ICU.
In almost an instant, Zhang Hao was thrown into the fray.
Despite everyone’s desperate efforts to save her, the readings on the monitor kept dropping.
"How could this be, administer 5 milligrams of adrenaline."
Adrenaline was slowly injected, taking effect within the patient’s body.
Zhang Hao concentrated fully, checking the patient’s condition while keeping an eye on the monitor.
"The pupils haven’t dilated yet; we still have time."
No sooner had he spoken than he felt something on his forehead.
Looking up, he saw a nurse, who was wiping off his sweat.
With a medical mask covering most of her face, only a pair of large eyes was visible.
"Mr. Zhang, I noticed your forehead was sweating and it was starting to get into your eyes."
Zhang Hao thanked her and then continued the intense resuscitation.
After fifteen minutes of efforts, with the help of adrenaline, the victim’s condition was temporarily stabilized.
At that moment, the Director of Surgery hurried in, after all, this patient was under his care.
Seeing his hair sticking up and the sleep in his eyes, Zhang Hao knew he had rushed here as soon as he saw the missed calls.
"Mr. Zhang, what are you doing here?" The Director of Surgery was surprised.
But the next second, he went to check on his patient; although the numbers were lower than normal,
there was no major concern.
"I am a surgical doctor too. I can handle these small issues. But now that you’re here, I’ll head back," said Zhang Hao.
