I Am Diagnosed as a Medical Titan

Chapter 124: Chapter 115: Dawn

She had always thought her father loved his work more than he loved her and her mother.

But in this moment.

Xiaoya suddenly understood so much.

’On this land, ”serving the people” had never been just a slogan.’

Her father, on this night of torrential rain, was leading by example, setting the best possible role model for her.

Xiaoya reached out and tightly gripped the corner of his coat, as if she were holding onto a great mountain.

”Nurse.”

Li Cheng placed the water cup on an empty chair beside him. ”Could you please help me check which operating room my wife is in? The paramedics on the way here said she had massive abdominal bleeding and her blood pressure was very low...”

The nurse immediately flipped open the clipboard in her hand. ”What is your wife’s name?”

”Wu Wanning...”

”Wu Wanning.” After flipping through her pages, the nurse looked up. ”Found her...”

”How is she?”

”Sir, please have a seat. Don’t worry. She’s in Operating Room 3. You’re very lucky.”

Li Cheng was taken aback. ”What do you mean?”

”The ones handling your wife’s surgery are Director Yang from our Hepatobiliary Surgery department here at Affiliated Hospital No. 1, and Dr. Jiang.”

The nurse’s tone filled with respect as she mentioned their names.

”We’ve had dozens of critical patients sent to the ER tonight, and Dr. Jiang pulled half of them back from death’s door. With the two of them leading the surgery, you can rest easy.”

A nurse can’t make guarantees to a patient’s family.

But her words still gave Li Cheng a great deal of comfort.

Li Cheng let out a long breath, pressed his palms together, and nodded repeatedly at the nurse. ”Thank you, thank you...”

...

「4:15 AM.」

Inside the operating room.

”Suturing complete.”

Yang Xu inspected the abdominal cavity, confirmed the drainage tube was properly placed, and saw no further signs of active bleeding. He then nodded.

”Irrigate and close.”

The rest of the work was handed over to the resident on duty.

Jiang He took a step back, leaving the sterile field around the operating table.

The moment he relaxed, a sharp, piercing pain shot up from his right ankle.

His body swayed, and he reached out to steady himself on the edge of a nearby instrument cart.

”What’s wrong with your foot?” Yang Xu asked, pulling off his gloves and glancing at him.

”Just sprained it. It’s nothing,” Jiang He said, his tone calm.

Yang Xu didn’t press the issue. Too many people were pushing through injuries tonight.

”Come on, let’s go scrub out.”

Jiang He nodded and turned to walk toward the scrub sinks outside.

As the surgery concluded, the red indicator light above the door went out and turned green.

Immediately after, the doors slid open.

Yang Xu led the way out, with Jiang He following slightly behind him.

Li Cheng was waiting right outside. The moment he saw the doctors, he rushed forward.

But he stopped two steps in front of Yang Xu, not daring to get any closer or even ask a question.

Yang Xu pulled down his mask. ”Are you Wu Wanning’s husband?”

Li Cheng replied anxiously, ”Yes, I am!”

Yang Xu said, ”The surgery was a success.”

For a moment, Li Cheng didn’t react, as if he were frozen.

Yang Xu continued, ”We’ve ligated all the bleeding points from the liver rupture, and we’ve packed and drained the retroperitoneal hematoma in her pelvis. Her life has been saved. She’ll be transferred to the ICU for twenty-four hours of observation. As long as she gets past the critical periods for infection and adverse reactions, she can be moved to a regular ward.”

”A success...”

Li Cheng repeated in a murmur.

In that moment, his tears finally broke free.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but only a choked sob escaped his throat.

Finally, he managed to force out a few words:

”Thank you... Thank you, doctors. Thank you all!”

Then, he took a step back, brought his heels together, and stood ramrod straight, facing Yang Xu and Jiang He.

He saluted.

Xiaoya stood to the side, tears still streaming down her face. She copied her father, offering a clumsy salute of her own. ”Thank you, doctor uncles.”

Jiang He watched the father and daughter, a look of gratification in his eyes.

In his past life, he had worked in a clinical setting for twenty years. He had witnessed countless partings of life and death and had seen the whole spectrum of emotions from families who learned their loved one had been saved.

But experiencing it again, every single time, still filled him with a profound sense of fulfillment.

”Go wait outside the ICU,” Jiang He told Xiaoya. ”She’ll want to see you first thing when she wakes up.”

Xiaoya nodded emphatically and, tugging on the hem of Li Cheng’s coat, led him toward the other end of the hallway.

Yang Xu turned his head, his gaze falling on Jiang He. ”Go get an X-ray. The worst of it is over in the ER. You should get some rest.”

”I want to check on the emergency hall one more time,” Jiang He said.

Yang Xu frowned. ”Is your ankle really okay?”

”Just one look,” Jiang He insisted. ”I handled several of the critical patients. I won’t be able to sleep unless I check their vitals one last time.”

Yang Xu studied him for two seconds, then decided not to argue.

’Surgeons, especially top-tier ones, all seemed to have this kind of obsessive streak.’

’Huh? A top-tier surgeon?’

Yang Xu paused.

He had only just realized.

’That he already held Jiang He in such high regard.’

He chuckled, then waved a hand. ”After you’re done, get yourself to Orthopedics and have them put a cast on it.”

Jiang He: ”And you, sir?”

Yang Xu stuck his hands in his pockets. ”I’m going to check on the patients I handled, too. You think you’re the only one who’s allowed?”

Jiang He blinked.

’Is he... trying to be cute?’

’Nah, I must be imagining things.’

Jiang He turned and headed for the elevator.

Back in the emergency hall, the place was still a wreck.

Bloody gauze and muddy footprints painted the tragic picture of a battlefield’s aftermath.

But much of the earlier chaos and noise had subsided.

Gurneys were lined up neatly against the walls.

The beeping of monitors blended into a continuous rhythm.

Jiang He walked over to the first bed.

It was the man with the ruptured spleen who had been in severe hypovolemic shock.

He glanced at the IV bag hanging by the head of the bed.

The packed red blood cells had finished transfusing; a balanced electrolyte solution was hanging now.