在线欧美精品第1页。^&

The judges were set to consolidate all the scores and eliminate four interns.

The interns were understandably nervous.

Just as they were discussing a case, an alarm sounded. Doctors and nurses immediately rushed to respond.

Chen Wenxin glanced at his phone, his expression changing dramatically before he stood up.

Si Fuqing, hearing the alarm, narrowed her eyes, “Which patient is in trouble?”

Chen Wenxin was visibly agitated and coldly retorted, “Why do you ask? What use is telling you? Can you perform surgery? Just stick to being your big star!”

He hurried out.

“It’s probably a patient from the department of hepatobiliary and pancreatic,” Wei Chengyun rose, frowning. “Looks like surgery is needed, but it’s beyond our level to intervene.”

Si Fuqing nodded slightly, “I’ll go and see.”

She headed out and reached the elevator, encountering the department head who was also taking it.

“Did something serious happen?” Si Fuqing asked.

“Indeed, there’s been an incident,” the head replied, sweating profusely. “A patient’s condition suddenly worsened; his life is in danger.”

Si Fuqing’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Don’t worry, I’m here. I can help.”

The head was momentarily taken aback, blurting out, “This is the patient who was transferred from your care.”

Si Fuqing didn’t pause, “That’s a separate topic.”

Inside the patient’s room.

The elderly man had slipped into a deep coma, and the hospital had issued an urgent critical condition notice.

The woman was panicked.

She had thought her father was only slightly ill and was completely unprepared for his condition to deteriorate so drastically that surgery became necessary.

Moreover, it happened just as the best chief physician of the hepatobiliary and pancreatic department was away on a trip, leaving no one at Sijiu City First Hospital capable of treating him.

After Si Fuqing was replaced, Chen Wenxin took over.

But he was equally at a loss.

Although he had been studying medicine for eight years.

In this profession, reaching post-doctorate was merely the beginning.

For the first time, Chen Wenxin felt the proximity of a patient’s death.

What to do?

Until a nurse suddenly exclaimed with joy, “Dr. Lin! Dr. Lin is back!”

“Dr. Lin!” the attending physician sighed in relief upon seeing his savior, “Dr. Lin, you’re finally back!”

Lin Qingchen was hailed as the foremost neurosurgical genius of the Great Xia Empire. Neurosurgery, or neurology, was his specialty, but he also had a deep understanding of hepatobiliary and pancreatic diseases.

It was said that he was also studying traditional Chinese medicine on the side.

He was only twenty-five this year, with a promising future ahead.

With Lin Qingchen present, today’s surgery was no longer a concern.

Lin Qingchen nodded and even clapped Chen Wenxin on the shoulder, “Don’t worry. When you’re able to perform surgeries independently, you’ll encounter many more situations that will leave you feeling helpless, as long as keep studying, you’ll find a solution.”

Chen Wenxin, already sweating profusely from fear, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, “Thank you… Thank you, Senior Lin. I understand.”

The nurses quickly wheeled the patient into the room.

Lin Qingchen also changed into surgical attire.

But suddenly, he stopped, stunned, his eyes wide as if in disbelief.

The associate chief physician halted, “Dr. Lin? What’s happened?”

Chen Wenxin’s heart leapt to his throat.

Was the patient beyond saving?

“That’s not right,” Lin Qingchen turned around, smiling wryly, “Miss Si is here. Why did you make me rush all the way here? Hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery isn’t my strong suit. Isn’t this just embarrassing myself in front of her?”