Xin Yanjun wanted to stretch out her hand to help the student, but she was afraid that her hand would be a bad help, so she could only stand aside and worry. Moreover, after she called a few times, Sister Xu showed no signs of waking up, indicating that the crisis had not yet been resolved.
Yue Wentong, who also knew that he could not help, picked up a flashlight and looked at the injured person's pupils. He was inevitably worried about whether he could wait until the doctor from his hospital came.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the time waiting for rescue was very anxious and unbearable.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, the gray car shuttled across the road like flying. The forty-minute drive was about to end, and we arrived at our destination. We saw the door of Xuanwu’s emergency department. The car just stopped, and the two medical staff inside took us there.
After grabbing the first aid supplies, I jumped out of the car and ran all the way to the emergency department.
Beep beep beep, the patient's vital signs fluctuated again.
Sure enough, it was hanging. Dr. Wang's heart skipped a beat, and Director Tang was right. So if these National Association people were disobedient, the injured would eventually die in front of them. Nothing they did could change the outcome.
"Sister Xu, Sister Xu!" Xin Yanjun patted Sister Xu on the shoulder, tears were about to fall. They really tried their best, tried their best, but still couldn't do it?
Yue Wentong gritted his teeth. Such a result was definitely not what he wanted. It would mean that Director Tang was right and they were wrong.
The Xuanwu people standing around looked troubled, and they did not want to see the dead.
"Doctor Song is here." Xie Wanying suddenly raised her head and looked forward. She heard the sound of running.
When several Xuanwu people heard her words, they were surprised: Who is coming?
It was as if they didn't have in mind who Cao Yong said he would send to support them, and they didn't think that the people Cao Yong sent would really arrive in time.
It wasn't that he arrived in time, but that Dr. Xie really persisted during the time he arrived. Wow, Song Xuelin opened the curtain beside the rescue bed and looked at his colleagues in the hospital, with a rare expression of indifference on his face.
Smile.
Dr. Song smiled, which was rare. Although Dr. Song did not put on a cool face, he rarely smiled like Squad Leader Yue.
"Are you here?" Xin Yanjun turned around and saw him. She was happy at the same time, but worried about whether he could do it. Unlike Xie Wanying, she didn't understand this person's abilities.
The people in Xuanwu saw clearly that the person sent by the National Association was a young doctor, and were stunned: Is this the reinforcements called by the National Association???
Is there something wrong with the people of the National Association? The injured person's condition is so critical. Logically, if we take it seriously, we should send a big shot to rescue him. Dr. Wang and Xiao Yang only looked at Song Xuelin's appearance and age, and they can guess that the other party should be the same as Song Xuelin.
The two of them are about the same level, at most they are just residents. If they are just residents, think about it, they both dare not do anything. What can this resident doctor from the National Association do?
Looking at the strange looks from the people around her, Xie Wanying knew that Dr. Song would not care what these people thought, because Dr. Song was the future boss.
"Give me the surgical gown." Song Xuelin said to the nurse standing next to him.
The nurse looked at him again and wondered: Is it really possible for him to be so young?
Whether it works or not depends not on words, but on technical presentation.
Song Xuelin's face had long since returned to its original leisurely look, and the smile just now seemed to be short-lived. He put on his gloves and surgical gown, and walked to the opposite side of Xie Wanying fully equipped.
