Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 145: Observation

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Observation

Song Xiaodong nodded and immediately followed He Wenbai into the operating room.

"The situation is critical! Old Shen... Old Shen won’t be in trouble, will he?" Sun Dongxiang only paid attention to what He Wenbai had said earlier and suddenly felt her legs go weak.

Shen Yue hurriedly supported her mother, tears streaming down her face as she choked up and said, "No, no, my dad won’t be in trouble; he definitely will be cured."

By then, the crowd outside the operating room had grown several times larger than before. As the deputy mayor was involved, naturally, many people had come to visit, and of course, many were genuinely concerned.

However, some people had other ideas. If the position of the deputy mayor became vacant, then a bunch of people below would have the opportunity for promotion.

Someone saw Song Xiaodong and Lin Su’er entering the operating room and couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Who were those people who just went into the operating room?"

Another person immediately said, "I don’t know; they must be doctors, right?"

A person who had stood next to Lin Su’er and Song Xiaodong said, "Vice President He just mentioned calling in a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner. That person seems to be the TCM he invited, but isn’t he too young? Don’t TCM practitioners usually need to be much older? Such a young person, without many years of practice, can he really handle it? Won’t he make things worse?"

"It shouldn’t be a problem, Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners usually just prescribe herbal medicines. For this kind of traumatic surgery, he probably can’t help much."

A few people merely chatted casually and didn’t take it seriously; after all, for many people, they were used to the Western Medicine treatment method, and the use of Traditional Chinese Medicine had become rare. Besides, it is often hard to find truly skilled TCM practitioners; usual TCM practitioners indeed don’t have much skill, which explains why people didn’t believe in them.

By now, Song Xiaodong had already reached the operating table. He glanced at the nearby instruments and couldn’t help but frown. Although his specialization was in an exceptional field of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he was used to saving people, especially important figures, so he was familiar with such devices. He could immediately tell that the patient’s blood pressure was very low and his heartbeat was weak and feeble, meaning he could die at any moment.

Director Liu Yajun was right in front of the operating table, still making the last effort.

As soon as He Wenbai entered, he saw the situation and immediately said, "Mr. Song, do you have any solutions? The patient’s brain trauma is quite severe, the surgery is too complex, and with the patient’s condition, he really can’t last until the end of the surgery."

Song Xiaodong frowned and said, "This situation is really difficult, but I can try."

Upon hearing this, He Wenbai was overjoyed and said, "Then please, Mr. Song, take action."

Song Xiaodong nodded and walked over to Liu Yajun. He Wenbai immediately told Liu Yajun, "Director Liu, I have called in a TCM expert; he should have a solution."

"What?" Liu Yajun looked up at Song Xiaodong, then immediately furrowed his brow and said, "Isn’t this absurd? The patient’s condition is extremely complicated, and even surgery doesn’t guarantee survival. What can Traditional Chinese Medicine do?"

He Wenbai was about to speak when Song Xiaodong already said sternly, "With your approach, if you want to remove the bone fragments from the patient’s brain, it will take at least an hour and a half and then only can you deal with the internal situation of the brain. The patient simply cannot last that long. Continuing your treatment is like killing him."

"You..." Liu Yajun was left speechless by Song Xiaodong’s words, not only because they were accurate but because that was exactly the predicament he found himself in—doing everything he could but ultimately leaving it to fate, truly without any assurance.

Song Xiaodong’s face darkened as he snapped, "Since you can’t save the patient, why are you stopping me from trying to save him? Is this how a doctor should behave?"

Liu Yajun, thus rebuked by Song Xiaodong, immediately looked very displeased; however, since he was wearing a mask, others couldn’t see his face.

His face darkened, Liu Yajun said, "At least I still have a slight chance. Do you have more confidence?"

Song Xiaodong coldly replied, "Indeed, step aside. Stop wasting time. With me here, even Zheng Hongwei would have to make way."

"What? Zheng Hongwei!" When Liu Yajun heard this name, he was instantly stunned, his eyes widening.

After all, Zheng Hongwei was the most authoritative medical professor in the entire country, and even Liu Yajun was his student.

By the time Zheng Hongwei regained his senses, he had already stepped aside, and Song Xiaodong had taken over his position, holding silver needles and was about to insert them into the patient’s head.

Meanwhile, He Wenbai stood behind Song Xiaodong, watching him administer the needles without blinking, absorbed as if he were a student learning from a teacher, afraid to miss a thing, lest he lose the most important part.

"Old He... he is..." Liu Yajun nudged He Wenbai and asked softly.

With his eyes still fixed on Song Xiaodong’s hands, without turning his head, He Wenbai said, "Director Liu, this is a rare learning and observation opportunity. I’ll explain to you later; watch this for now."

The corners of Liu Yajun’s mouth twitched. From He Wenbai’s response, it was clear he held this young man in very high regard. Could it be that this young man truly possessed incredible skills?

Glancing aside, he saw several assistants and nurses in the operating room, all eagerly observing the young man, appearing quite excited. This clearly showed that this young man also held a very high evaluation in the minds of these nurses.

Liu Yajun took a deep breath and also turned his gaze towards Song Xiaodong.

He saw Song Xiaodong holding a silver needle in each hand, the needles dancing over the patient’s head like threading flowers, occasionally issuing commands, and two nurses promptly holding trays beside him, catching the bone fragments Song Xiaodong picked out.

Less than twenty minutes later, Song Xiaodong’s movements stopped, and he took a deep breath. Lin Su’er immediately took a towel to wipe the sweat from Song Xiaodong’s forehead, their cooperation quite in sync.

This time, Liu Yajun was completely astounded. In just twenty minutes, Song Xiaodong had completed the work that would have taken him an hour and a half, and he did so using just two silver needles. Those needles, appearing soft, seemed to come to life in the hands of this young man, at times rigid and at times flexible, as if they had merged with him. It was truly miraculous.

Now, any doubts he had about Song Xiaodong had completely vanished. Like He Wenbai, he watched Song Xiaodong intently, not wanting to miss any detail. For a doctor, this was indeed a rare opportunity for observation.

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