Chapter 48: The Savior

He is the patient’s, father?

Fang Ziyan’s gaze darted back and forth between the man and the person on the hospital bed, finally piecing the situation together.

"In my opinion, the best course of treatment at present is still amputation."

"Generally speaking, the optimal window for replantation of a severed limb is six to eight hours. However, ever since the patient’s car accident, more than forty-eight hours have already passed."

"Trying to perform a replantation and reattach the leg is practically impossible."

The speaker was a middle-aged man, presumably a head of department.

However, Fang Ziyan did not recognize him and could only stand quietly behind He Dongfang as a listener.

"Then what about prosthetic replantation?" the patient's family member asked.

A steadfast gleam flashed across his face, so much so that his emotions did not fluctuate wildly when he heard the doctor say it was practically impossible.

Instead, he was still actively seeking out possible solutions.

Fang Ziyan became even more curious about him.

Meanwhile, leaning back slightly, He Dongfang lowered his voice and said to Fang Ziyan, "The patient's name is Rong Xin, nineteen years old. The patient's father is Rong Haiming, who had him late in life and dotes on this son dearly."

Fang Ziyan froze for a moment, his pupils instantly narrowing.

Rong?

This father and son, their surname is Rong?

This surname carries some weight.

As Rong Haiming’s voice trailed off, the hospital president, Wang Xuewen, also turned his head to look at the man beside him.

"Junior brother, in your estimation, what is the probability of success for prosthetic replantation?"

Wang Xuewen's junior brother was named Song Suo, a nationally renowned expert in severed limb regeneration.

In this field, his authority was beyond question.

Yet upon hearing this, he too furrowed his brow.

"To speak the truth, the probability is close to zero."

"At least in our country, there is no such precedent."

"First of all, the patient has just been through a severe car accident, and his body is already in a weakened state."

"Furthermore, the condition of his leg is far from optimistic, and our domestic technology regarding prosthetic reconstruction is not yet fully mature."

"Therefore..."

Song Suo sighed, leaving his sentence unfinished; there was simply no need to say the rest.

His words seemed to drain all the life out of Rong Haiming, causing him to stagger violently, barely managing to stay upright by leaning against the table.

"Mr. Rong, please take care of your health," Wang Xuewen sighed, offering a helpless word of persuasion.

Song Suo was the strongest trump card he could possibly play.

In fact, Song Suo was also the nation's top osteoarticular surgeon.

If he said it couldn't be done, it was practically equivalent to the King of Hell pronouncing your death sentence.

Consequently, Rong Haiming was utterly devastated.

On the hospital bed, Rong Xin, who had been lying quietly until then, suddenly began to struggle.

He was only nineteen years old, still so young, yet he was facing amputation and the loss of a leg.

How could he possibly bear this?

Rather than living like this, he might as well just die.

He struggled frantically, and Rong Haiming hurried over to soothe his son on the bed.

"A-Xin, don't be afraid. Dad has money, Dad will get you treated, Dad will spend every last penny we have to cure you!"

Rong Xin shook his head desperately, his eyes brimming with tears.

Yet in the next second, his complexion turned abruptly pale, and his body began to tremble.

"A-Xin, what's wrong with you?" Rong Haiming asked in a panic.

The others nearby also rushed forward to check the situation.

"Not good! Skin is turning cold, pulse is accelerating—these are the precursors to shock."

He Dongfang was the first to pull back the blanket covering the patient, intending to inspect his physical condition.

Yet as he pulled it back, he saw that a massive amount of fresh blood had pooled around the patient's lower limbs.

Moreover, the toes of the fractured leg had already exhibited symptoms of ischemia and were beginning to turn black.

Song Suo took a close look and finally let out a long sigh.

"Mr. Rong, I am truly sorry. Given this current state, amputation is even more imperative now."

Upon hearing this, the patient Rong Xin reacted even more violently.

Simultaneously, He Dongfang let out a shout, "No, the bleeding won't stop!"

As the words fell, Jin Mingcheng pushed He Dongfang aside and stepped in to handle it himself.

Yet seconds later, his expression changed slightly as well.

Because he simply could not find the bleeding point!

If the bleeding point could not even be found, how could one speak of stopping the hemorrhage?

Was this some kind of joke?

Song Suo frowned, patted Jin Mingcheng on the shoulder, and signaled for him to step aside.

His senior brother’s hospital truly had some absurd characters.

To fail at even stopping a simple hemorrhage while still hoping to keep a patient like Rong Haiming—wasn't this utter nonsense?

Even with him invited here, it was of no use.

He swiftly cleared away the surface blood and then stuffed a piece of gauze deep into the wound.

The tissue damage on the patient was extremely severe, making hemostasis genuinely difficult.

However, for an expert of his caliber, it was not an insurmountable problem.

Just as he prepared to speak again, suddenly, little by little, bright crimson blood seeped through the previously pristine white gauze.

"What is going on?" Song Suo’s heart skipped a heavy beat.

Did he fail to manage it properly?

How could that be?

Where did things go wrong?

Disbelieving, he suctioned away the blood again, probed the wound, and attempted to stop the bleeding once more.

This time, he was even more meticulous and thorough than before.

Yet, the result remained unchanged!

How could this be?

An unsightly expression surfaced on Song Suo’s face.

This was truly tricky; judging by the current situation, immediate amputation seemed to be the only option left.

With this thought, he abruptly raised his head and looked toward the patient's family member, Rong Haiming.

"Mr. Rong, it would be best to wheel him into the operating room immediately for an amputation."

"Since the bleeding cannot be controlled, failing to amputate promptly will likely endanger his life."

Rong Haiming froze.

He stood rigidly in place, his large hand, ridged with bulging veins, trembling slightly.

Was he supposed to make the decision right now to have his son’s leg amputated?

This decision was agonizingly difficult to make.

Yet if he refused, it seemed it would cost his son his life.

He clenched his fists, his eye sockets burning red.

At that exact moment, just as he was about to harden his heart and speak, Fang Ziyan shoved his way forward from the side.

"Pardon me, let me try."

Pushing through the crowd, he slipped on a pair of gloves and casually nudged Song Suo out of the way.

Song Suo was momentarily dumbfounded, his bewilderment turning swiftly to anger the next second.

Where did this reckless idiot come from—?

Before the thought could fully form, Fang Ziyan’s hand swiftly reached deep into the patient's dissected tibial wound and gave a gentle pinch.

On the nearby monitor, the blood pressure instantly stabilized.

Everything happened so abruptly.

Before even Song Suo could react, the bleeding point had been found by Fang Ziyan?

Staring blankly at Fang Ziyan’s movements, a few words surfaced in his mind:

Manual hemostasis?

Wait.

Is this right?

Wasn't he supposed to be the expert here?

When did this Traditional Chinese Medicine hospital acquire such a prodigious talent?

No matter how incomprehensible he found it, the reality played out right before his eyes.

Song Suo quickly took a few steps back, yielding his position to Fang Ziyan.

Pairs of astonished and admiring gazes fell upon Fang Ziyan.

Especially Rong Haiming beside them; looking at Fang Ziyan felt as though he were gazing upon a savior.

Thus, the savior Fang Ziyan spoke up once more.

"May I say a few words? Actually, I believe the patient's condition is quite suited for skeletal reconstruction."