Chapter 50: The Operation Begins

“You!”
Jin Mingcheng was clearly beside himself with rage.
He glared furiously at Fang Zhiyan, about to hurl insults.
But Wang Xuewen furrowed his brow and gave a sharp command, “Enough! What kind of behavior is this, shouting and making a scene?”
Though his words addressed everyone, Wang Xuewen’s dissatisfied gaze landed squarely on Jin Mingcheng.
That look unsettled Jin Mingcheng, making him uneasy.
“Stop the noise. This meeting isn’t for your bickering; it’s for discussing how to save the patient,” Wang Xuewen continued, a hint of displeasure in his voice.
Fang Zhiyan was merely an intern who didn’t know the rules and had acted impulsively.
But he had actually managed to stop the bleeding, which was no shame at all.
Even if bone reconstruction was mentioned later, that was just a possibility, not a necessity.
What good did it do Jin Mingcheng to make a scene here, revealing Fang Zhiyan’s lack of a medical license in front of outsiders?
It brought no benefit, only tarnishing the hospital’s reputation.
People would start to wonder if this traditional Chinese medicine hospital couldn’t even manage its interns.
It was a disgrace to the entire institution!
Wang Xuewen was therefore quite angry—especially in front of the Rong family and his own junior disciple, having his face so badly lost.
He cast a cold glance at Jin Mingcheng before speaking again, “Junior brother, you are the authority here. What do you think?”
Song Suo fell silent.
He had already judged that the patient could not undergo bone reconstruction.
Yet this young doctor had stood up to contradict him.
In truth, bone reconstruction was not entirely impossible.
After all, if it failed, amputation could still be performed, albeit with a larger scope.
But why was this young doctor so certain it could be done?
Even Song Suo felt some hesitation.
Nearby, Rong Haiming anxiously grasped his son’s hand, his gaze flickering between Fang Zhiyan and the other doctors.
“Can you do the bone reconstruction or not? Just say something!”
The patient, Rong Xin, lying on the bed, spoke up.
“I want bone reconstruction!”
“I want him to do it. He just said he can do it!”
Although Rong Xin had shown signs of shock earlier, he had clearly heard Fang Zhiyan’s words.
He was among the top ten national martial arts champions and only nineteen years old.
At this age, losing a limb was something he simply could not accept.

So he was unwilling to give up on any chance.
“Dad, please, let me try. I want bone reconstruction. I really don’t want amputation.”
Rong Xin trembled slightly, tears spreading, affecting everyone’s mood around him.
Rong Haiming’s eyes reddened as he choked up while holding his son’s hand.
After a moment, he took a deep breath and grabbed Fang Zhiyan’s collar.
“Can you really do bone reconstruction?”
He still found it hard to believe.
First, Fang Zhiyan was too young.
Second, the head of the emergency department had said he didn’t even have a medical license.
Could such a person really perform such a difficult surgery?
No one would believe it if told!
Even after asking Fang Zhiyan directly, it still felt like a fantasy.
But Fang Zhiyan remained calm, staring steadily at Rong Haiming.
“Mr. Rong, I am a doctor, not a braggart.”
“If I can’t do something, I won’t say I can.”
It was that composed tone that sparked a glimmer of hope in Rong Haiming’s previously conflicted heart.
He slowly released Fang Zhiyan’s collar and said,
“Alright, we’ll do the bone reconstruction.”
Fang Zhiyan nodded. “Then let’s get to the operating room.”
“Mr. Rong, you have to trust me. I am a doctor, and I will take responsibility for what I say.”
Fang Zhiyan showed no intention of shirking responsibility.
As he said, the final choice of treatment belonged to the patient.
But since the patient chose to believe in him, he would not let him down.
Rong Xin had already undergone thorough examinations—chest CT, enhanced abdominal CT, full-body scans, and so on.
No further tests were needed.
They could proceed directly to surgery.
Soon, Fang Zhiyan escorted the patient to the operating area and, with others' assistance, completed preoperative procedures like hand washing and gowning before entering the operating room.
Rong Haiming waited anxiously by the door.
Song Suo, the top bone reconstruction expert, also entered the operating room.
However, he had firmly decided not to interfere with this surgery.
According to his assessment, the patient had no chance for bone reconstruction.
Since this young doctor dared to claim otherwise, he must be prepared to shoulder the responsibility.
If he succeeded, then his skill would be undeniable.
But if he botched it—
Song Suo’s eyes narrowed, a trace of ridicule surfacing.
Truly, the young are fearless!

On the operating table, the anesthesiologist stepped forward to administer general anesthesia.
Rong Xin’s eyes widened, fixated on Fang Zhiyan.
All his hopes rested on him now.
As his eyelids grew heavy, tears suddenly welled in his eyes.
Fang Zhiyan reached out and patted his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’m here.”
Only then did Rong Xin relax and faint.
“The anesthesia is taking effect,” the anesthesiologist reported.
“Good, let’s begin the surgery.”
Fang Zhiyan nodded.
But one problem remained.
He was currently acting as a human tourniquet, ensuring the patient didn’t bleed heavily.
If he was to operate, he had to release his grip, and someone else would need to assist with hemorrhage control.
Fang Zhiyan scanned the room and finally fixed his eyes on He Dongfang, deputy director of the emergency department.
“Director He, how about you take over the bleeding control for me?”
He Dongfang was taken aback but found no other choice and reluctantly agreed.
After all, he had just spoken up for Fang Zhiyan.
He turned and tried to replicate the pressure Fang Zhiyan had applied to stem the bleeding.
But as soon as Fang Zhiyan’s hand lifted, no matter how He Dongfang pressed, the bleeding would not stop.
Sweat instantly broke out on He Dongfang’s forehead.
This kid’s manual bleeding control was so effective—why couldn’t he replicate it?
Fang Zhiyan grew anxious too.
If the bleeding couldn’t be controlled and the surgery couldn’t proceed, the consequences would be grave.
“Director He, press here,” Fang Zhiyan said helplessly, guiding him hand over hand to find the exact spot.
When He Dongfang pressed again, the bleeding finally ceased.
He breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Fang Zhiyan nodded slightly.
“All right, surgery begins!”