Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s

A few high school students read the message in her eyes and couldn't help but nod. Someday, perhaps they could be like this doctor and know why their classmates suddenly passed away, and as doctors, find a way to prevent such tragedies.

Time waits for no one, Xie Wanying turned around and jumped into the ambulance, sitting next to the class leader. Seeing that the leader might have heard them talking, Xie Wanying joked, "Leader, do you want to say a few words to encourage them?"

A few kids stood by the ambulance without leaving, intending to see them off.

Yue Wentong received her words, and could only think of the classmates' evaluation of her: When Yingying tells a joke, pretend you didn't hear it. Because Yingying's jokes are too dull.

The only female academic star in the class, but can't tell jokes well. It showed that geniuses have their flaws.

"No need," Yue Wentong refused. The reason was simple, as the leader, managing his batch of fellows for four years had made him sick of it with no extra energy.

The class leader was forever so cool. Xie Wanying smiled.

Looking over, Teacher Xin didn't seem in a good mood, sitting alone in the passenger seat to deal with his melancholy.

The ambulance blared its sirens as it left the school, the sound somewhat mournful.

Night had fallen, neon lights filled the big city sky. After a busy day, adults and children returned home to reunite. But a young patient and his family were separated by life and death, unable to reunite.

The medical staff in the car had arrived but failed to save the person, each adjusting their mindset to continue the next task.

Back at the hospital, before the car could stop steadily, Sister Seo ran out, shouting to the ambulance driver, "There's another emergency, don't drive the car away, sir."

The emergency business today was too good. The ambulance driver had just thought of stepping out of the cabin for a rest, only to immediately lift his foot back into the cabin.

The nurse accompanying the trip likewise turned back to sit in the carriage, no longer moving.

Xin Yanjun leaned over to ask Sister Seo, "Am I the one going out again? What kind of patient?"

"Not you, Doctor Xin. It's Doctor Li, a surgical patient." Sister Seo beckoned her to get off the car.

Xin Yanjun led two students off the ambulance, walked over and chatted with Sister Seo. The ambulance returning from a call needed to fill in related records. Sister Seo also needed to ask about the condition of the patient they brought back on the call.

"Heart attack patient, fifteen years old, pupil dilation upon arrival." Xin Yanjun's tone was nearly devoid of energy, feeling dejected.

"No wonder you didn't bring the person back. I thought either the patient's condition was too light unnecessary, or they couldn't be saved." Sister Seo, experienced, spoke straightforwardly without any wasteful words, "Today our emergency luck is down. They said none of the patients they brought back during day trips survived."

Xin Yanjun's heart trembled with fear. Tonight was her turn to go out, she should have swapped shifts with Doctor Dong last night. Doctor Dong obviously had far better luck than her.

Doctors occasionally talk about luck when receiving patients, if when arriving the patient is already dead like this one, all the doctor's skills equally can't be used. Doctors are not gods, they have no magic to resurrect the dead.

"What type of patient?" Xin Yanjun asked about her surgical colleague's case, wondering how their luck would be tonight.

"External injury," Sister Seo replied, "120 never tells clearly, we'll need to look at the situation on scene."