novelraw Chapter 225: We’ll See
Chapter 225: We’ll See
"I also know that if we miss the optimal window for surgery, the edema will worsen, and the consequences will be even more fatal."
"This data, these risks, the trade-offs behind these decisions—who among you understands them? Who dares to claim they understand this better than I do?!"
"Third, and most importantly!"
She spun around, her gaze sweeping over every single person blocking the doorway.
The nurses and doctors who had intended to keep blocking her path involuntarily lowered their heads.
"Every minute, every second you waste standing here is pushing Dean Yuan closer to death!"
"He’s waiting for us in the ICU! His blood pressure is already fluctuating, his pupils are becoming asymmetrical, and his ICP—his intracranial pressure—is continuously rising!"
"And yet you’re here, arguing about who should be the lead surgeon? Talking about so-called ’prudence’ and ’playing it safe’?!"
"This is treating a human life like a joke! This is murder in the name of procedure!"
"If anything happens to Dean Yuan because of you..."
"Who among you can bear that responsibility?! Who?! Can?! Handle?! It?!"
The previously aggressive nurses and doctors, who had been joining the commotion, felt the hard lines on their faces gradually soften.
Faced with Song Qingya’s eyes, which burned with fury, they suddenly felt a sense of shame.
’That’s Dean Yuan...’
’That’s Elder Yuan, who has stood by his post for decades and mentored countless outstanding students. The same mentor who taught them how to suture, step by step, when they were interns...’
The crowd exchanged glances. No one dared to block her path any longer. They silently stepped aside, clearing a path.
The way to the operating room was finally unobstructed once more.
A complex atmosphere filled the air.
Yang Meiling and Qi Yuanyuan stood frozen in place.
In the heated argument just now, they thought they had seized the moral high ground, believing they could use the crowd’s pressure to force Song Qingya to back down.
But now the tables had turned, and they had become the target of everyone’s disapproval.
The gazes from those around them were now tinged with suspicion and contempt.
’Could it be that they were really obstructing the surgery just for a personal grudge?’
They never expected Song Qingya to completely flip the situation with just a few sentences.
Song Qingya hadn’t resorted to hysterical crying or brought up personal grievances.
Instead, she had built her case on facts, declared her duty, and warned everyone of the life at stake.
Without the crowd to back them up, if they continued to stubbornly block the way, they would only come off as having ill intentions and ulterior motives.
If they persisted, they would likely be seen as potentially responsible for any medical malpractice.
The two women’s lips trembled, but in the end, they couldn’t say a word. All they could do was awkwardly step aside.
Song Qingya shot them a cold glance.
"You’d better put away all your shady little schemes."
"Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to behind my back—suppressing newcomers under the guise of work transfers, when in reality, you’re just trying to oust dissenters and solidify your own positions."
"The next time I catch you doing something like this, it won’t be let off so easily with a simple transfer or demotion."
She slowly turned and pushed open the metal door.
The hinges let out a faint CREAK.
A faint scent of disinfectant wafted out from within.
She stepped inside without the slightest hesitation.
With a soft CLICK, the door slowly closed.
In the hallway, Qi Yuanyuan remained rooted to the spot, glaring at the slowly closing door.
’Who does Song Qingya think she is, acting so brazenly?’
She stomped her foot abruptly, the heel of her shoe striking the smooth floor tiles with a sharp rap.
"Song Qingya, I’ll remember the humiliation you put me through today! Just you wait!"
She flung her hand down and whipped her head around.
Yang Meiling stood a short distance away, watching her storm off with a flash of contempt in her eyes.
She cursed inwardly, ’What a useless idiot.’
’She can’t even stop one person, and she expects to impress the leadership?’
’What a joke.’
Song Qingya’s arrival had been too sudden, her presence too overwhelming.
Qi Yuanyuan didn’t even have time to react before she was intimidated into silence.
Not only had she failed to stop the surgery, but she had also implicated herself, losing face and credibility in the process.
Thinking of this, Yang Meiling couldn’t help but shake her head, a wave of disdain washing over her.
But then, she recalled Song Qingya’s merciless tirade.
Her tone had been irrefutable, and it was clear she already had concrete evidence.
Yang Meiling couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down her spine, her heart trembling.
She had originally planned to go over and probe for more information, to ask about the situation, but now she completely abandoned the idea.
So, she quietly retreated to the wall, shrinking into a corner of the crowd and looking down at her phone, pretending to be busy.
Just then, Old Liu walked up to the operating room door and paused, catching his breath.
He reached out with a rough finger and knocked gently on the closed door, his movements cautious and discreet.
The door opened a crack, spilling a sliver of dim yellow light.
Old Liu quickly lowered his voice and said a few words through the opening.
The person inside seemed to nod.
The door was then pulled open, and Old Liu immediately pushed a cart inside, keeping his head down as he quickly entered.
The wheels made a soft CLUNK as they rolled over the threshold.
Then the door was shut tight once more.
Inside the operating room, the lights were bright and the air was heavy. The sound of monitors whirred with a steady, rhythmic hum.
With Old Liu’s arrival, all preparations were complete, and the equipment was calibrated.
The lead surgeon put on her gloves, and a nurse confirmed the instrument checklist.
In that instant, the atmosphere tensed. Everyone held their breath.
The surgery began.
A short while later, the sound of footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway.
A woman in her fifties hurried to the area outside the operating room.
Her meticulously styled curly hair was slightly disheveled, and while the corners of her eyes showed the traces of time, they couldn’t hide her former elegance.
She was impeccably dressed in a well-tailored beige wool coat over a silk blouse, with a simple jade bracelet on her wrist.
But right now, her brow was deeply furrowed, and her lips trembled slightly.
She stood motionless beneath the indicator sign, its red light illuminating the three words: SURGERY IN PROGRESS.
Yang Meiling, who had been hiding in the corner and watching, immediately grew alert when she caught sight of the woman’s arrival out of the corner of her eye.
’This isn’t an ordinary person. She must be a member of Dean Yuan’s family.’
In a flash, her expression switched to a gentle and considerate smile.
She straightened the collar of her white coat and walked over quickly.
"Ma’am, please try not to worry too much. Take a deep breath and stay calm."
"I’m a doctor at this hospital. Everyone calls me Xiao Yang. I saw you standing here and figured you must be incredibly worried about Dean Yuan’s condition."
"Please rest assured, we’ve assigned our best medical team to lead the surgery, and the entire procedure is being closely monitored."
"Dean Yuan is such a good man. He has such high medical ethics and has saved so many people. Heaven will surely watch over him. He’ll be all right."
Hearing such warm and comforting words so suddenly, Mrs. Yuan flinched slightly.
She turned her head to look at the young, white-coated doctor with a sincere smile.
"Yes, that’s me... But how can I not be anxious? This came on so suddenly for Old Yuan, and his condition is so critical... There were no warning signs at all. Just the day before yesterday, he was perfectly fine in a meeting, and today he’s lying in the ICU, barely conscious."