novelraw Chapter 231: A Life is at Stake
Chapter 231: A Life is at Stake
"Don’t tell me... something went wrong with Dean Song’s surgery..."
she mumbled, her tone laced with hesitation.
As soon as she finished speaking, she had already vanished down the end of the corridor.
Mrs. Yuan’s mind exploded.
She staggered back two steps, her back hitting the cold wall.
The words she just heard echoed endlessly in her mind.
’Something went wrong with the surgery?’
’Is that surgery the reason Old Yuan became like this?’
"Song Qingya!"
Her eyes were bloodshot, and she ground her teeth as she abruptly looked up at the door.
"It must have been you! You’re the one who harmed Old Yuan! You did this!! You want him dead!!"
At almost the exact same moment, the door to the hospital room was gently pushed open.
Song Qingya, dressed in a clean white coat, walked in, still carrying the slight chill of the corridor on her shoulders.
The moment she entered the room, her gaze swept precisely to the hospital bed.
Within three seconds, she had assessed Dean Yuan’s critical condition.
Cyanotic face, dilated pupils, weak carotid pulse—the situation was extremely dire.
"Dean Yuan is in danger. Move aside!"
She strode forward, her right hand already pulling out her stethoscope to prepare for emergency treatment.
Mrs. Yuan took a step forward, blocking her path directly.
"Don’t you touch him! I won’t let you near him! Don’t you dare lay a single finger on him!!"
"It must be because you botched the last surgery! You pushed all your mistakes onto Old Yuan! He’s the one who suffered the consequences for you! Now his condition has worsened again, is this your doing?! Quick, call Doctor Qi! Get Qi Yuanyuan over here! She’s the only one who can save him!!"
Song Qingya’s brow furrowed, and a glint of coldness flashed in her eyes.
She didn’t retort immediately, instead calmly surveying her surroundings.
Her gaze finally landed on the half-empty IV bag at the head of the bed.
Only a third of the fluid was left, the drip rate was slow, and the bag was swaying slightly.
She retracted her gaze and looked at Mrs. Yuan again.
"Mrs. Yuan, this is not the time to be throwing a tantrum."
she said, enunciating each word.
"Dean Yuan is currently in a state of acute hypoxia and could go into cardiac arrest at any moment. Every second right now is a matter of life and death."
"A life is on the line. Are you sure you want to waste precious time because of a personal bias? Or would you rather watch him die than let me touch him?"
Song Qingya took another step forward, her aura suddenly becoming oppressive.
"If you keep blocking me, it will take at least fifteen minutes for Qi Yuanyuan to get here from the operating room."
"And Dean Yuan... probably won’t last another eight minutes. When that happens, will his death be on you, or on me?"
"You... You’re full of shit!"
Mrs. Yuan was forced to stumble backward, her face flushed red and her eyes shimmering with tears.
The hand she pointed at Song Qingya trembled violently, and she cursed through quivering lips, "Are you trying to jinx Old Yuan to death?! You can’t wait for him to die, can you?! You’ve all been plotting this together!"
But no matter how much she screamed, faced with those bone-chillingly cold eyes, she felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.
The pressure, born from professional confidence, prevented her from moving forward. She could only stand there, panting heavily, and watch helplessly as Song Qingya walked around her.
Song Qingya ignored her and walked to the bedside.
She hung the stethoscope back around her neck, leaned over to check Dean Yuan’s respiratory rate, and simultaneously placed her left hand precisely on the inside of his wrist to feel for a pulse.
The moment her fingertips touched his skin, her expression turned grave.
The pulse was faint, irregular, and the intervals between beats were growing longer.
"There’s no time."
she muttered to herself, then raised her voice and gave an order.
"Prepare for intubation! Notify the ICU to be on standby! Get the crash cart in here, now!"
’The pulse is chaotic, and there’s an indescribable, sinister energy to it!’
’Something’s wrong!’
Her gaze didn’t linger for even a second on the IV bag that was still slowly dripping.
In the next second, Song Qingya pulled the IV needle out of the back of Dean Yuan’s hand!
"What are you doing! Ah!"
Mrs. Yuan shuddered violently, broke down completely, and shrieked.
"Are you trying to kill him? I knew you were up to no good! You just got here and you’re already pulling these stunts, you just want to see something happen to our Tan Family, don’t you?!"
"Shut up!"
Song Qingya didn’t even turn her head.
She quickly took a dark red acupuncture case from the small bag she carried.
She flicked the latch, and the lid popped open, revealing neatly arranged silver needles inside.
With a flick of her wrist, she quickly placed the open case on the metal tray beside the bed.
"If you want him to be okay, then don’t make a sound."
Before she had even finished speaking, she had already picked up a silver needle about an inch long.
She located the spot, held her breath, and inserted the needle without a moment’s hesitation!
The tip entered the skin, light and silent.
Then the second needle, the third...
The silver needles glinted coldly under the light, trembling slightly with her fingertips.
After a few successive needles, Dean Yuan’s previously rapid and chaotic breathing finally began to ease a little.
However, his face was still ashen, his lips were blue, and he had no color at all.
Mrs. Yuan was stunned by this series of swift, decisive actions.
She had been about to open her mouth to wail, but now it was as if someone had pressed pause.
She stood frozen on the spot, staring blankly at Song Qingya, her eyes trembling slightly and her lips murmuring incoherently.
Just then, Yang Meiling ran back in, a worried expression on her face.
But there was no one behind her; the corridor was quiet, with no doctors following.
"Aunt Yuan... The doctors are all... busy resuscitating other patients..."
Her gaze secretly fell on Song Qingya.
"Aunt Yuan, don’t be so anxious. Dean Song has her own way of doing things. Even if we’re not happy about it, we have to endure it. After all, Dean Yuan’s health is what’s important... This isn’t the time to throw a tantrum, right?"
It sounded like she was trying to calm her down, but in reality, it was like rubbing salt in the wound.
Song Qingya didn’t look up, nor did her hands stop moving.
"Yang Meiling," she said, enunciating each word, "utter one more sound, and I’ll have you thrown out."
When Mrs. Yuan heard this, her temper instantly flared.
She immediately pulled Yang Meiling behind her, protectively.
"Meiling was only speaking out of concern for Old Yuan, what are you being so fierce for! Huh? You’re just a little girl who’s new to the job, you don’t know anything, and you really think you’re God Almighty? Let me tell you, this isn’t a place where you can just throw your weight around! This is a hospital, a place with rules! Get out! Get out now! Or I’ll file a complaint against you with the dean!"
Song Qingya sneered inwardly, the corners of her mouth turning down almost imperceptibly.
Her gaze never left the silver needle in her hand, her fingertips moving slightly.
The final needle landed steadily, its tail quivering slightly, the vibration lingering.
With a turn of her fingers, she picked up another silver needle.
She focused her concentration and held her breath, her gaze fixed on the acupoints on the patient’s body.
Her fingertips adjusted the angle slightly, preparing to insert them into a new set of acupoints to promote the smooth flow through his meridians.
Yang Meiling remained hidden behind Mrs. Yuan, her body tilted slightly to the side.
In reality, the corners of her mouth had already quietly curled up in the shadows.
But on her face, she struggled to maintain a pitiful and helpless expression.
She gently tugged on Mrs. Yuan’s sleeve.
"Aunt Yuan, don’t be like this... It’s all my fault, I have a big mouth, I shouldn’t have said those things... Dean Song also means well for Dean Yuan, it’s just... she’s just a bit hot-tempered."
"Why don’t you... go outside and rest for a bit? I can stay here and watch over Dean Yuan. If anything happens, I can call for help right away. What do you think?"
Song Qingya’s hands suddenly stopped moving, the silver needle she held hovering in mid-air.