Special Forces Medic

Chapter 893 - 24: If I Collapse, Let It Be in a Beauty’s Arms!

Gong Yu did not immediately head towards the medical building; there were so many eyes watching her. Instead, she turned to the other side and then sneaked into the medical building.

The third floor, originally Qing Yue was just working a day shift today and could get off work at six, but later, more and more patients were sent over, and for doctors and nurses, overtime is nothing unusual, especially in such extraordinary times.

Now finally having a moment to spare, she was about to eat a quick meal when her phone rang—it was from the senior she respected the most, Gong Yu.

She couldn’t ignore calls from others, but Gong Yu’s call was one she had to answer because Gong Yu had saved her life.

When Gong Yu appeared on the third floor, Qing Yue was already waiting in the hall. Ever since Gong Yu graduated, Qing Yue hadn’t seen her. At this moment, seeing Gong Yu dressed in a very simple professional outfit, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses that covered her bright and charming eyes, as well as her amazing beauty, Qing Yue was a bit surprised and asked, "Senior Gong Yu, what’s this?"

Gong Yu didn’t say much and directly asked Qing Yue, "Qing Yue, there’s something I need your help with..."

"Senior Gong Yu, what you said! Just give me a call for anything you need me to do, right?" Qing Yue affectionately held Gong Yu’s hand as she spoke.

Seeing Qing Yue’s enthusiasm warmed Gong Yu’s heart. She held Qing Yue’s hand and whispered, "Let’s go someplace quiet to talk!"

Xu Qingyuan was very anxious, from asking about Lei Feng’s situation every two hours at the start, to asking every twenty, ten, five minutes—it made him reassured yet increasingly anxious.

"How many minutes are left until the vaccine can be developed? What about other hospitals? Is there any latest progress?" Xu Qingyuan paced back and forth inside the vaccine cultivation lab. The vaccine cultivation plan had been finalized four hours ago; it just hadn’t come out yet. According to their initial judgment, the vaccine should have been cultivated within three hours. Now, four hours had already passed, and even someone as strong as Lei Feng couldn’t endure such a drain on physical, mental, and intellectual energy.

Others might think that Lei Feng was just doing acupuncture, inserting and removing needles, such simple actions—how could it be tiring? But Xu Qingyuan knew that although it looked like simple needlework, the real effect wasn’t just about the acupuncture points or techniques; the corresponding Qi Gong operation was indispensable.

And news from the laboratory indicated Lei Feng’s condition was quite poor; his needlework speed was getting slower, with even signs of hand trembling appearing.

Even though several people were with Xu Qingyuan, no one could answer his questions because they also didn’t know when the vaccine could be ready.

"Dean, it’s almost ready. Other hospitals probably haven’t developed theirs yet!" Professor Li could only reassure Xu Qingyuan.

At that moment, urgent footsteps were heard from outside, and a young doctor rushed in, saying to Xu Qingyuan, "Dean, the People’s Hospital of Beijing has already cultivated the first batch of vaccines!"

The People’s Hospital of Beijing cultivating the first batch of vaccines meant it was the first to succeed. This epidemic was also stepping towards its conclusion, and the attendees of the expert consultations and their units gained newfound fame, but what truly was remembered and recorded in history was only the People’s Hospital of Beijing.

While the contributions and reputation of the medical department were naturally not as significant.

Xu Qingyuan, however, couldn’t help but smile, not caring whether it was his hospital that developed the first batch of vaccines. The first batch was ready, and Lei Feng could finally rest; otherwise, he might become the first person to die of exhaustion on the operating table.

"Tell them to send it over immediately!" Xu Qingyuan said promptly.

"It’s already on the way. It should be here in a few minutes. Staff has been arranged to go downstairs and receive it!"

"Okay, that works!" Hearing this news, Xu Qingyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. The People’s Hospital of Beijing is not far from here; it usually takes about ten minutes by car. Now, it’s twelve o’clock at night, with fewer cars on the road, so it might take only about five minutes. In his heart, he prayed that Lei Feng could persevere.

Lei Feng in the lab was still focused, even though his needlework had slowed considerably, his fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes seemed a bit lost. He still had to persist.

His internal energy was completely exhausted, sustained solely by willpower. At this moment, Lei Feng knew that even if he continued acupuncture, it might not save the severely ill patient before him, but without his needlework, the patient would surely die.

"Dr. Lei, would you like to rest for a while?" Seeing Lei Feng so focused but showing symptoms indicating he had exerted his fullest effort, now sustained only by willpower, he might fall onto the operating table due to physical weakness in the next moment.

Lei Feng gently shook his head, too tired to even speak, or perhaps lacking the energy to open his mouth, conserving every bit of strength.

However, at this moment, Lei Feng truly had no strength left. When he picked up the next needle, he couldn’t even hold the Silver Needle, and it fell directly to the ground—he had completely run out of strength, with an irresistible thought to rest now emerging.

Suddenly, his vision went black, and as he was about to slump in front of the bed, the beautiful nurse Xiao Lan saw this and was taken aback. If Lei Feng were to slump onto the patient’s bed...

Just as Xiao Lan reacted to reach out to grab Lei Feng, he miraculously tilted and fell directly towards Xiao Lan...

To prevent Lei Feng from falling to the ground, Xiao Lan quickly squatted and directly embraced him.

A sensation of warmth and softness, so comfortable, he didn’t want to wake from this feeling—this was Lei Feng’s last conscious moment.

At that moment, the lab door opened, and Dean Xu Qingyuan led ten doctors and nurses inside in a hurry, nurses carrying specially designed medical boxes containing the first batch of vaccines sent from the People’s Hospital of Beijing—eight in total.

"What’s happened to Lei Feng?" Xu Qingyuan hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Exhausted!" Xiao Lan struggled to support Lei Feng’s body, having no thoughts about anything else at this moment.

Xu Qingyuan had encountered such situations before and knew what to do. He quickly instructed the staff to send Lei Feng to rest in a top-tier ward on the third floor. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)