I Am Diagnosed as a Medical Titan

Chapter 119: Chapter 114: Transformation

"The support team has taken over the remaining minor and serious casualties. There are no new red-tagged patients at the triage station for now. You should sit down and rest for a bit."

Jiang He took the paper towel and asked in return, "Where’s Director Yang Xu? What surgery is he in right now? Are they short-handed?"

The young nurse froze.

She stared at Jiang He in disbelief.

From the moment he’d rushed into the emergency hall until now, this man had diagnosed ten critically ill patients, all while dragging an injured leg.

’And now that he finally has a moment to catch his breath, he actually wants to go into surgery?’

"I... I’ll call the circulating nurse in the OR for you." The young nurse swallowed hard, turned, and hurried toward the nurses’ station.

Jiang He didn’t stay put.

He moved between the emergency hall and the observation area.

His main purpose was to confirm his previous diagnoses and handle any emergencies that might arise.

At the edge of the hallway, Jiang He saw the patient with the Tension Pneumothorax.

A simple one-way valve was inserted into the man’s chest, and his breathing had stabilized.

Chen Hao was standing guard by the bedside, his eyes glued to the water-seal bottle.

Jiang He didn’t disturb him and continued on his way.

The patient with the ruptured spleen was already on a drip of packed red blood cells, their blood pressure stabilized at the passing mark of around 80.

The woman with cardiac tamponade was sleeping with her eyes closed, a nurse attending to her nearby.

Every life was heading in the right direction.

But Jiang He himself frowned.

After the adrenaline from the emergency rescue wore off, the swelling in his right ankle felt like it was about to split the skin.

He rummaged through a medical cabinet and found a blister pack of ibuprofen.

He popped out two pills and swallowed them with water.

The painkillers would take time to work, and the hall was still bustling.

Jiang He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he shifted all his weight onto his left leg and used the wall for support to stand up straight.

After that, every step he took sent a sharp pain through his right foot.

But the expression on his face remained calm—so calm it was almost cruel.

As he reached a corner of the observation area, someone suddenly darted out from the side and grabbed his arm.

Jiang He stopped and looked down.

It was a teenage girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old.

She was wearing a jacket covered in mud and blood, her hair was a mess, and she was trembling from head to toe.

"Doctor... where’s my mom? Is my mom safe?"

"What’s your mother’s name?"

"Wu Wanning..." Tears streamed down the girl’s face. "Her name is Wu Wanning."

Jiang He quickly ran through the list of patients he had just seen in his head. The name wasn’t on it.

’She’s likely with another doctor, or she was sent straight upstairs.’

"Don’t cry just yet. Tell me, where were you sitting when the bus crashed?" Jiang He asked, trying to assess the potential injuries.

Hearing this, the girl’s body jolted, and her tears finally burst forth.

"In... in the middle of the bus. Before the crash, I was arguing with her."

She bit her lip hard, her shoulders shaking violently as she spoke in broken sentences:

"I did badly on my monthly exam, and she kept nagging me. She said I was being immature, that she worked from dawn till dusk every day just for me... I was so sick of it. I yelled at her. I told her I hated her. I told her I wished she wasn’t my mom. I told her I never wanted to see her again..."

Jiang He listened in silence.

The careless words common in adolescence might have just been a normal argument on any other day, something they could sleep off and forget.

But tonight, twisted by disaster, those words had become a prophecy fulfilled.

"Then... then there was a huge noise from outside, and the bus suddenly flipped over."

"When mud and rocks smashed through the window, my mom threw herself on top of me, holding me in her arms..."

The girl’s breathing became ragged, and she could barely get her words out.

"She was lying on top of me, not moving. I kept calling her, but she wouldn’t answer. There was just blood... blood kept dripping onto my neck. Doctor, is this all my fault?"

At this, the girl broke down completely.

Overcome with deep regret, she clutched her head and sobbed.

"This jacket I’m wearing, it’s my mom’s... The blood on it is my mom’s, too... Doctor... will I... will I ever see my mom again...?"

To want to care for your parents, only to find they are gone.

A final parting after an exchange of cruel words.

It was the kind of thing that could hollow out a person’s soul, leaving them with a lifetime of guilt.

Jiang He knelt, trying to offer her some support, and said comfortingly, "The moment she threw herself over you, she absolutely was not thinking about what you yelled at her. She loves you, just like you love her."

"I’m going to find out where Wu Wanning is. You wait here, okay? Don’t run off."

Jiang He turned and walked back into the resuscitation room.

While searching for the name, he also took care of a few green-tagged patients who needed cleaning and suturing.

In the suturing area, he saw Xu Chen.

Xu Chen was half-squatting in front of an elderly man with a scalp laceration.

His white coat, which he normally treasured, was stained with dark red blood.

But somehow, he looked much more dashing than before.

「A short while ago...」

Xu Chen had staggered back from the bedside of the young man with the open femur fracture, his mind in a daze.

Applying pressure, bandaging, immobilizing.

These were procedures he could perform perfectly in his sleep during skills assessments.

But just now, he had done them drenched in sweat, his hands trembling.

Leaning against the wall outside the debridement room, he gasped for air.

"Make way! Doctor! Please, come look at my dad!"

A gurney was wheeled over by paramedics and family members.

"What happened?" a nurse rushed forward.

"He was injured in the crash!"

Xu Chen subconsciously glanced at the gurney.

On it was an elderly man in his seventies.

He had a head injury.

His face, neck, and clothes were completely smeared with fresh blood.