Dr. Corning took off his mask and walked out of the emergency room with a blank expression. He was about to walk towards his office, then clean up and prepare to get off work.

He could have gotten off work two hours ago today, but due to a sudden outbreak, he had to extend his working hours.

He is a dedicated doctor. If these two times are used to treat patients, he will not feel any problems. However, all his time has been used to confirm whether the patient is safe, which makes him feel bored.

Alanni, a female nurse in pink clothes, walked towards Dr. Corning. Her expression was anxious and she said nervously: "Dr. Corning, you can't leave for the time being. There is a female patient in the emergency room who was seriously injured. Two hours have passed and she is still not out of danger. The dean asked me to come to you and would like to ask you to cooperate with Dr. Alan for treatment."

Dr. Alan is also a famous surgical expert in the hospital, but he is a mortal enemy of Dr. Corning.

Dr. Corning curled his lips and mocked, "With Alan's strength, if he can't cure that patient, I'm afraid I can't do anything."

Dr. Corning really wanted to prove that he was the number one in the hospital, but he wanted him to help Alan, but he could not imagine it.

Alanni frowned and said, "Doctor Alan is helpless and can only continue the patient's life now. The dean plans to convene all doctors for consultation."

Dr. Corning frowned, and Alanny successfully attracted her interest and attention. Any doctor is interested in major diseases, just like a shrewd hunter who has discovered the traces of wild animals.

Corning got the signal from Alanni's hint that if he cured the patient now, it would mean that his strength was stronger than Alan.

"I'll go to the first room of the emergency room now." Dr. Corning frowned his sword eyebrows and said extremely firmly.

The dean stood outside the operating room and walked around anxiously. When he saw Kang Ning appear, he took the initiative to meet him and said in a deep voice: "The patient inside has a gunshot wound. The injury is very serious and the amount of bleeding is very large. The bullet hit the lungs. The shrapnel exploded in the body, and the entire lung was seriously disabled. Alan used many methods, but it was useless."

Dr. Corning put on a mask and showed a confident look in his eyes, "Please rest assured, I will do my best."

The dean gently patted Dr. Corning's shoulder. The news about his emergency room 2 had already reached his ears. Dr. Corning successfully helped dozens of shooting patients to solve the pain, which shows that his level is good.

The dean did not know that the patients were treated before being sent to the hospital. The female patient in the emergency room was not so lucky. She was sent directly to the hospital and took the lead in rescue, so her condition worsened.

As soon as Corning walked into the emergency room, Alan discovered him.

"What are you here to do?" Alan looked at Corning angrily, "This is not the territory you should come from."

Corning sneered, "If it weren't for your poor strength and you couldn't handle the patient's condition, why would you ask me to take action?"

Alan's eyes ejaculated, and arranging Corning to come over to "cooperate" with him was like a disguised contempt.

Alan rushed out of the emergency room, took off her gloves and the blue-gray surgical gown outside, and angrily smashed on the ground, "A bunch of garbage, I'm quitting."

The dean raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "You should humbly accept failure. Any doctor will encounter difficult conditions. At this time, as a manager, you need to change your strategies and not take the patient's life safety as a bet."

Alan rushed to the dean and growled: "I have found a solution, used microscopy technology to clean up all the shrapnel in her lungs, and she will definitely be able to heal."

The dean shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Microscopic technology to obtain shrapnel is an executable solution, but it will take at least an hour and a half. The patient's vital signs are very fragile and cannot afford such a long operation."

Alan waved her fists and said unwillingly: "I don't believe there is any better way Corning has. He is just a stupid guy who will only make things worse."

The dean frowned: "At least the other twenty patients sent by the shooting were solved by him. And you didn't handle any of the patients well, that's the difference between you and him."

"How is that possible?" Alan questioned incredibly, "How could he solve all patients in such a short time."

The dean waved to Alan impatiently, "If you are curious, you can go into the glass room with me and see how your opponent deals with patients you cannot handle."

Alan's anger was completely suppressed, after all, Corning's actual results were placed there. Of course, he also had an idea that Corning could solve all patients so quickly, which was related to luck. The condition of those patients was not particularly serious, and the patient he happened to encounter was the most serious.

The two walked into the glass room. In front of them was a large single-sided glass, which clearly saw the operation on the operating table. There was an LCD screen on the right. The staff could see the details of the doctor's operation through the operation.

Corning stood in front of the patient, and because he was wearing a mask, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. His eyes fell on the gap in the opening, wanting to see clearly the situation inside.

Corning finally realized why Alan spent two hours to solve the patient. Because the condition was too complicated, dozens of fine shrapnel were scattered in her lungs and could not be removed with the naked eye. She could only operate under a microscope.

The patient now relies entirely on oxygen delivery, and the lungs are an important organ for oxygen production. If the shrapnel is not processed completely, once the oxygen inhaler is removed, the patient will die immediately.

Corning was silent for five minutes, and finally took off his mask, facing the glass side, and shook his head gently.

The dean couldn't hide his disappointment in his eyes, but he didn't expect that Corning would be useless.

Corning and Alan are two important banners of the hospital. If they both confirm that they have no choice, it means that even if the consultation is held, it will not be of much significance.

For doctors, any surgery is risky, and not all surgery can achieve a 100% success rate.

"Try to contact the family and tell them this bad news." The dean told Alanni.

"Her family is no longer in China, but in China. Now they are actively contacting their families, but they have not yet contacted them." Alanni said helplessly.

The dean sighed, "Sew the knife edges and continue to provide oxygen. After contacting her family abroad, we will take the next measure after we get confirmation."

According to the dean's professional experience, her family will let her live as long as possible. However, according to the patient's current situation, if the lung fragments are not removed in time, even if oxygen inhalation cannot be supported for too long.

The human body is like a machine. If an organ loses its efficacy, it will indirectly affect other strange decays. If the lungs are severely damaged, symptoms of infection will appear quickly. At first, drugs may be used to prevent inflammation, but the human body will be resistant to drugs, so the effect will not last long.

Corning walked out of the emergency room and was in a bad mood. She originally thought she could beat Alan, but she didn't expect it to be useless. The patient's condition was very serious and she could only prolong her life. If her vitality was strong and she could survive forty-eight hours of golden hours, she might be able to continue the operation depending on the situation, but at present, it is impossible to continue the operation for at least two hours.

Alan stood opposite, wrapped her hands on her chest, and said sneered: "Aren't you quite confident just now? You were disappointed. I thought you were much better than me, but you ended up being a fancy."

Corning responded coldly, "If I leave it to me for processing, I will take the microscope into the first time, which will have a success rate of at least 60%.

Alan was so angry that her forehead was bursting with blue veins. "It's easy to say that the reason why you can find the cause of the patient is based on the preparations we did before. If you weren't, you wouldn't be able to know exactly where the cause of the patient was as soon as possible."

Seeing that Corning and Alan were arguing, the dean was so angry that his face cramped. When he hired the two to lead the team independently in the hospital, he hoped that the two would promote each other's progress through competitive relationships. But now it seems that the effect is not good, and the two can only use words to reveal each other's old background, which looks childish and ridiculous.

The assistant dean trotted over from the end of the corridor, leaned into the dean's ear and whispered a few words.

The dean frowned and said in a deep voice: "Is this not in line with the rules?"

The assistant dean explained: "He has a good cooperative relationship with our hospital this time and is willing to pay $200,000 for it to sponsor our hospital's surgical R&D team."

The dean looked at the dean's assistant in complexity and said in a deep voice: "Even if we promise to make a big profit, we cannot joke about the safety of the patients."

The assistant dean smiled bitterly: "He is a Chinese medical expert in China, with good medical skills and reputation. Otherwise, we would not cooperate with them and support them in holding World Medical Tour Conference events in affiliated schools."

The dean was silent, and then he remembered that there was something like this: Su Tao held the World Search Conference, which was not particularly important for him. The Chinese people paid funds, put some manpower on their own, and fooled things.

In his opinion, Su Tao's behavior of holding the World Medical Tour Conference was a bit sensational.

It is not something worth praising that a doctor is not good at staying in the clinic, coming out to show off and doing something that attracts attention.

Many Chinese people seem to be like this. They hold an event abroad and put a layer of gold on their resumes in China, which is ridiculous and ridiculous.

"Okay, let him try it." The dean agreed reluctantly, mainly because of the 200,000 US dollars. Although it was not particularly large, he could at least pay for all the medical expenses of the female patient lying on the operating table.
Chapter completed!