EBE Chapter 527 It’s all my fault
Chapter 527 It’s all my fault
Late at night, the Central Hospital should have been quiet.
The lights in the inpatient ward, like weary stars, sparsely dotted the end of the corridor.
The nurses on duty at the nurses' station were checking medical records with their heads down. The smell of disinfectant filled the empty hall, and even the usually bustling ward corridors felt somewhat deserted.
At 10:17, the dean's office hotline suddenly rang sharply, like a needle piercing the silence.
Dean Zhou Mingyuan had a major surgery today and had just returned to the rest room less than half an hour after finishing. He was still feeling extremely tired when he picked up the receiver, but after listening to what was being said on the other end of the phone, he instantly became alert.
The call was from Xu's Group's special assistant, who sounded urgent, as if he were racing against time: "Dean Zhou, there's an emergency at Haihuang International. Miss Xu has lost too much blood and is in critical condition. Mr. Han from Beijing's Han Group is taking her there by helicopter, and Ms. Xu will be there soon too. You must gather the best obstetrics and gynecology experts and have the blood bank staff on standby!"
Zhou Mingyuan's heart sank.
Miss Xu?
He had heard of the Han Group in Beijing.
The fact that the head of the Han family and the young master of the Xu Group would send a helicopter to escort them, and that the Xu Group's special assistant would personally make a phone call... the dean didn't have time to think about it anymore.
He didn't even bother to put on a coat, his bare feet touching the cold floor as he dialed the internal phone, his fingertips trembling slightly with urgency: "Is this the on-call duty? Immediately notify the head and deputy head of the obstetrics and gynecology department, as well as Professor Li from the cardiac surgery department, and have them assemble on the rooftop helipad within five minutes! Also, have the blood bank prepare AB type blood immediately, and have the head nurse stand by on the helipad with the first-aid kit!"
The duty officer on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then replied, "Yes."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Mingyuan realized that he was only wearing a thin coat. The cold wind outside the window was blowing snowflakes that hit the glass and made a soft, rustling sound.
He hastily put on a white coat, grabbed his car keys, and rushed out. In the corridor, he met the vice president, who was running over in surgical scrubs. The two looked at each other and saw seriousness in each other's eyes.
Five minutes later, the helipad on the top floor of the Central Hospital was as bright as day.
The beams of searchlights pierced the night sky, sweeping across the snow-covered ground. Several security guards in orange reflective vests stood at the edge, holding batons, their hats fluttering in the cold wind.
The head nurse, along with three other nurses, pushed an emergency bed to the designated spot. The bed was covered with a clean white sheet and was equipped with an electrocardiogram monitor, a defibrillator, and an IV stand. The nurses' fingers were red from the cold, but they still quickly checked the equipment to ensure everything was in perfect working order.
Director Zhang of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department is a female doctor in her fifties. She had just arrived from home, her hair still a little messy, but she had already changed into her surgical gown and was talking quietly with Professor Li from the Cardiac Surgery Department.
Professor Li pushed up his glasses, his brow furrowed: "I heard there was abdominal pain and fainting? We can't rule out the possibility of threatened miscarriage in early pregnancy. Be prepared, and don't panic later."
Director Zhang nodded, took the gloves from the nurse, and pinched a few wrinkles into the rubber gloves with his fingertips.
Just then, the roar of a helicopter came from afar, like a huge steel beast breaking through the clouds.
The searchlight beam immediately locked onto the approaching black dot, and the hospital security guards waved their batons and beeped their whistles.
The helicopter circled twice, the huge airflow whipping up snowflakes that swirled everywhere, even causing the searchlight beams to sway.
The moment the hatch opened, Han Xi appeared first at the doorway.
He was still wearing that black windbreaker, the hem stained with snow and dark red blood, the zipper pulled up high, his exposed chin soaked with sweat and blood.
This contrasted sharply with his slightly pale face.
He held Fang Li tightly in his arms, his arms bulging with veins from the force, his knuckles turning white as if they were about to dig into her flesh.
"quick!"
Han Xi's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded. His arms, which were holding Fang Li, trembled slightly, but he dared not relax his grip in the slightest.
The nurses immediately pushed the emergency bed over, and Han Xi carefully placed Fang Li on the bed, his movements as gentle as if he were protecting a fragile treasure.
But when his fingertips touched her cold skin, he couldn't help but shudder.
Fang Li's eyes were tightly closed, and unmelted snowflakes still clung to her long eyelashes.
Her face was as white as a sheet of paper, her lips were bloodless, and although the dangerous wound on her neck had been simply bandaged on the plane, the bloodstains around the wound were still there, staining her snow-white collar red, which was frighteningly glaring.
Her breathing was so faint it was almost invisible; her chest rose and fell like a candle flickering in the wind. Her hand, resting on her lower abdomen, was clenched, and her fingertips were turning blue.
"Blood pressure 60/40, heart rate 120!"
The nurse quickly attached the electrodes, and the electrocardiogram monitor emitted a sharp alarm, with red waveforms jumping wildly on the screen.
The head nurse immediately picked up the IV needle, aimed it at Fang Li's hand, and was about to insert it when Han Xi grabbed her hand.
"lighter."
His voice was low, with an almost pleading hoarse quality.
The head nurse paused for a moment, then slowed her movements. The needle pierced the vein precisely, and the clear liquid dripped slowly down the IV tube, blending into her pale skin.
Han Xi stayed by the emergency bed, his hands hanging at his sides, with dark red bloodstains still between his fingers.
I don't know if it was from Mamba or Fang Li.
His gaze was fixed on Fang Li's face, as if trying to etch her features into his very bones. But when his eyes swept over her lower abdomen, his pupils suddenly contracted, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a suppressed whimper.
Soon, the emergency bed was pushed towards the elevator entrance, its wheels making a "gurgling" sound on the concrete ground of the helipad.
Han Xi followed closely behind, his military boots, covered in mud, leaving a messy trail on the floor.
The pale light in the corridor shone on his bloodshot eyes, revealing an almost insane obsession.
He remembered the sight of her red-rimmed eyes looking at him from above the rooftop, her painful groans as Song Yuchen dragged her along, and her last, barely audible words, "To the hospital..."
His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain almost suffocating him.
"it's all my fault……"
He murmured softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it, but his fists clenched tighter and tighter, his nails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood without him even noticing.
The elevator doors opened with a "ding," and the elevator was already packed with doctors and nurses.
Han Xi wanted to follow her in, but the head nurse stopped him: "Sir, the elevator is full. Please come down the stairs. We'll wait for you in the operating room."
Han Xi didn't speak, but just stared at the slowly closing elevator door until it was completely closed, blocking Fang Li's figure. Only then did he suddenly turn around and rush towards the stairwell.