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At this moment, the emergency room of Nanshan County People's Hospital was crowded with parents who had rushed over after hearing the news. The police officers maintaining order kept shouting, "Everyone, calm down, go outside first, don't obstruct the doctors from treating the injured!"

"Everyone, stay calm. This is a critical moment. Don't hinder the doctors. Everyone, get out of here!"

No matter how much the police officers maintaining order shouted, the parents gathered outside the emergency room refused to leave. Some parents looked at their children lying on the hospital bed, with doctors and nurses constantly pressing on the wounds, blood staining the entire bed, and cried out their children's names.

Although it was said that only eight students were seriously injured, quite a few others with minor injuries were also brought in. The emergency room was in complete chaos. Guo Kun was running around buttoning his white coat when he saw the scene outside the emergency room. He quickly pushed through the crowd and shouted to the parents blocking the way, "Everyone, please calm down!"

The police's initial admonitions hadn't had much effect, but Guo Kun, wearing a white coat, shouted, and the crowd quieted down considerably. Guo Kun continued, "There's an emergency being performed inside. Your noise will affect the doctors' treatment and the injured person's emotional state!"

"I understand how you parents feel right now. My name is Guo Kun, and I am the director of the county hospital. I assure you that we will do everything we can to treat the injured students. Please trust the medical staff in the emergency room, and trust Nanshan County People's Hospital!"

"We also ask that you parents support our work so that we can do our best to treat the injured, okay? Please go outside first. The police need to register the names of the injured, and we need your cooperation!"

"Everyone, go outside first," the police said, seeing that Guo Kun had brought the situation under control. They then began to direct the still somewhat agitated parents to move outside.

Seeing that the parents were finally leaving, Guo Kun was about to turn and go into the emergency room when a middle-aged couple came over and grabbed his hands. "Dean Guo, my son is lying in the hospital bed right now. Please, you must save him! He's our only son!"

Please!

After the couple finished speaking, they knelt down. Guo Kun dared not accept their kneeling and immediately pulled the couple up. The man was wearing a blue work uniform, and there were still some stains on his face. Perhaps he had rushed directly from the factory to the hospital after hearing the news.

"Please, you must save him! No matter the cost, I'll sell everything I own..."

"Comrade, don't worry. What's your son's name?" Guo Kun asked, holding the man's hand. "You don't need to worry about any expenses. Our county hospital is a people's hospital, serving the people!"

"His name is Song Jianbing. The doctor inside said he was shot in the chest. Dean Guo, my husband and I only had this one son after thirty years. If he's gone, our family will fall apart!"

After the woman finished speaking, her legs went weak and she burst into tears. Guo Kun was moved by what he saw and gritted his teeth, saying, "Alright, I understand. Go to the police station to register first!"

Watching Guo Kun walk into the emergency room, the couple supported each other and walked out of the corridor, their backs looking so desolate and lonely.

Guo Kun entered the emergency room. The doctors and nurses who were treating the injured did not notice the arrival of Guo Kun, the hospital director. Guo Kun walked to Cao Aiguo's side. Cao Aiguo had just finished suturing the wound, and the nurse hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"How's it going, Lao Cao?"

Hearing Guo Kun's voice, Cao Aiguo didn't turn around, continuing his work, meticulously completing the knot. "There are a total of twenty-one wounded. Eight were shot in the torso, twelve were shot to varying degrees in the limbs, and one was just traumatized!"

"Of the twelve wounded who were shot in the limbs, three have been confirmed and amputated. Of the other nine, four were hit by stray bullets and have been stitched up after the debris was removed. The remaining five were penetrating wounds, and Lao Chang is currently stitching them up with others."

"What about the condition of the eight seriously injured?"

Cao Aiguo put down his surgical instruments. Seeing that Director Cao Aiguo had finished suturing, his assistant quickly applied gauze to the patient. "It's not very optimistic, Director Guo. There are people from the cardiology and internal medicine departments. They're in the operating room right now trying to save the patient. You'd better go and ask them yourself."

Upon hearing Cao Aiguo say that the situation was not optimistic, Guo Kun's face darkened. He gritted his teeth, nodded, and went to the nearby washbasin to clean himself. With the help of a nurse, he put on his surgical gown before entering the operating room.

The operating room was eerily quiet. When doctors were performing surgeries, some would chat to liven things up, or they would talk about everyday things. If you didn't look at their clothes and the way they were doing their hands, you would think they were slacking off. In reality, some surgeries were very long, and talking during the process could help people concentrate better.

But this time, no one spoke; everyone was completely focused. The circulating nurse nodded to Guo Kun as he entered. Guo Kun walked to the operating table and asked, "How is it?"

Chief Surgeon Chang of the cardiac surgery department said in a completely unwavering tone, "This is bad. Eight critically wounded patients have been shot to varying degrees in the torso, and three of them have already lost vital signs before they even reached the operating table!"

Guo Kun fell silent after hearing this. Director Chang did not give Guo Kun time to mourn. "The other five are also all in critical condition. One of them just had a CT scan. The bullet was lodged next to his thoracic vertebra, causing paraplegia. He also has pulmonary contusion and hemopneumothorax. Lao Liu and the others are currently performing surgery on him."

"Two other people are undergoing damage control surgery. One has a comminuted ruptured liver, and the other has a hemopneumothorax combined with a ruptured spleen. Both have lost more than 3000 milliliters of blood, and the blood bank is running out of both AO blood types."

"I will immediately mobilize people to donate blood. Is there anything the hospital needs to do?"

Director Chang's hands didn't stop moving. "In this surgery, the patient's blood pressure is barely stable, but the signs of peritonitis are obvious, and there's perforation of a hollow organ!"

"The operating rooms are completely full, and the anesthesiology department and all attending physicians are working at full capacity. Dr. Guo, we are severely understaffed. We need to ask the city's central hospital for help, otherwise those two patients with ruptured livers and spleens might not survive the operation!"

Guo Kun answered Director Chang's question almost without hesitation, "Okay, I'll ask Secretary Lin right away. Are there any shortages of medicine or anything like that?"

"No!"

Thanks to Chen Dong's donation, the number of operating rooms at Nanshan County People's Hospital has expanded from two to four. Various advanced operating room instruments were the main part of Chen Dong's donation, and there is no shortage of medicines.

As Guo Kun walked out of the emergency room, still wearing his surgical gown, he met the expectant gazes of the parents.

"The hospital's blood bank is running low, and we urgently need everyone to donate blood. Those with blood types A and O, please go to the blood donation center voluntarily!"

"I'm here, I'm willing to donate blood, take mine!"

"Take mine!"