When I'm on the night shift, all the department heads can't sleep.

The cursor is positioned after "Liang Shumin".

The young staff member's hands were still on the keyboard, but he wasn't typing anything.

The section for family contact persons only has one line of text.

My son's phone is connected.

Liu Zhenhua stared at that line, his brows slowly furrowing.

"Is this considered a contact person?"

The projector in the conference room was a bright white.

Below Liang Shumin's section, the follow-up status is empty, the person in charge of patient communication is empty, and the backup phone number is also empty.

Qin Hai pushed his chair back.

"The phone call was used to move forward during the rescue. It's not something we can rely on to find people later."

Liu Zhenhua clicked the mouse on the contact list.

Was it his wife who signed the document at the scene?

Lin Ye turned to Liang Shumin's page on the transfer registration.

The edges of the paper were pressed down by the emergency room at night, leaving several creases.

"My wife signed the consent form for the surgery, anesthesia, and blood transfusion on-site. My son was also on the phone at the time, and his number is written in the lower right corner of the operating room transfer record. The emergency room record does not indicate the main contact person."

Qin Hai looked at him.

"Report only the records."

Lin Ye stopped and pushed the registration book to Liu Zhenhua's side.

"Arrival time at the hospital: 10:41 PM. Entered the operating room at 11:26 PM. Transferred to the intensive care unit, made up for during the day shift handover, at 6:52 PM."

Liu Zhenhua typed in the three time periods.

The keyboard clicks faded very slowly.

Chen Shouyi looked at the screen.

"Who has communicated with the ICU?"

The young staff member scrolled through the meeting group records on his phone.

"The day shift handover report stated that the vascular surgery and intensive care units had informed the family of the critical condition and that continued resuscitation and observation were necessary."

Qin Hai gave a short laugh.

"Who should we inform?"

The young officer stopped.

"No record was written."

The sound of the air conditioner in the conference room suddenly became very clear.

Zhou Min had just returned from the nurses' station, still clutching Shen Qingyuan's chest tube tracking form in her hand.

Upon hearing this, she immediately placed the paper on the table.

"I called the entrance to the intensive care unit."

The call was connected very quickly.

Zhou Min didn't turn on speakerphone; she first gave her department and name.

"Are Liang Shumin's family members still at the door? Yes, the ones who had surgery after their abdominal aortic aneurysm rupture. Could you please confirm who's at the scene right now?"

She listened for a few seconds, and her expression changed slightly.

"My wife is here. My son isn't in the hospital. The family just asked if they could go home to get some things, saying the surgery was already done."

Qin Hai placed his palm on the table.

The transfer registration book on the table was covered by a corner.

"That's what you call not finishing the explanation."

Chen Shouyi stood up.

"Go to the entrance of the ICU."

Qin Hai immediately looked up.

"Who's leaving?"

"Liu Zhenhua, Zhou Min."

Chen Shouyi looked at the vascular surgery doctor on duty.

"One person from the vascular surgery department will also go."

The vascular surgery doctor on duty picked up his coat from the back of the chair, but didn't wear it; he just draped it over his arm.

"I'll go."

Qin Hai's gaze fell on Lin Ye.

Lin Ye had already closed the register.

Qin Hai did not let him sit back down.

"Take the original records and follow them to the door. Don't explain the condition or the prognosis. If the family asks if the surgery was successful, just shut up."

Lin Ye nodded.

"Only add time points."

"There's one more thing."

Qin Hai shoved the registration book back into his hand.

"Tracking orders are not for you to send out."

Lin Ye gripped the plastic cover of the registration book.

"Know."

The intensive care unit is on the other side of the inpatient building.

The corridor was quieter than the emergency room, with the access control lights on one by one.

The visitation guidelines were neatly posted on the wall, and several people were sitting on the family chairs below, but no one was really settled in.

Liang Shumin's wife leaned against the chair at the very edge.

She had an old cloth bag on her lap and was clutching her phone in her hand.

The phone screen was lit up with a red low battery warning, the charging cable was wrapped around the bag strap, but the plug wasn't inserted into the wall socket.

She saw the vascular surgeon on duty and stood up first.

"Doctor, is it all done?"

The vascular surgery on-call doctor did not immediately answer "yes".

He tucked the tracking form under the patient information board and first looked at the nurse at the entrance of the intensive care unit.

The nurse handed over a freshly printed bedside handover summary.

The paper still carries the warmth of the machine.

The first few lines are short.

With tubing.

The vasopressor was not discontinued.

Continue to correct blood clotting.

The urine output is low; continue to observe.

The vascular surgery doctor on duty flipped the paper over and used the back as a pad to write.

"Liang Shumin's family, listen carefully."

Liang Shumin's wife pressed her phone against her chest.

"My son wants to hear it too."

"Call him."

Zhou Min has already given up the wall socket.

"Please plug in your phone first, so it doesn't disconnect later."

The phone vibrated when the plug was inserted.

Liang Shumin's wife's hand trembled, and she almost pulled the thread off.

Lin Ye stood half a step away, the registration book tucked under his arm, and did not move forward.

The phone rang six times before being answered.

A man's voice came through the speaker, accompanied by the sound of wind.

"Mom, what did the doctor say? Wasn't the surgery over?"

The vascular surgery doctor on duty kept his voice very steady.

"The rupture has been treated; that was the most urgent step. But we can't say your father is safe yet. He's still in the intensive care unit, on tubes, on medication to raise his blood pressure, and we need to continue monitoring his blood clotting and urine output."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"So he's still not awake?"

"The key issue now isn't whether he's awake or not, but that he's still being kept alive by machines and medication."

A nurse from the intensive care unit stood nearby and handed over another patient information sheet.

"The family just asked if they could come back tomorrow morning to hear what the doctor has to say."

Liang Shumin's wife hurriedly waved her hand.

"It's not that I'm not listening. I just have medicine and clothes at home. I was thinking that after the surgery, I'd go back and get them before coming back."

The vascular surgeon on duty looked at her.

"You can go back to get your things, but the hospital phone can't be left unanswered."

Zhou Min flipped the tracking form to the contact person section.

"Designate one primary contact person and one backup contact person. When the doctor calls, someone must answer. After the call, the rest of the family members should relay the message themselves. Don't ask each person individually; otherwise, everyone will hear different things."

The man on the other end of the phone immediately became anxious.

"Write about me. I am the son."

Liang Shumin's wife looked up.

Do you answer the phone while you're at work?

There was a slight pause on the phone.

"Sometimes we have meetings."

Zhou Min didn't veil the question in his mind.

"If I can't receive your message during the meeting, I can't just write about you."

Liang Shumin's wife's lips moved slightly.

"Then write about me?"

The ICU nurse looked at the phone in her hand.

"Make sure your phone has enough battery, and answer calls from the hospital. Also, answer calls from unknown numbers. The doctor says the patient's condition is changing and won't wait for a discussion in the family group chat."

Liang Shumin's wife looked down at her phone.

The battery indicator in the upper right corner of the screen changed from red to one bar.

She pressed the charging cable into the socket again.

"Write about me. Then write about him."

Liu Zhenhua had already opened the tracking form on the tablet.

"Primary contact person: Wife. Backup contact person: Son. The interpretation of the condition shall be based on the information provided by the Intensive Care Unit and Vascular Surgery Department. The Emergency Department will only retain the time points of emergency admission, resuscitation, and transfer to surgery."

He paused here and looked at the forest.

"Time point".

Lin Ye opened the register.

"Arrived at the emergency room at 10:41 PM, blood pressure 76.44. Bedside ultrasound at 10:49 PM showed significant dilation of the abdominal aorta with surrounding hypoechoic areas. Went into the operating room at 11:26 PM. Day shift record at 6:52 PM: transferred to the intensive care unit, with tubes in place, vasopressors still in place, coagulation correction continued."

After he finished speaking, he closed the register.

Liang Shumin's wife looked at him, as if she wanted to ask something.

Qin Hai's words, "Don't mention the prognosis," echoed in Lin Ye's ears.

He ignored her gaze and simply handed the registration book to Liu Zhenhua.

The on-call vascular surgeon took over the call.

"These records are from before and after the emergency room and surgery. We hear daily updates on the patient's condition from the intensive care and vascular surgery departments. We also record who answers the phone and who writes down what is said."

The son's voice on the other end of the phone lowered.

"Doctor, will my dad still be bleeding?"

The vascular surgery doctor on duty did not hide.

"There are risks. There are also risks related to blood clotting, blood pressure, kidneys, and infection. We will keep an eye on it, but we can't guarantee that everything will be fine."

Liang Shumin's wife suddenly gripped the cloth bag strap tightly.

She pulled the old zipper of the cloth bag open half an inch, then it got stuck again.

Zhou Min handed over the pen.

"Please sign this first. It's not a surgical consent form. It's to confirm the primary contact person and the backup contact person."

Liang Shumin's wife took the pen.

The pen tip traced a line outside the name field.

She quickly moved back.

The signature fell crookedly into the grid.

The son on the other end of the phone asked, "Should I still come over?"

The ICU nurse's gaze swept over the call light lit up in the access control system.

"Try to keep someone at home near the hospital. When the doctor wants to discuss your condition, don't just rely on the phone. If you receive a call from the hospital in the middle of the night, come as instructed."

The vascular surgery doctor on duty added a comment.

"Also, family members shouldn't say things like 'everything will be fine after the surgery.' You can say, 'The most urgent surgery has been done, but the person is still in the ICU fighting for the next critical condition.'"

The wind on the other end of the phone subsided a little.

"I see."

Zhou Min asked him to repeat it.

The man paused for two seconds.

"My dad is still in critical condition. My mom should be the primary contact person, and I should be the backup. He must answer the doctor's calls. We need to consult with the ICU and vascular surgery departments about his condition. The ER only covers the time spent in the initial resuscitation."

Zhou Min then retrieved the tracking form.

"Can."

Liu Zhenhua entered "Confirmed primary contact person and backup contact person" into the remarks column.

On the tablet screen, Liang Shumin's line no longer only reads "Son's phone number is synced".

Lin Ye stood at the entrance of the intensive care unit, and the blue text box at the edge of his vision jumped slightly.

[Risk Monitoring: The contact chain is partially closed.]

[Remaining gap: Second notification of critical illness conditions.]

He looked away from the text box.

Inside the access control system, an ICU nurse jogged out, carrying a new bedside record.

She didn't look at Lin Ye, but went straight to the vascular surgery doctor on duty.

"Liang Shumin's family, don't leave."

Liang Shumin's wife had just slung the cloth bag over her shoulder when she stopped halfway through.

The nurse handed the paper over.

"I just started taking my blood pressure medication, but my urine output is still low. The doctor inside wants to talk to me again."

The call was still on speakerphone.

The son on the other end of the line changed his tone upon hearing this.

"Mom, don't go back yet."

Liang Shumin's wife stands at the entrance of the intensive care unit.

The charging cable was still dangling against the wall.

She looked at the closed door, and the cloth bag in her hand slowly slid back onto the chair.

I haven't had a chance to save the contact information I just filled out on the tracking form a second time.