Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The ward door creaked open.

The doctor in the white coat had just come out and hadn't even had time to completely remove his mask when Dazhuang stepped in front of him.

"doctor!"

"How is he?!"

The doctor had clearly been standing for a long time; his eyes were bloodshot. He pulled his mask down, took a breath, and said in a low voice, "His life is temporarily saved."

Just as the people at the door were about to relax a little after hearing this, the doctor cut them off with the next sentence: "But the situation with the arm is very bad."

Da Zhuang's face immediately changed, and he couldn't hold back his voice any longer: "What do you mean the situation is bad?!"

"He's only in his early twenties!"

"He's not married yet!"

"How can you say this arm is bad just like that?!"

Liang Tiejun also took a step forward, his face grim, but his voice was more steady than Dazhuang's: "Doctor."

"Old Xu got into trouble because of our factory."

"If your hospital is short of any medicine or supplies, just let us know."

"We have to find a way to save his arm no matter what."

After listening, the doctor looked up at them, his face showing a mixture of weariness and suppressed anger: "Do you think we don't want to save him?"

"When the person was brought in, they were in such a state of blood loss, didn't you see it yourselves?"

"The bullet went deep, and the wound was left untreated for a long time, so the internal tissues were severely damaged."

Upon hearing this, Dazhuang's eyes reddened: "Then use the medicine!"

"Aren't you doctors?!"

"Give him all the best medicine!"

"We'll pay whatever it costs!"

Liang Tiejun quickly added, "Yes, just tell me about the medicine, surgery, and how to handle the aftermath."

"The factory will try to find a solution."

"A person cannot be useless."

The doctor raised his hand to press his temples, his voice becoming serious: "Money isn't the biggest problem right now."

"The problem is that the injury is too severe, and there has been too much blood loss. We still need to see how much infection, necrosis, nerves, and tendons are damaged."

"All I can tell you right now is that we will do our best to protect them."

"But I can assure you right now, I guarantee this arm will stay alive—"

He paused, looked at the people at the door, and shook his head: "I dare not say that."

The entrance fell silent.

Dazhuang's chest heaved violently, and his teeth were clenched, as if he was about to lose control at any moment.

Liang Tiejun stood there, his face also looking extremely grim.

Just then, a deep voice came from behind: "What if there's a better medicine?"

Several people turned around at the same time.

Zhao Shanhe followed Jianmin quickly over, his face still bearing the chill of the journey, but his eyes were extremely deep.

The doctor frowned, as if he hadn't heard clearly, or perhaps he found the words abrupt, and looked up at him: "And you, comrade, are—"

Liang Tiejun then came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Shanhe, you're back."

Zhao Shanhe nodded without saying anything more.

Da Zhuang's eyes immediately reddened, and his voice became hoarse: "Brother Shanhe..."

Zhao Shanhe reached out and patted him on the shoulder. The force was light but steady, as if to suppress the anger that was about to explode within him.

Then he looked up at the doctor again, his voice low: "I mean, what if there's a better medicine?"

Upon hearing this, the doctor frowned even more deeply, and his tone became serious: "As I just said, this is not just a matter of medicine."

"When the person was brought in, they had lost too much blood, the wounds were deep, and the bullet had also damaged a nerve."

Whether this arm can be saved or not cannot be determined by just one injection.

"We can only do our best."

Zhao Shanhe stared at him, unwavering, his voice still steady: "What if there were imported drugs?"

The doctor was clearly taken aback when he said that.

He looked up at Zhao Shanhe again, as if he had finally understood what Zhao Shanhe was asking.

The entrance fell silent immediately.

Dazhuang and Liang Tiejun didn't interrupt, they just stared at the doctor.

After a couple of breaths, the doctor pulled his mask down a little and lowered his voice: "You mean a stronger anti-infective drug?"

Zhao Shanhe nodded.

"right."

The doctor paused for a moment before saying, "If there really were a stronger medicine than what we have now, it certainly wouldn't be completely useless."

"At least we can be more confident in suppressing infection and necrosis."

"But I still stand by what I said—"

"He has more than one problem."

"Blood loss, nerve damage, wound depth, and subsequent recovery—none of these are minor issues."

"So I can't tell you that with the medicine, this arm can definitely be saved."

After listening, Zhao Shanhe's eyes gradually darkened.

That means...

"If there's a better medicine, at least there's still a chance to pull it back."

The doctor looked at him, paused for two breaths, and finally nodded.

"have."

"But I can't give you a definite answer on how likely it is."

"At a time like this, every little bit helps."

He frowned again as he said this, his voice becoming deep:

"The problem is, even if we really wanted better medicine, we don't have the channels to get it right now."

"Everything that the city can use and that should be installed has already been installed."

"Even if you asked me to find a harder imported drug right now, I couldn't conjure it up."

The entrance fell silent.

Liang Tiejun and Dazhuang stared at Zhao Shanhe, not daring to even breathe.

Zhao Shanhe didn't speak immediately, but just looked at the doctor.

After a couple of breaths, he spoke in a low voice:

"What medicine do you need?"

"The best."

Give me the list.

The doctor was taken aback:

"What did you say?"

Zhao Shanhe's voice wasn't loud, but it didn't waver at all:

"I said, write down the name of the medicine for me."

"The best, the ones that can be used, the ones that can suppress infection and necrosis, the ones that offer the best chance of success—"

"Write them all to me."

"I'll figure out the rest myself."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the people at the door changed.

Da Zhuang's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had suddenly grasped a breath of fresh air.

Liang Tiejun also stared at Zhao Shanhe, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he wanted to say something, but he held back.

The doctor looked at Zhao Shanhe, clearly still somewhat bewildered:

Do you even know what you're saying?

"This kind of thing can't be obtained just by saying you'll find a way."

Zhao Shanhe looked at him, his voice still steady:

Whether I can get it or not is my business.

"All you have to do now is write down the name of the medicine for me."

"Write down anything else that can save his arm."

"Don't worry about whether it's difficult or not."

"Just keep writing."

The entrance fell silent.

The doctor stared at Zhao Shanhe for a couple of moments, as if to confirm that he wasn't acting on impulse or just putting on a brave face.

After a long pause, the doctor finally muttered under his breath, "You bunch of people..."

Before he could finish speaking, he turned and waved towards the nurses' station next to him: "Xiao Liu, bring me paper and pen."

The nurse, who had been listening nearby, quickly turned around to get it upon hearing this.

A short while later, paper and pen were handed to the doctor.

Without saying another word, he simply pushed the medical record against the wall and began writing furiously.

The pen tip scratched across the paper, making a soft, scratching sound.

The corridor was eerily quiet.

The group stared intently at the piece of paper, not daring to blink even once.

As the doctor wrote, he spoke in a deep voice, "These are for treating infections."

"If we could get our hands on these two, they would be far superior to what we have now."

"And this, if we can really suppress the infection later, we'll have a better chance of recovery."

He paused for a moment, then added two more items: "This and this, you don't necessarily have to have both."

"If we can get our hands on it, the sooner the better."

"Don't delay until tomorrow morning at the latest."

When Dazhuang heard the words "tomorrow morning," his face turned even paler.

Liang Tiejun stood there, his palms sweating.

Zhao Shanhe remained silent, staring intently at the paper, his gaze heavy as if pressed with iron.

Only after the doctor finished writing the last word did he tear off the paper and hand it to Zhao Shanhe.

"But I still stand by what I said."

"Even if we manage to get these drugs, there's no guarantee he'll save his arm."

Zhao Shanhe nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He folded the paper in half and stuffed it directly into the inner pocket of his cotton-padded jacket.

Then he turned to Dazhuang and said, "Dazhuang, you stay here and keep watch."

"Old Xu, it's time to say goodbye." Da Zhuang's eyes were still red, but he nodded vigorously: "Okay."

"I'll keep watch from here."

Zhao Shanhe then turned his gaze to Liang Tiejun.

Liang Tiejun was also looking at him, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he asked in a low voice, "Shanhe."

"where did you go?"

Zhao Shanhe stood there, silent for a moment, before speaking softly, "I'll go think of a way."

"We have to give it a try."

"Old Xu can't just be useless like this."

Liang Tiejun's expression slowly darkened.

He stared at Zhao Shanhe for a couple of moments, then finally nodded: "Okay."

"Dazhuang and I will guard this side for now."

"I'll make a few calls to my old comrades later to see if I can get some medicine from somewhere else."

"If you receive any news, please reply as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shanhe paused for a moment.

He turned around, glanced at Liang Tiejun, and said softly, "Thanks."

Liang Tiejun waved his hand: "Let's not talk about that."

"Saving Old Xu's arm is the most important thing."

Zhao Shanhe grunted in response. Without saying anything more, he turned and walked out of the building. A gust of wind blew in from outside, causing the hem of his cotton-padded coat to sway.