"Needle with thread for the pericardium traction."

Qin Feng extended his hand, and the instrument nurse beside him placed the forceps in his palm.

Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively pierced the needle through one end of the damaged blood vessel, pulled it through, pierced again, and tied a knot.

His movements were so fast that the people beside him saw only an afterimage, with one stitch following another without any pause.

Each needle entry was incredibly precise, without any deviation.

"Increase the blood transfusion."

Qin Feng said softly.

A minute and a half later, the damaged blood vessel was fully sutured, and the blood transfusion was accelerated to improve the patient’s blood pressure and oxygen saturation.

One of the most difficult areas was resolved!

It’s time to suspend the pericardium!

Once completed, he began cleaning the coagulated hemorrhagic spots near the pericardium, which, if not properly cleared, could become fatal hazards in the future.

"Electrosurgery."

After completing the cleanup, the bleeding had significantly reduced, and all bleeding spots were exposed.

Qin Feng started coagulating the bleeding points with electrocautery to stop the bleeding.

"Scalpel."

Afterward, Qin Feng took the scalpel and made an incision in the cardiac membrane, revealing a dark red wound about one centimeter long.

This was the entry point of the iron hook, and the blood had reached a semi-coagulated state.

Cleanup, suture!

"3-0 needle with thread."

To save time, Qin Feng didn’t dare delay for even a second.

The recent blood loss had already affected the patient’s blood pressure, and if the surgery wasn’t concluded quickly, the longer it took, the more dangerous it would become.

With a light flick of the wrist, the curved needle was precisely inserted at the edge of the pericardial wound, pulled through and inserted on the other side, tied in a knot.

After completing the sutures on all the wounds, a light tug with the pinky finger made the wound quickly close up.

minute...

minutes...

minutes...

Director Lu and the two young doctors beside him were completely stunned.

Such speed and precision were simply unheard of!

Even the instrument nurse and circulatory nurse were utterly astonished.

Especially Director Lu, who couldn’t help but glance up at the rapidly suturing Qin Feng, his mind blank.

With over twenty years in medicine, he had significant experience in cardiac surgery.

Though aware that his skills were average, being a director implied they weren’t too bad either.

But seeing Qin Feng’s suturing skills now, it was truly a bit hard to accept.

Most crucially, he had seen Qin Feng’s face!

25?

Certainly not yet 30 years old.

At such a young age, was there anything more advanced than this in the whole of Jiuzhou Country?

He certainly hadn’t seen it!

"So fast~"

A doctor beside couldn’t help but quietly remark.

Another nodded in agreement, inwardly exclaiming in awe.

"Cut the thread."

Clang~

"4-0 needle with thread."

Once the suspension was removed, the pericardium suturing was completed.

Close the chest.

Surgery complete!

Clang~

The needle holder dropped into the tray, and Qin Feng let out a long breath.

"Whew~"

minutes.

Not bad!

The patient’s blood pressure, oxygen saturation, and other indicators returned to safe levels.

"Alright, Director Lu, the surgery is over."

Qin Feng smiled at the man beside him, speaking with ease.

"Thank you!"

Director Lu said with a complicated look,

"Are you from... our hospital?"

"Oh, I’m not. I’m part of the Peking Union Medical College Hospital’s medical aid team, haha~"

Hearing this, Qin Feng quickly explained.

Upon hearing this, the group suddenly realized.

No wonder, from Beijing Peking Union Medical College Hospital!

No wonder he’s so brilliant!

Incredibly amazing!

.....

After completing the surgery, Qin Feng returned to the emergency department.

The surgery team had mostly rested and continued with a few more surgeries in the morning and completed four more in the afternoon.

The fifth day of support ended amidst the busy work.

After dinner, at Yuan Bin’s urging, Qin Feng returned to the hotel dormitory to rest.

"Hello, Yan’Er."

"Where have you been these days? I couldn’t reach you!"

As soon as the call connected, an angry voice came through, followed by sobbing,

"Do you even know how worried we’ve all been these days? Did you go to the disaster area?"

"I’m sorry, there was no signal earlier, and my phone was dead yesterday. I’ve been busy all along."

Hearing the crying, Qin Feng’s heart ached immediately,

"I am indeed at the disaster area, but everything’s fine, I’ve just been doing surgeries."

"Don’t lie to me, I saw the news. Your emergency department deputy director has passed away."

Over the phone, Liu Yan’Er’s ceaseless sobbing seemed to vent the worry from the past few days.

She had barely slept over these days, pacing around her phone as she suspected they were busy with disaster relief, afraid of missing a call from Qin Feng.

Until this very moment, her hanging heart finally rested, and the tension turned into uncontrollable tears.

"Don’t cry, I’m fine, really. I’ll be back in Beijing soon."

After comforting Yan’Er for a while, her crying gradually subsided over the phone.

"Be careful, don’t get too tired."

"Don’t worry, when have I ever gotten tired? Hehehehe!"

"You’re never serious!"

In the call, Liu Yan’Er complained playfully and then softened,

"Call me again when you get back to Beijing to let me know you’re safe, okay?"

"Understood."

Qin Feng readily agreed.

"Alright, I won’t disturb your rest anymore."

Saying this, the call ended.

With a smile on his lips, Qin Feng knew this silly girl must have been terribly worried.

After a shower, lying in bed was genuinely comfortable.

He hadn’t been in bed for four or five days; although his physical and mental state was fine, still able to hold out for two more days, who wouldn’t want to lie down?

Early the next morning,

Qin Feng just got out of bed when he received a call from Deputy Dean Yuan Bin.

Today afternoon, they could all return to Beijing, as the local medical personnel and resources were fully sufficient, and so many people weren’t needed here anymore.

The first and second batches of medical aid staff could now take a break and return to the hospital.

Upon receiving this news, everyone was delighted.

Yet, everyone also understood that a more important and saddening task was upcoming.

Director Gao Sheng’s body would be transported back to Beijing, where people were waiting.

"Qin Feng, you’ve been working hard these days."

In the hospital, Yuan Bin completed the final handover and patted Qin Feng’s shoulder.

"It’s nothing, just as it should be."

Qin Feng shook his head, finding it not terribly challenging for him.

"Regarding Gao Sheng, the hospital has had discussions and has made proper arrangements for his family."

As they walked, Yuan Bin continued,

"Additionally, Gao Sheng was the deputy director of the emergency department. With his unexpected passing, the deputy director position is now vacant.

Originally, Old Meng and I intended for you to take up the position of the second deputy director of the intensive care unit once you completed your master’s stage next year.

However, after some private discussions with a few hospital members, it was deemed inappropriate.

Firstly, your age and tenure at Peking Union are too short to earn respect.

This respect isn’t merely within the intensive care unit but spans the entire Peking Union Medical College Hospital and the hospital committee, understand?"

At this point, he looked at Qin Feng, somewhat helpless.

"Dean Yuan, this is too fast."

Hearing this, Qin Feng was equally shocked.

He had only been at Peking Union for over half a year, and now they wanted to promote him to a second deputy director position in the department.

Even disregarding how others might not accept it, he himself couldn’t; it was way too fast!

"Hahaha~"

At this, Yuan Bin chuckled,

"Do you know how old Director Meng is?"

"Uh, no idea."

Qin Feng shook his head.

"He’s set to retire in two years."

Yuan Bin sighed,

"Although both Old Meng and I were part of the first batch specializing in intensive care in the country, Old Meng’s prowess in medical skills surpasses mine, whereas I’ve leaned more towards academics, leading me down the administrative path.

Partly, it was to hand over intensive care medicine to him, and also to better pursue my academic endeavors.

But now, Old Meng doesn’t have much time left in this position, and despite grooming numerous students with commendable medical skills, none are suited to helm the country’s top department.

Currently, the vice director of intensive care medicine, Sun Weihong, is Old Meng’s prized disciple, groomed for succession.

However, both Old Meng and I are not entirely satisfied, though we have no choice. He can keep things stable for a few more years, but the proficiency would hardly improve significantly."

"So what do you mean....."

Hearing this, Qin Feng curiously inquired.

Yuan Bin stopped walking, turned around, and gazed at him.

"I’ve discussed it with Old Meng; we intend for you to temporarily leave intensive care medicine for a while!"