Overpowered Resident Doctor-Chapter 105: How to Write the Word ’Death

The girl with the braids was lodged against a flowering tree on the right side of the road. A long, thin branch had pierced straight through her neck.

The sight stunned the three boys and one girl who had been fighting alongside her.

They stood frozen, panicked and unsure of what to do.

In the pale glow of the streetlight, they could clearly see the three or four centimeters of the branch that protruded from her neck, dyed crimson with blood.

A trickle of blood flowed slowly from the wound, starkly visible against the girl’s fair skin.

"I’m a doctor from the Affiliated Hospital! If you don’t want to die, don’t move!"

Yan Feifan, the only person at the scene who remained calm, strode over to the girl and gave her a stern warning.

Her face deathly pale, the girl didn’t dare to move.

She was too afraid to speak, so she just blinked rapidly, her pleading, terrified expression showing that she understood.

With each blink, large tears spilled uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

Yan Feifan quickly examined the wound and checked the girl’s basic vital signs, like her heartbeat and breathing.

After warning the girl once more not to move under any circumstances, he took out his phone and dialed 119 for the fire department.

"119, there’s been an emergency accident at Zuimo Court District, on the road west of buildings 21 and 22."

"A young woman’s neck has been pierced from left to right by a branch about 0.3 centimeters in diameter."

"We need immediate assistance."

"You’ll need cutters that won’t cause any vibrations to sever the branch..."

After making a professional, concise, and clear call to 119, Yan Feifan followed up with calls to 120 for an ambulance and 110 for the police.

After putting his phone away, he opened his arms and pulled his sister, who was standing nearby with a rigid posture and a frozen expression, into an embrace.

"Feifan, I saw she was about to stomp on your hand. You’re a surgeon; you can’t injure your hands..."

"I panicked... I just... I just..."

Yan Feifan could clearly feel his sister’s body trembling uncontrollably in his arms.

In that moment, he understood for the first time.

His fearless sister, who had always been his shield from the storms of life, could also have moments of such fragility and terror.

"It’s okay, Sis. Don’t be afraid."

"She didn’t injure any major arteries or veins. Her breathing is normal, and no organs were damaged."

"She has feeling in her limbs, which means her cervical spine wasn’t injured either."

"It’s just a flesh wound, a piercing injury."

"At most, it will be classified as a second-degree minor injury!"

Yan Feifan hugged his sister a little tighter and continued to reassure her. "Sis, you don’t have to be afraid. I’m here. You don’t have to be afraid of anything..."

"Feifan, is she really not going to die?"

Yan Feifan looked down at his sister’s tear-filled eyes and said firmly, "Sis, she won’t die. I promise."

Yan Ziruo buried her face in Yan Feifan’s chest and suddenly began to sob.

"Feifan, I’m scared... I’m so scared..."

Just then, as Yan Ziruo was crying softly, she felt a weight against her and realized Yanyan and Tian Yu had come over and were hugging her tightly.

She could also hear sirens approaching, growing louder as they drew near...

A police car was the first to arrive, along with the district’s property management staff, followed by a fire truck, and finally, an ambulance.

A firefighter in his thirties assessed the scene, then had two younger firefighters work together to secure the girl’s body, one on each side.

Then, holding a large pair of hydraulic cutters, he positioned himself behind and to the side of the girl and slowly, steadily severed the branch.

The paramedics waiting nearby immediately took charge of the freed girl.

They fitted her with a temporary neck brace to immobilize her head and neck, quickly checked for other injuries, and finding none, lifted her onto a stretcher, loaded her into the ambulance, and drove off...

The police briefly questioned Yan Feifan and the others about what happened. Seeing that Yan Ziruo and the other teens were bruised and swollen, and that Yan Feifan was covered in dirt...

...the officer waved his hand and had them all taken to the nearby Affiliated Hospital for check-ups.

Yan Feifan waited anxiously in the emergency room lobby for over half an hour. When he finally saw Wan Yuming, the director of the emergency department, emerge from a treatment room, he rushed over.

"Teacher, how’s the girl?"

Wan Yuming clicked his tongue. "That was a close one. It was a hair’s breadth away. The branch passed right alongside her carotid artery."

"Otherwise, the consequences..."

He noticed several adhesive bandages on the back of Yan Feifan’s right hand and asked with concern, "Xiaoyan, your hand?"

"It’s nothing, just a scrape!"

Yan Feifan held up his right hand to explain, then pressed, "Teacher, is the girl going to be okay?"

Wan Yuming nodded. "It looked terrifying, but the branch miraculously missed the carotid artery, jugular vein, trachea, larynx, and cervical spine—all the vital spots."

"Once we removed the branch, it was just a simple penetrating flesh wound."

He then asked curiously, "You all came in as a big, rowdy group, and the police were here too."

"Xiaoyan, what exactly happened?"

Feeling a bit more at ease, Yan Feifan sighed and briefly recounted what had happened.

He then asked, "Teacher, you’re very experienced. What level of injury would this be classified as?"

Anger flashed across Wan Yuming’s face. He scoffed, "These brats nowadays are getting more and more out of hand. They’re completely lawless."

"Xiaoyan, don’t you worry. Her injury is minor. At the absolute most, it’ll be classified as a second-degree minor injury."

Just then, Yan Feifan noticed Wang Chuan rushing into the emergency room lobby and quickly went to meet him.

"Director, Yanyan and the others are on the second floor!"

Wang Chuan looked Yan Feifan up and down. Noticing the numerous bandages on his right hand, he pulled it over for a closer look.

"It’s just a scrape..."

Yan Feifan only got half a sentence out before Wang Chuan peeled the bandages off the back of his hand to inspect the wound, so he fell silent.

After inspecting each scrape, Wang Chuan let go of Yan Feifan’s hand and said viciously, "It’s a good thing your hand isn’t seriously hurt. Otherwise, I’d make her understand the true meaning of regret."

"Feifan, take me to Yanyan."

Yan Feifan led Wang Chuan to Qin Ying’s medical research office on the second floor, where they found Yan Ziruo, Yanyan, and Tian Yu, who was holding her little dog, Helen.

By now, Yan Ziruo had calmed down considerably. When she saw Wang Chuan push the door open, she scrambled to her feet and said apologetically, "Director, it’s all my fault..."

Wang Chuan waved his hand dismissively. "Ruoruo, you’re not to blame for this. Mr. Yen from property management already sent me the surveillance footage."

"They started the whole thing. You did nothing wrong."

He then turned to Yanyan and asked worriedly, "Yanyan, are you..."

Yanyan shook her head slightly, her voice hoarse and raspy. "Dad, I’m not that fragile. I’m fine."

"It’s just Ruoruo... and that girl..."

Yan Feifan picked up the thread. "Mr. Wan from the ER has already treated her. None of her blood vessels, trachea, larynx, or cervical spine were injured."

"Mr. Wan said it’s just a simple flesh wound."

He added, "The official injury assessment will most likely classify it as a minor injury."

"Even if it’s classified as a serious injury, we have nothing to fear!"

Wang Chuan scoffed. "Your sister pushed her in a state of duress. The outcome was an accident."

"Besides, the other party started the whole thing."

He continued, "I’ve booked two rooms at the Jinxiu Grand Hotel. Let’s go. We’ll rest there for the night."

Yan Feifan saw his sister and Xiaoyu look to him. He said, "We’ve all given our statements. The police said we can go."

"Let’s go to the hotel and get some rest. We can deal with everything else tomorrow..."

Just as they got downstairs to the emergency room lobby, a furious, arrogant voice rang out.

"Where’s my daughter? And my son?"

"Goddammit! So what if my kid hurt someone? I can afford to pay a million, even ten million!"

"But if anyone dares to hurt my kids, I’ll show them what it means to die!"

Hearing this, Wang Chuan’s face darkened, and he strode toward the shouting man.

The man was in his forties or fifties with a pot belly and a crew cut, standing about one-point-seven meters tall.

When Wang Chuan was still four or five meters away, he was hit by the strong stench of alcohol.

He closed another two or three meters, then suddenly lashed out with a kick, planting his foot squarely in the man’s large gut and sending him sprawling to the floor.

"Go on. Why don’t you teach me what it means to die?"