This voice made all the doctors and nurses turn their heads, but only for a mont, before they resud their work.
"Mu Han, your attending physician was just looking for you. Hurry and start the cardiac surgery; don’t delay here. Your situation is also risky, and this surgery is very important." A doctor who had perford surgery on a drunkard said quickly while putting on sterile gloves.
He didn’t look at the drunkard while saying this, but was staring at Qing Yi on the operating table, who was in a critical condition.
Ignoring the nurse’s advice, the drunkard staggered forward.
He dared not look at Qing Yi, covered in blood, but his eyes couldn’t help it.
The glaring redness almost burned his eyes.
"...How is he doing?" the drunkard asked weakly, his voice trembling.
He could see Qing Yi’s condition, but the doctor who had examined him knew better.
"Very serious, multiple internal bleeding, the worst is the brain. He needs imdiate rescue."
"How confident are you?"
The doctor, who had just put on his mask, glanced at the drunkard, then took it off again.
Seeing the pale, breath-laboring drunkard, the doctor thought for a few seconds, and finally spoke without much confidence:
"We’ll do our best."
Do our best?
The doctor’s words undoubtedly delivered a heavy blow to the drunkard.
He looked at Qing Yi on the operating table, with a terrible condition, his mind a complete haze, and he felt an explosion of pain and suffering.
The doctor’s urging sounded like a buzzing in his ears, and he couldn’t hear a single word clearly.
The drunkard opened his bloodless lips, saying, "...I’ll do it."
"What?"
The doctor didn’t understand what he said.
"I’m also a doctor; I am eighty percent confident."
If it were before his illness, he would have been completely confident.
But now, his physical condition is potentially far worse than Qing Yi’s, and the person needing rescue is Qing Yi, so he has to overco this psychological hurdle.
The doctor was stunned.
"What?"
He’s a doctor?
Eighty percent confident?
The doctor has known the drunkard for two months now but never knew he was a doctor.
This made the doctor subconsciously start to examine the drunkard, clearly knowing the person before him yet still examining him like a stranger.
Not only this doctor, but other doctors and nurses also looked at the drunkard.
"I’m eighty percent confident; I’ll do it." The drunkard repeated, this ti his tone was evidently more determined than before.
The doctor, realizing the situation, instantly showed displeasure.
Drunkard’s refusal to leave and causing delays in the rescue annoyed the doctor, although knowing he’s concerned about Qing Yi, context matters; now hearing the drunkard distrusting them and speaking recklessly, he beca even angrier.
"His condition is very bad, requires imdiate surgery, quickly leave and don’t cause more trouble here."
The drunkard grabbed the doctor by the collar, his face pale and vicious, his bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent.
"If he dies, none of you will live either."
He roared.
All the doctors and nurses were frightened by the drunkard’s sudden rage.
Especially those who knew the drunkard.
Since being hospitalized, the drunkard has always been quiet, although his personality is aloof and indifferent, he’s never lost his temper; overall, a very easy-going and gentle person, they didn’t expect him to be this terrifying when angry.
The doctor, coming to his senses, continued with a cold face: "This is a matter of life and death; I won’t allow you to ss around. I’m the doctor, please leave imdiately..."
"Mu Tianyao is my ntor, isn’t that enough?!" The drunkard gritted his teeth, almost losing patience, ready to throw the doctor out of the rescue room.
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