Film and Television Time Travel: Why Do I Always End Up in Romance Dramas?

Chapter 53: Hospital

After the ambulance left, the noise at the ski resort was not significantly affected.

Jiang Rui clutched the unopened can of hot drink, his fingertips pressed against the cold can, looking at the still bustling ski slope, and muttered, "I really didn't expect something like this to happen. The way that girl fell just now was heartbreaking to watch."

His uncle patted him on the shoulder, his tone filled with relief and solemnity: "Accidents can happen anytime, but luckily Lin Yusen knows medicine and performed professional first aid immediately. If it were someone else, I really don't know what they would have done."

Shen Shu pulled Jiang Rui aside, her face still filled with lingering fear, and repeatedly warned him: "This ski resort is crowded and fast-paced, so the risks are already high. That girl's accident is a reminder that you have to be extra careful when skiing in the future, and don't rush headlong into things."

"Okay, Mom!" Jiang Rui pouted. Although he thought he was good at the job, he was still intimidated by the scene just now and didn't argue anymore.

Yu Chen checked his phone. More than half an hour had passed since Lin Yusen was taken to the hospital. Judging from the time, they should have made a preliminary assessment of his injuries by now.

He turned to look at Nie Xiguang, whose brows were slightly furrowed, and said softly, "The hospital should have finished the preliminary examination by now. Let's go take a look. Maybe we can help President Lin pass on a message or run an errand."

Nie Xiguang nodded immediately and quickly explained to Jiang Yun and his uncle Shen Shu.

Jiang Yun said proactively, "Go ahead, be careful on the road, and say hello for us. We're taking Jiang Rui back to the villa to prepare dinner. We've already bought all the groceries, and we'll wait for you to come back so we can eat together."

Jiang Ping chimed in, and Shen Shu slipped a hand warmer into Nie Xiguang's hand: "It's cold outside, hold this to warm your hands."

The two agreed immediately, packed their belongings, and hurriedly hailed a taxi to head straight to the hospital.

The car drove along the snow-covered road, the snow-capped mountains rushing past the window. Nie Xiguang held a hand warmer, his fingertips still cold: "I hope Chris is alright. The head injury always makes me uneasy."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin was a top neurosurgeon back then and has the most experience in treating head trauma. Plus, the hospital has professional equipment, so there won't be any problems."

Yu Chen reached out and placed his hand on the back of her hand. The warmth of his palm came through the hand warmer, soothing her anxiety.

Upon arriving at the hospital's emergency building, the smell of disinfectant hit me, and the entrance to the neurosurgery clinic was crowded with medical staff, creating a somber atmosphere.

The two approached quietly and soon heard Lin Yusen's calm voice coming from the examination room: "The CT scan shows an epidural hematoma in the right frontotemporal region, with a bleeding volume of approximately 30ml. There is slight midline shift, and the risk of brain herniation is extremely high. Emergency surgery must be performed within two hours to remove the hematoma, otherwise, it will compress the brainstem and endanger your life!"

The examination room door opened, and the attending physician walked out with a grave expression: "Mr. Lin, the surgeon is currently on a consultation out of town and will be back in three hours at the earliest. The patient can't wait! Our team lacks experience in this type of complex surgery, and we really dare not proceed rashly!"

Lin Yusen followed him out of the clinic, his ski vest still stained with snow and a few drops of blood, but his eyes were sharp as knives, showing no sign of panic: "I'll give you guidance."

"Guidance?" The attending physician looked suspicious and wary. "We're not familiar with your professional qualifications and background. If we rashly follow your instructions to perform surgery and a medical accident occurs, we won't be able to explain ourselves!"

The surrounding medical staff echoed their sentiments, their eyes filled with hesitation.

This is a life-or-death brain surgery, and there is no room for carelessness.

Faced with the questions, Lin Yusen calmly swept his gaze across the crowd, his tone steady yet resolute: "I worked in the Department of Neurosurgery at Huashan Hospital for five years, specializing in the surgical treatment of craniocerebral trauma and cerebrovascular diseases. We performed nearly 100 such surgeries annually back then, and the incidence of postoperative complications was less than three times the industry average. You can contact Huashan Hospital immediately to verify the relevant cases and results."

The Department of Neurosurgery at Huashan Hospital is renowned throughout China, and those who can hold positions there are certainly not ordinary people.

The attending physician's expression changed slightly, still hesitant. Lin Yusen continued, "Every minute the patient is delayed, the risk of brain herniation increases. If you trust me, prepare for surgery immediately as I say, and I will guide you through every step. If you don't trust me, I can contact my old colleagues at Huashan Hospital for a remote consultation, but I can't guarantee whether we can make it in time."

The attending physician no longer hesitated, gritting his teeth and nodding: "Okay! We'll do as you say!"

Lin Yusen immediately got to work, issuing instructions to the nurses: "Notify the operating room to prepare the instruments for a standard large craniotomy for frontotemporal trauma; perform another enhanced CT scan preoperatively to confirm the hematoma extent; prepare 2000ml of blood, and accurately calculate the antibiotic dosage according to weight to prevent allergies; monitor vital signs, maintain stable blood pressure and heart rate, and complete preoperative preparations within half an hour!"

"Yes!" The nurse responded and quickly ran to the nurses' station. The other medical staff also acted quickly, and the originally chaotic scene instantly became orderly.

Nie Xiguang and Yu Chen stood at the end of the corridor, watching Lin Yusen's back. He was surrounded by an aura completely different from his usual aloof CEO demeanor. It was the calm and control he had gained from years of operating, and the instinct of a doctor ingrained in his bones.

"His identity as a doctor has never been a thing of the past for him. Now that he has finally returned to clinical practice, Mr. Lin has rediscovered his former self," Yu Chen remarked with emotion.

It must be said that although the personalities of each character in the novel may make one want to complain, their unique charm has never disappeared.

Soon, preoperative preparations were complete, and the patient was taken to the operating room, where the "operation in progress" red light illuminated. Lin Yusen changed into a sterile isolation gown, mask, and cap, revealing only his sharp eyes. Standing in front of the observation window, he provided guidance throughout the procedure via communication equipment: "The incision should extend from the hairline in front of the ear to the parietal tubercle, approximately 12cm in length, avoiding the main trunk of the superficial temporal artery. Incise the skin, subcutaneous tissue, and temporalis muscle layer by layer, being gentle..."

"Control the drilling speed at 2000 rpm, create a 6cm x 8cm bone window, and keep the edges smooth..." "Incise the dura mater in an arc shape, remove the hematoma from the periphery towards the center, gently aspirate with a suction device, and thoroughly stop the bleeding with electrocoagulation, taking care not to damage the dura mater and brain tissue..."

The two sat down on a bench in the corridor, their eyes fixed on the red light, their hearts filled with trepidation.

The corridor was so quiet that the only sound was the monitor.

The snow outside the window was falling heavier and heavier, pattering against the glass like goose feathers. The temperature in the corridor was getting lower and lower. Nie Xiguang leaned on Yu Chen's shoulder, and he reached out to put his arm around her shoulder to warm her with his body heat.

Jiang Yun sent a WeChat message to inquire, and Nie Xiguang replied that the surgery was still in progress and that the family did not need to wait. However, Jiang Yun insisted on keeping the food warm and waiting for them to come back.

After an unknown amount of time, the red "under surgery" light finally went out, and the green indicator light came on.

The two stood up at the same time and walked quickly to the operating room door, their hearts still pounding.

The operating room door slowly opened, and the attending physician stepped out first, a relieved smile on his face. He excitedly grasped Lin Yusen's hand: "Mr. Lin! Thank you so much! The surgery was a complete success! The hematoma has been completely cleared, the patient's vital signs are stable, and he is temporarily out of danger! Without your guidance, I can't even imagine the consequences!"

The surrounding medical staff gathered around to express their gratitude, their eyes filled with respect and admiration.

Lin Yusen took off his mask and hat, his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot, but he couldn't hide his relief: "No need to thank me, it's because your team cooperated well."

"Follow-up monitoring should focus on intracranial pressure, recorded hourly, to prevent cerebral edema and infection, and attention should be paid to electrolyte balance."

"Understood! We will take good care of her!" The attending physician nodded quickly and arranged for medical staff to send Chris to the intensive care unit.

"President Lin, thank you for your hard work!" Nie Xiguang and Yu Chen stepped forward and said sincerely.

Lin Yusen looked at them, the sharpness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a coldness, but with a hint of weariness: "She is out of danger for now, but needs to be observed in the intensive care unit for 24 hours. There are medical staff and I here. You must be tired after working all afternoon, so go back first. I will let you know if there is any change."

Yu Chen and Nie Xiguang exchanged a glance and could only nod and say goodbye.

As they stepped out of the hospital, a biting wind carrying heavy snow rushed towards them, and the two wrapped their coats tighter around themselves.

Nie Xiguang looked up at the lights in the emergency room building: "Do you think President Lin really wanted to go into surgery himself? There was a light in his eyes just now, something I've never seen before in the company."

"Of course he wants to. It's a desire etched into his bones, a long-held passion. Medicine is what he truly loves, and the operating table is his battlefield," Yu Chen remarked.

Unfortunately, Lin Yusen injured his hand.

But in the end, it was because of the name Nie Xiguang that she was hurt.

If the system...

He can produce medicine to treat hand injuries, and he can think of a way to help Lin Yusen solve this problem.

After all, he had stolen his wife.