Ren Chongda carefully listened to what the other person had to say. When he realized that the other person was trying to blame his students, he got angry and yelled,
“What did you say?”
Ren Chongda was furious because he couldn’t understand how someone else could criticize his students without providing any proof!
Xie Wanying and Yue Wentong were shocked to know that schoolmaster Ren was guarding the two of them.
“Am I wrong?” Dr. Zhang retorted.
“She was covered in the blood of the person she was constantly striving to save.’
“Take a close look before you speak! Do you not understand anything at all? You’re still a doctor, right?”
Ren Chongda, who was so furious that his lungs began to smoke, asserted that the doctor had no professional competence.
Just as it happened, people from the emergency department rushed to the scene with a stretcher after receiving the call.
When the emergency doctor came to the scene, he was quick to commend the three musketeers present. “It’s fortunate that you’re here to stop the bleeding; otherwise, this person will likely die.”
This was a typical excellent surgical hemostatic method.
“It wasn’t us, she did it,” clarified Zhu Huicang as he held out his eyeglass frame.
“Her?”
“Who else can there be but her? With that much blood pouring out, everyone who tries to salvage it is going to get their hands dirty. We don’t have any blood on our hands.” Zhu Huicang laid out the most conclusive evidence.
You’re right.
When the emergency doctor and Dr. Zhang heard this, they couldn’t believe it; two pairs of eyes were filled with surprise and questions about Xie Wanying: Who was she?
Ren Chongda, desiring justice for his students, seized the evidence and confronted Dr. Zhang “You claim to be a professional? You tell me, you go to the rescue without shedding any blood? You silly man! You must now instantly demonstrate to us whether or not you have blood to save lives.”
Dr. Zhang was repeatedly defeated, and Ren Chongda exclaimed that he couldn’t spit out a word and could only look at Xie Wanying’s face with his eyes.
He seemed to recall what she had said to him, that she was only a freshman.
How was it possible that a freshman female medical student suppressed the ruptured femoral artery by herself?
As an anesthesiologist, Dr. Zhang had never witnessed such a situation. “Apologize to my students!” Ren Chongda formally asked in front of him.
Dr. Zhang’s expression darkened as he yelled, “You have asked a freshman to save people. You did this in your role as a counselor? Are you not concerned she will harm the elderly gentleman?”
“Hey, you figure out the facts.” Hearing this person’s words, Zhu Huicang directly interjected with a pair of glasses and retorted excitedly, “When we got there, she was done with first aid. She did a good job, so why should we step in, relieve the pressure, stop the bleeding, and bandage the old man? Do you want the injured person to bleed again?”
On-site first aid was not about qualifications.
Medicine was a science and it was more about seeking truth from facts.
“Can she give first aid on-site without your help?” Dr. Zhang asked again. Everyone else gave him a nod.
Facts were facts, even if this one was a bit strange.
“Oh, someone must have taught her before, right? Is it her family?” Doctor Zhang said with understanding. They had their reservations about Xie Wanying, too, Ren Chongda lamented in his mind. What or who taught it to Xie Wanying?
“Without a teacher, learning is impossible. Self-study without a mentor is not an option in medicine, which needs hands-on experience. In any case, this elderly man is dying,” the emergency doctor said as he administered additional care to the injured.