Chapter 757 - 727: Miracle
Almost at the same time Pei Lin attempted suicide by poisoning, on the Dongzhou expressway, a truck driving illegally collided with a black Maybach.
The damage to both vehicles wasn’t severe, but during the collision, steel pipes loaded on the truck scattered and flew out. One of the pipes, due to inertia, flew towards the Maybach, pierced through the front windshield, and shot into the driver’s left chest, penetrating his thoracic cavity, nailing him to the seat.
The other female passenger in the car was not seriously injured, only sustaining some superficial injuries.
Firefighters and emergency rescue personnel arrived on the scene promptly to rescue those inside the car.
Despite the gruesome situation, the woman remained calm and immediately called for help.
As the rescue began, the site leader received instructions from the city leaders to spare no effort in rescuing the trapped individuals.
Zhao Feiyang, standing anxiously waiting for the rescue outcome, received a call from Zhang Song.
Normally, Zhao Feiyang would be nervous, but at present, he couldn’t afford to feel that way.
Over the phone, Zhang Song solemnly informed him to immediately arrange for Shu Yuanhang to prepare and set aside any current work. An important person had been in a car accident, with a penetrating chest injury, preliminarily judged to have injured the heart. Emergency personnel just rescued him from the car and would soon send him to Changxing Hospital’s cardiothoracic surgery for emergency rescue.
Before Shu Yuanhang came to Changxing, such patients would never have been sent to Changxing. They would usually be sent to the Dongzhou Medical University Affiliated Hospital, which was acknowledged as having the highest medical standards in Dongzhou.
After Shu Yuanhang came to Changxing, he quickly gained fame with his exceptional medical skills and was recognized by the medical community across Dongzhou and even the entire Pinghai. Now, there is a long line of people waiting for him to operate.
Zhao Feiyang sighed inwardly, thinking, "My wife, I don’t even know if she’s alive or dead, and you want me to save some important person? Just how important could he be?"
Zhang Song said, "Secretary Zhou will immediately head to Changxing Hospital!"
Zhao Feiyang pursed his lips, "Rest assured, I will arrange it immediately."
Zhao Feiyang called Shu Yuanhang. Shu Yuanhang had just come down from the operating room, and upon hearing about another emergency, he was a bit distressed, but out of the principle of curing the sick and saving lives, he still agreed.
The patient arrived at the hospital fifteen minutes later, with a broken section of the steel pipe still in his chest. Emergency personnel did not dare to rashly pull out the steel pipe to avoid causing secondary injury or massive bleeding.
After conducting a preliminary examination, Shu Yuanhang determined the patient’s heart had ruptured, and the specific damage required an exploratory thoracotomy. The patient was already in shock due to massive blood loss, and the situation was not optimistic.
When confirming the patient’s identity, Shu Yuanhang noticed the patient’s name was Qiao Rulong. Isn’t Qiao Rulong going to be Xu Chunliang’s future brother-in-law?
The expert responsible for the rescue came up to Zhao Feiyang, with a sorrowful expression, telling him that Pei Lin was already brain dead, and continued resuscitation was meaningless. How to proceed would need his signature.
At this moment, a call from the hospital office director came in, reporting that Secretary Zhou’s car had already entered Changxing Hospital.
Zhao Feiyang clenched his fists hard, as his phone rang again from Shu Yuanhang.
Shu Yuanhang’s voice was full of urgency, "Dean Zhao, the injury to the patient’s heart is severe, repair is impossible, a heart transplant is necessary."
"What did you say?"
Shu Yuanhang stated, "A heart transplant is necessary. I’ve contacted the relevant departments, but it’s difficult to find a suitable heart in a short time."
Zhao Feiyang raised his head, looking at the medical staff pretending to resuscitate, knowing Pei Lin was already brain dead, making the rescue completely pointless.
Seeing Zhao Feiyang not responding for a long time, Shu Yuanhang shouted, "Dean Zhao, do you have any solution, otherwise I’m also powerless to turn the tides!"
"What?"
Shu Yuanhang thought Zhao Feiyang was being perfunctory, and he urgently yelled, "The injured is Qiao Rulong, the brother of Mei Ru Xue!"
The inner turmoil within Zhao Feiyang intensified, his throat feeling so dry it was about to tear apart, "Do everything to save him, prepare for heart transplantation."
"What did you say? You found the heart?"
Tears suddenly welled up in Zhao Feiyang’s eyes as he struggled to control his emotions, "My... my wife just... passed away... she’s O-type blood... she signed organ donation before she died..."
On the other end, Shu Yuanhang fell into silence.
Zhao Feiyang hung up the phone, quietly wiped away his tears, and shouted, "No need for resuscitation!"
Xu Chunliang received notification from Zhang Song that Secretary Zhou believed it would be more appropriate for him to inform the Qiao Family. Qiao Rulong’s life was hanging by a thread, and no one could guarantee he would survive this ordeal.
Secretary Zhou is under great pressure now. Qiao Rulong came to Dongzhou for an inspection at his invitation, and such a major accident happened just as he entered Dongzhou. If anything happens to him, it would be hard for himself to escape blame. He is very aware of Elder Qiao’s influence and the importance of Qiao Rulong in the Qiao Family.
Secretary Zhou personally notified the Ye Family, and Qiao Rulong’s wife, Ye Qingya, has already rushed from Capital City to Dongzhou.
All Secretary Zhou can do now is to gather Dongzhou’s best doctors to battle with death, striving to save Qiao Rulong’s life. If successful, there might be room for redemption; if they fail...
Secretary Zhou forced himself not to think of the worst outcome.
Zhang Song said, "Secretary Zhou, let’s get off the car first."
Secretary Zhou nodded and whispered, "Has Xiaoxu been notified?"
Zhang Song replied, "Everything has been arranged. At Changxing, Dr. Shu Yuanhang is in charge of the rescue. He is arguably the top cardiothoracic surgeon in Asia."
Secretary Zhou got out of the car, and Zhang Song noticed no one had come to receive them. He was somewhat displeased and was about to call Zhao Feiyang when he saw Gao Xinhua rushing over.
Although Gao Xinhua had encountered Secretary Zhou a few times, it was always from afar, never directly communicating. Zhang Song recognized him, "Old Gao, where’s Zhao Feiyang?"
Gao Xinhua said, "His wife just passed away, and he’s handling it."
Zhang Song was taken aback, and Secretary Zhou furrowed his brow. How many unfortunate things must happen today? How young could Zhao Feiyang be, and his wife must be even younger. Life is short, and such accidents are truly unpredictable.
Gao Xinhua invited them to rest in the VIP room.
Secretary Zhou shook his head, "No need, let’s first go to the operating room to understand the situation."
Zhao Feiyang signed the organ donation form and watched as Pei Lin was wheeled away. His legs suddenly gave out under him, unable to support his weight. Zhao Feiyang staggered towards the restroom, and a doctor approached, intending to help him. Zhao Feiyang shouted, "Get off!"
The scene fell deathly silent. Zhao Feiyang leaned against the wall, stumbled into the restroom, locked the door, and his mind was filled with images of Pei Lin before her death. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard, then covered his face and knelt on the ground, wailing. From Pei Lin, he saw his own cowardice. He had always thought Pei Lin was a burden, yet upon realizing she had left this world, there was no sense of relief. Instead, his heart was shackled by a strong sense of guilt.
He realized that he could no longer find any excuses; everything today was his doing, unrelated to anyone else. Pei Lin’s short life was filled with effort and redemption, even though her starting point was somewhat selfish. But for a woman without any background or connections, how many choices did she really have in such a societal environment?
Zhao Feiyang washed his face, and a knock came from the door: "Dean Zhao..." It was the director of the hospital office checking on him out of concern.
Zhao Feiyang opened the door, straightened his chest, and walked out briskly.
At the entrance of the VIP lounge, Zhao Feiyang met Gao Xinhua. Gao Xinhua looked at Zhao Feiyang, surprising to see his temples had gone considerably grey.
Knowing what had just happened, Gao Xinhua’s heart was filled with sympathy. Even if Zhao Feiyang had done some foolish things, he shouldn’t have faced such misfortune. Heaven had been too harsh on him lately.
"Feiyang, accept my condolences."
Zhao Feiyang nodded, "Is Secretary Zhou inside?"
Gao Xinhua pointed inside, not daring to stay long. The atmosphere inside was too oppressive, and he had nothing to say before Secretary Zhou.
Zhao Feiyang took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and walked in.
Secretary Zhou had been pacing anxiously inside since he arrived, never sitting down. Zhang Song understood his feelings well and was equally at a loss. Now, they could only do their best and let fate decide. They had recently heard that Qiao Rulong’s condition was critical and that he needed a heart transplant, but where could they find a suitable heart on short notice? Zhang Song had contacted all the hospitals in Dongzhou and mobilized the entire health system to help find a usable heart, yet there was still no news.
Zhao Feiyang called out, "Secretary Zhou."
Secretary Zhou nodded at him. He had also heard about what had happened in Zhao Feiyang’s family and had not expected Zhao Feiyang to come.
Zhao Feiyang said, "Secretary Zhou, you don’t have to worry anymore. I believe a miracle will happen."
"A miracle?" Secretary Zhou did not believe in miracles. Based on the doctors’ feedback, Qiao Rulong was in great danger; the heart was severely damaged. If a suitable heart couldn’t be found within the stipulated time, not even a god could save him.
Secretary Zhou knew that his unease was not only due to his concern for Qiao Rulong’s fate; perhaps his promising political career would come to a halt because of this, maybe even come to an end.
Zhao Feiyang said, "We’ve found a heart! Dr. Shu is already preparing for the heart transplant."
Zhang Song was somewhat surprised, "You found one?" He had almost exhausted all possible contacts and still hadn’t found a suitable donor. Even if he had, he should have been informed at once.
Zhao Feiyang, with reddened eyes, said, "Secretary Zhou, my wife signed an organ donation agreement before she passed, and I have decided to honor her wish by donating her heart."
Secretary Zhou pursed his lips and stepped forward, tightly gripping Zhao Feiyang’s cold hand. "Comrade Feiyang... thank you!" No words could express his feelings at that moment. Zhao Feiyang had saved not only Qiao Rulong’s life.