Chapter 280
Although Chenyang had only recently started working at the hospital, his personal experiences had given him a general understanding of Liu Yun’s status and influence there.
Calling her an empress might be a bit of an exaggeration.
But judging by the powerful demeanor she showed today, it was no exaggeration to say that if she ever got angry enough to quit, at least half the staff would follow her.
In anyone’s eyes, Liu Yun was practically perfect.
Beautiful face, alluring figure.
In her early thirties, with masterful medical skills.
More importantly, she controlled the two most critical departments at the City Hospital, and she had personally trained all the core medical staff in both.
If she ever decided to strike out on her own, she’d only need to say the word, and those two departments would likely be paralyzed instantly.
It’s no surprise that such a perfect woman would be trusted and admired.
And so, Chenyang, whom she had personally recommended, naturally found it easy to gain the respect of most of the medical staff for his skills.
Of course, that respect only came from the regular medical staff, and it was limited to his medical skills.
The department heads and vice presidents, on the other hand, weren’t so easily won over by Chenyang.
Nor would others readily approve of his character or anything else beyond his medical skills. Otherwise, the unpleasantness that followed the slanderous rumors would never have happened.
By now, Chenyang and Wang Lili had gotten ready and stepped out into the hallway together.
The person who had been shouting was still in the hallway, which saved Wang Lili the trouble of running to the nurses’ station to find out which patient needed help.
"Sir, which patient is in trouble?"
Wang Lili rushed forward and asked urgently.
"The new patient in bed two."
The speaker was a middle-aged man.
He led Chenyang and the others toward the ward on the left, explaining as he went, "He was fine just a moment ago. Then, about six or seven minutes ago, I was half-asleep when I heard this heavy, gasping sound.
I didn’t think much of it at first. Some people snore, some people just breathe heavily, you know? But when I rolled over to go back to sleep, the monitor next to him started going BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.
By the time I got up to check on him, his eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open. He was exhaling a lot but not inhaling much. Looked like he was about to die."
"Were there any other symptoms besides those?"
"That’s all I saw when I was watching him."
"That can’t be right. Those symptoms sound like hypoxia, but the patient’s condition is unique. The doctor’s orders didn’t include oxygen, so it can’t be a case of the tube falling off or the supply running out."
Wang Lili frowned, turning a pleading gaze toward Chenyang.
Chenyang shook his head. "Let’s go see for ourselves. We won’t figure anything out by just guessing."
"Right!"
With that, the three of them entered the patient’s room.
It was a three-bed room.
Bed two was in the middle.
The patients and family members from the other two beds had all been woken by the commotion and were now gathered around bed two.
Seeing Chenyang and the others come in, a female family member turned and said, "Doctor, you have to hurry! This man... is he... is he dying?"
"Hurry, hurry! If he’s dead, get him out of here! It’s terrible luck to be in the same room as a corpse."
"Mom, don’t talk nonsense! His condition just got worse, he’s not dead."
"Just look at him! There’s no color in his face, his eyes are bulging, and he’s only breathing out, not in! Isn’t that exactly how Old Man Qian from downstairs looked when he died?"
Some people cursed, finding the situation morbid and unlucky, while others looked on with sympathy, hoping the doctor could save the patient and ease his suffering.
Chenyang ignored the curses and hurried to the bedside. He first placed his fingers on the patient’s wrist to take his pulse, then began visually examining the patient’s condition.
’Heh. What a coincidence.’
Chenyang couldn’t help but sigh internally after getting a clear look at the patient’s face.
The patient in bed two was none other than Mr. Lin, the man he had helped diagnose in the emergency room—the uncle of the famous actress, Lin Xiaoyue.
"Mas—"
The anxious Wang Lili wanted to ask Chenyang about the patient’s condition and instinctively started to call him ’Master.’ Realizing how many people were around, she hastily corrected herself. "Doctor Chen, how is the patient?"
Chenyang didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he lifted his hand and placed his fingers on Mr. Lin’s other wrist, continuing his diagnosis.
A minute or two later, his brow was tightly furrowed, his expression gradually growing complex.