After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

Ye Zhen had just taken her second bite of the apple when the door to the duty room was kicked open from the outside.

The nurse in the recovery room clung to the door frame, panting heavily.

"Dr. Ye, something's wrong with Zhang Xiaobao's right foot!"

"I could feel the dorsalis pedis artery during rounds just now, but I can't feel it at all now, and the top of my foot is cold!"

Ye Zhen flicked her wrist, and the half-eaten apple fell directly into the enamel plate with a dull thud.

"At what time was it discovered?"

"12:14"

"The color of the tips?"

"Pale, right-side capillary refill test takes more than four seconds."

Ye Zhen strode out of the duty room, her voice echoing down the corridor.

"Notify catheterization lab number one to prepare for restart."

"Prepare the bedside Doppler ultrasound, heparin, urokinase, and thrombectomy catheter and send them over."

Zhou Hai, who was just excited about the zero-error success of sixteen surgeries, froze on the spot, holding his teacup.

Gu Zheng reacted quickly, sheathing his military knife and following them out.

In the recovery room, the pungent smell of disinfectant mingled with the restless air.

Zhang Xiaobao didn't sleep soundly. The anesthesia hadn't completely worn off, and the child occasionally made muffled whimpering sounds in his throat.

His mother sat by the bed, her hands supporting her child's shoulders, unaware of what had happened, when a group of doctors and nurses suddenly rushed in.

The blanket was suddenly pulled off.

Ye Zhen walked to the foot of the bed and held the child's two feet in her hands.

My left foot is warm, and the skin is a normal pink color.

My right foot feels icy cold to the touch.

She pressed her thumb firmly against her right toenail, releasing it after a few seconds. The pale nail bed showed no signs of regaining color.

"The dorsalis pedis artery on the right side has disappeared."

Ye Zhen moved her fingers up and quickly felt over several arterial pulsation points.

"The popliteal artery can still be felt, but the femoral artery is weak."

"Bring Dubler here."

Lin Yi stood by the bed, his breathing erratic.

Ye Zhen performed the core steps of the surgery, but he was personally responsible for the postoperative sheath removal and compression hemostasis.

Just hours ago, he was secretly relieved that the bleeding from the puncture site had stopped due to independent pressure. Now, his child's right foot is slowly losing its blood supply.

Liu Xiaohe pushed the equipment over and quickly connected it to the bedside dobuler.

Apply coupling gel to the probe and push it upwards from the back of the child's foot.

There was only a dull hum from the machine; the normal sound of blood flow could not be heard.

The probe was moved behind the ankle, but there was still no sound.

The sound was intermittent and extremely faint, coming from the middle of the calf.

Ye Zhen continued to move the probe upwards, and when it reached two centimeters below the groin puncture point, the blood flow sound stopped abruptly.

She took the marker and drew a striking black line on the child's right leg.

"Acute femoral artery thrombosis."

Zhang Xiaobao's mother couldn't understand these medical terms; she only understood the last two words.

She suddenly stood up, knocking over the stool next to her.

What does "thrombosis" mean?

"Is your leg injured?"

No one answered.

The woman's voice trembled, and her tone grew louder and louder.

"Dr. Ye, when my son was wheeled out just now, you said the surgery was very successful."

"Why are my legs so cold after only a few hours?"

Ye Zhen looked up and met her gaze.

"There was a blood clot at the puncture site, which blocked the artery supplying blood to the right leg."

"It was discovered early, so there's still time to save it."

Upon hearing the word "rescue," the woman completely broke down.

"What if we can't get them?"

"Do we need to amputate the leg?"

"He's only three years old!"

She collapsed onto the edge of the bed, her rough hands frantically rubbing the cold little foot. The more she rubbed, the more lifeless the instep seemed.

"Family member, let go!" Liu Xiaohe quickly stepped forward to stop them. "Don't rub it! If a blood clot in the blood vessel breaks off and travels elsewhere, it can be fatal!"

The woman was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hand.

She turned around and stared at Lin Yi, who was standing at the foot of the bed.

"Was it you?"

"Just now inside, you were the one holding my son's legs down and preventing me from touching him!"

Lin Yi opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Auntie, I was in charge of unsheathing and applying pressure, I..."

The woman rushed over without hesitation and grabbed Lin Yi's white coat collar tightly.

"Sixteen machines a day!"

"Are you using my son as a practice subject just to meet quotas?"

"Did you press too hard and damage your blood vessels?"

She cried so hard she could barely breathe, her fingers clenching tighter and tighter.

I only have this one son.

"My heart was just saved, and now I'm going to lose my leg! How am I supposed to live?!"

Lin Yi's Adam's apple bobbed, but he still couldn't make a sound.

His hands hung stiffly at his sides. Just hours ago, these were the same hands that had applied pressure to stop the bleeding, but now they didn't even have the strength to lift them to argue.

Hearing the commotion, the other family members in the corridor gathered around.

"Something happened?"

"Doing it so fast, how can there not be problems?"

"My child is scheduled for the second table tomorrow, is it still possible to get a table?"

The commotion grew louder and louder, and the entire ward was in chaos.

Gu Zheng stepped forward and blocked the doorway to the ward.

"Everyone, step back outside the yellow line."

"The nurses are inside performing emergency treatment. Anyone blocking the way, get out immediately."

A father in the crowd mustered up the courage to speak up.

"Commander Gu, you need to give us a definite answer."

"If an accident occurs while rushing to meet production targets, who will be responsible?"

Gu Zheng stood there, his aura dominating the entire room.

"The matter is still undecided, and the hospital cannot escape responsibility."

The father took two steps back and remained silent.

Inside the ward, Zhang Xiaobao's mother still refused to let go of Lin Yi.

Ye Zhen stood up, her cold voice drowning out all the noise.

"Let go."

The woman was sobbing.

"Dr. Ye, I don't want to cause trouble, I'm just afraid..."

"I see."

Ye Zhen walked over and forcibly pried open the woman's fingers one by one, freeing Lin Yi from his collar.

"But holding people accountable now won't fix the problem."

"If ischemia lasts for more than six hours, irreversible necrosis will occur in the muscles and nerves."

"Every minute is counting down."

"You need to save his leg. Get out of the way now, and we'll take him to the catheterization lab immediately to remove the thrombus."

The woman was completely exhausted, her hands hanging limply at her sides.

"Can it be saved?"

"I only promise one thing right now," Ye Zhen turned and pushed the bed, "No one will abandon him."

The ambulance rushed out of the intensive care unit, and the crowd in the corridor immediately made way for it.

Zhang Xiaobao's mother followed behind the car, stumbling and nearly falling.

Lin Yi remained rooted to the spot.

He looked at his stiff fingers and even felt as if they were stained with blood.

Li Hong ran back and grabbed his sleeve.

"What are you doing?"

"Teacher Ye wants you to follow along on stage!"

Lin Yi pulled his sleeve back.

"I was the one who pressed that machine."

Li Hong pushed his shoulder in her anxiety.

"Whether it was your fault or not, we'll decide after the surgery and a review."

"The person is still lying on the operating table waiting for you!"

Lin Yi finally took a step and followed into the changing area.

The sound of running water filled the sink. Ye Zhen was quickly washing her hands.

Lin Yi stood behind her, head down, his voice hoarse.

"Professor Ye, I would like to request to withdraw from the operating room for this surgery."

Ye Zhen turned off the tap.

The sound of water disappeared, and the locker room became eerily quiet.

"reason."

"My hands are shaking." Lin Yi raised his hand halfway, his knuckles trembling uncontrollably. "I'm not qualified to touch him anymore."

Ye Zhen turned around and threw the sterile brush into the waste bin.

"Avoiding patients is not being responsible."

"That's called cowardice."

She stared into Lin Yi's eyes.

"If it really is your fault, and you can't save that leg, you can live with fear and guilt for the rest of your life after you get off the operating table."

"But now, you get back to your place."

Lin Yi didn't reply, his jaw clenched tightly.

Ye Zhen turned around and opened her arms. The nurse quickly stepped forward to help her put on a sterile surgical gown.

"Go and get the embolic catheter."

The red light in catheterization lab number one came on again.

Outside the heavy radiation-proof door, Zhang Xiaobao's mother leaned against the wall, her hands tightly clasped in front of her chest, her fingernails digging blood into the back of her hands.

Inside the catheterization lab, the operating room was illuminated by shadowless lights.

Ye Zhen stood in front of the control panel and raised her right hand.

"Angiography"

The screen lights up, and the contrast agent is injected along with the blood flow.

The images clearly show that the blood flow, which should have flowed smoothly through the right leg, was abruptly stopped below the puncture site.

A long, dark shadow completely blocked the right femoral artery.

Lin Yi stood on the opposite side, holding up the extremely precise thrombectomy catheter.

His fingers were still trembling slightly, almost uncontrollably.