Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

"I am, I am his lover." Cui Ying's mother took a step forward, her legs still trembling.

"The patient has a significant amount of gastric bleeding and needs immediate surgery. These are the surgical consent form, anesthesia consent form, and blood transfusion consent form. Please take a look and sign them."

"Also, go to the emergency room cashier to prepay. Let's pay 200,000 first!"

Dr. Sun handed over the form and a pen, his movements quick and practiced, as if he had done it a thousand times.

Cui Ying's mother took the order, her hands trembling so much that she couldn't read the words on it.

She turned to the last page, her pen poked at the signature bar, and was about to write when Chen Ping spoke.

"etc."

The corridor was silent for a second.

Dr. Sun looked at Chen Ping and frowned slightly.

Cui Ying's mother's hand froze in mid-air. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with anxiety and panic.

Cui Ying stood to the side, her grip on the file folder tightening slightly.

"Dr. Chen, what do you mean?" Dr. Sun's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of displeasure.

"I need to see the patient first," Chen Ping said.

"The patient has been taken into the operating room and will be anesthetized soon."

Dr. Sun's tone hardened, as if reminding Chen Ping not to meddle, "All the family needs to do now is sign and pay; the hospital will handle the rest."

"Have they taken him into the operating room?"

Chen Ping looked at him and said, "From the emergency room to the operating room, the patient has to go through the corridor, the elevator, the preoperative preparation room, and various preoperative examinations. This whole process takes at least forty minutes."

My friend's father has been here for less than half an hour. Tell me, how did he get in?

Dr. Sun's expression changed slightly, but she quickly recovered. "We went through the green channel, so the process was simplified."

Chen Ping ignored him, turned around and looked at Cui Ying's mother, "Auntie, can you show me the form?"

Cui Ying's mother hesitated for a moment before handing over the form.

Chen Ping took it, turned to the first page, glanced at the diagnosis, then turned to the page with the surgical consent form and looked at the name of the surgery—"subtotal gastrectomy".

He stared at those words for two seconds, then closed the form.

"This surgery can't be done." Chen Ping's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the corridor heard it.

Dr. Sun's face darkened. "Chen Ping, you are no longer a doctor at our hospital. You have no right to interfere with our hospital's treatment decisions."

The patient is bleeding so much from the stomach; without surgery, they could die. Can you take that responsibility?

Cui Ying's mother stood in the middle, caught in a dilemma.

She looked at Chen Ping, then at Dr. Sun, her lips trembling, tears welling up in her eyes.

Cui Ying walked over, grabbed Chen Ping's arm, and whispered, "Are you sure?" Her voice was so soft that only Chen Ping could hear it.

Chen Ping patted the back of her hand and looked at Dr. Sun. "Dr. Sun, my friend's father has a history of stomach ulcers. This time, drinking alcohol triggered an acute gastric mucosal lesion. The amount of bleeding looks large, but most of it is blood accumulated in the stomach."

Real active bleeding won't stop on its own just by lying down. You said you need a partial gastrectomy; show me the endoscopy results.

Dr. Sun didn't speak, but his expression changed several times.

It's obvious that the other person didn't have a gastroscopy done; there simply wasn't enough time to do it in such a short period of time!

"You dare to open your stomach without a gastroscopy?" Chen Ping's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail.

The corridor fell silent.

The friends who came with Cui Ying's father stood at the back, not daring to breathe.

The young women at the nurses' station peeked out, saw Chen Ping, and then shrank back inside.

Dr. Sun took a deep breath, her tone softening slightly, but she still insisted, "The patient's condition is urgent, and there's no time to do a gastroscopy. Based on experience, with such a large amount of bleeding, the risk is extremely high if surgery isn't performed."

"experience?"

Chen Ping looked at him and said, "When I was rotating through the emergency department, I had twice as much experience as you. For patients with gastric bleeding, as long as their vital signs are stable, the first choice for initial treatment is conservative treatment."

You didn't even check my blood pressure before asking me to sign for a gastrectomy. This isn't treating a patient; this is running a business.

Dr. Sun blushed.

It wasn't the blush of shyness, but the blush of having one's secrets exposed in public, a blush that ran from the neck all the way to the forehead.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Cui Ying's mother spoke up.

"Chen Ping, stop talking. Old Cui is waiting inside for his life. Just sign the papers." Her voice trembled, and tears finally fell, streaming down her cheeks.

Cui Ying stopped her, "Mom, trust Chen Ping, he won't harm Dad."

Cui Ying's mother looked at Cui Ying, then at Chen Ping, her lips trembling several times before finally putting down her pen.

Dr. Sun stood there, his expression changing several times, before finally turning around and calling out to the nurses' station, "Push the patient back from the operating room."

The nurse paused for a moment, then turned and ran away.

Less than five minutes later, Cui Ying's father was pushed back.

He lay on the trolley, pale-faced, with gray lips and dried blood at the corner of his mouth, but he was conscious.

He saw Cui Ying's mother, his mouth moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

Cui Ying rushed over, grabbed his hand, and tears fell onto the back of his hand.

Chen Ping walked over and placed his fingers on Cui Ying's father's pulse.

He released his grip after three seconds.

There was indeed blood in the stomach, but the active bleeding had stopped.

Although the pulse is weak, it is very stable and not the kind of dangerous sign that could break at any moment.

Blood pressure and heart rate are both within acceptable ranges.

In this case, surgery is not necessary at all.

He turned around and looked at Dr. Sun.

Dr. Sun didn't look at him; she looked elsewhere.

"Dr. Sun, please prescribe omeprazole intravenously, twice a day; somatostatin infusion, to maintain for 24 hours initially; and fluid replacement to correct electrolyte imbalance. We can start oral medications once he can eat, is that alright?" Chen Ping asked.

Dr. Sun was silent for two seconds, then nodded, turned and left.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, and his back view revealed no emotion, but his hands were in the pockets of his white coat, clutching something tightly.

Cui Ying's mother stood beside the stroller, looking at Chen Ping. Her lips moved several times, as if she wanted to say thank you, but she didn't.

Chen Ping smiled at her and said, "It's alright, Auntie." Then he walked to the nurses' station, borrowed a pen, wrote a few lines on the prescription, and handed it to the nurse on duty.

"Follow this procedure. Contact me if you encounter any problems."

The nurse glanced at the prescription, then at Chen Ping, and nodded.

Cui Ying's father was wheeled into the ward, and his medication was started. The fluid dripped down, and his breathing gradually became steady. The color of his lips changed from grayish-white to pale red.

He closed his eyes; he wasn't unconscious, he was asleep, his breathing even, and his brow relaxed.

Cui Ying's mother sat on the edge of the bed, holding his hand. Her hand was still trembling, but the expression on her face was much more relaxed than before.

Cui Ying stood by the window, looking outside. It was already completely dark, and her shadow was reflected in the windowpane.

Chen Ping leaned against the wall in the corridor and let out a long sigh.

He took out his phone and glanced at it; it was past 1 a.m.

He put his phone back in his pocket, walked to the vending machine, bought a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip. The water was cold, chilling him from his throat all the way down to his stomach, making him shiver.