The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO

Qin Guangming’s face was extremely anxious, constantly pacing back and forth in front of the emergency surgery room.

Hearing the voice of the two, he stopped, his old eyes shimmering with tears, "Alas, a damned thug seriously injured a breakfast shop manager on the street. Qin Ya saw it, and as a traffic cop, she went to do the detective’s job, trying to subdue the thug, but ended up being seriously injured by the thug and lost consciousness."

His eyes glistened with tears, and his wife, Feng Shushan, covered her face and wept, unable to accept such a thing happening.

Just now, the nurse said that Qin Ya’s vital signs were dangerously close to zero, and the chances of rescue... very slim.

Liu Tianyun didn’t know any of this, she was also extremely anxious and asked, "What about now, how’s the situation now?"

"She’s in surgery now, but the place where she got hurt is far from the hospital. The doctor said... said she already missed the golden rescue time, and the situation is particularly dangerous!" Qin Guangming sighed heavily again, all the hair tips turning white in an instant, as if he had aged ten years, with a face full of regret and a choking voice, "It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t... hadn’t sent her to police school back then, this wouldn’t have... wouldn’t have happened!"

"Uncle Qin, don’t be anxious. She’s still in surgery, there’s still a chance, right?" Liu Tianyun comforted him, but her small face was pale.

The series of events from last night till today almost overwhelmed her, nearly causing her to faint.

Time flew by quickly.

The surgery room door opened.

A tall, young doctor walked out with a nurse.

"Doctor, how is my daughter?" Qin Guangming anxiously grabbed the middle-aged doctor’s hand to inquire about the situation.

The result left him in a daze, made Feng Shushan’s cries even more mournful, and caused Liu Tianyun to stagger and fall onto the public seat beside her.

"Director Qin, I’m sorry. We’ve done our best, but Miss Qin’s injuries are just too severe."

"Her internal organs are all severely damaged and have completely failed, plus one of her major arteries is severed, causing uncontrollable bleeding."

"And that’s not all. The most important thing is that the spot where the thug kicked happens to be Miss Qin’s heart, causing her to develop acute coronary heart disease, which nearly led to sudden death."

"In this situation, even if I, Tian Huatuo, couldn’t save Miss Qin’s life, not even the five top national doctors of Huaxia could do it."

Tian Huatuo took off his mask, with a look of regret.

His words struck everyone except Ye Huan like a bolt from the blue. noveldrama

A major artery severed?

The internal organs are all severely damaged and have completely failed?

Acute coronary heart disease? That’s a heart disease with a 99.99999% mortality rate after onset!

The five top national doctors of Huaxia couldn’t even save Qin Ya’s life!?

Doesn’t that mean Qin Ya is really... beyond salvation?

"Doctor Tian, is there really... really no other way?" Qin Guangming despaired, appearing to age another ten years.

"I’m sorry." Tian Huatuo sighed.

After confirming Tian Huatuo’s answer again, Qin Guangming, Feng Shushan, and Liu Tianyun all turned deathly pale.

Tian Huatuo, at thirty-three years old, was already a world-renowned expert in surgery and cardiovascular medicine, with a PhD from Harvard Medical School. It is said that his surgery success rate has reached one hundred percent, earning him the nickname "Living Huatuo."

There are countless patients seeking his help for diagnosis and surgery.

He was able to take time to perform this emergency surgery for Qin Ya, which was already a favor for Director Qin of the police station.

"By the way, Director Qin, why not..."

Tian Huatuo spoke again, suggesting meaningfully, "There’s just a colleague in the city hospital with skills higher than mine. Why not let them try?"

Qin Guangming was taken aback, then hurriedly said, "Alright, Doctor Tian, I’m counting on you!"

He felt that hope was dim because Doctor Tian said that not even the five top national doctors could save Qin Ya, so how could this colleague who’s slightly better?

But even with minimal hope, he still wanted to try.

Tian Huatuo’s eyes gleamed with a trace of cunning, and he said to the nurse beside him, "Quickly, go get Doctor Huang."

The nurse didn’t respond immediately, her face complicated, blinking repeatedly, as if saying: It’s still in time to go in and operate!

"Quickly go call Doctor Huang, time is of the essence for life-saving!" Tian Huatuo frowned and shouted sternly.

"..."

The nurse didn’t want to just walk away because...

As soon as Doctor Huang arrives, Qin Ya is truly doomed!

If Tian Huatuo went into surgery right now, there would still be a chance!

As Tian Huatuo’s surgical assistant, she was fully aware of Tian Huatuo’s extremely high surgical skills, very advanced, very good, but...

That one hundred percent surgery success rate of Tian Huatuo’s is fake!

Every time he received a patient he deemed difficult to treat, he would first exaggerate the patient’s condition greatly, making the patient’s family believe the patient was really beyond saving.

Then, he would boast about a colleague better than he is, who is actually a scapegoat he colluded with.

The scapegoat would sign the "Surgical Lead Surgeon Replacement Agreement," taking over the surgery from Tian Huatuo, thereby transferring the failure rate onto the scapegoat.

This scapegoat is Doctor Huang, whose long-standing scapegoat career has left him with a surgery success rate of only about three percent, known in the medical community as: Living King Yama.

As the name suggests, he’s the walking King Yama, the one who sends patients to the Underworld!

Patients whom Tian Huatuo dared not rashly treat would certainly die under Doctor Huang’s skill level.

But all surgical failures would be attributed to Doctor Huang.

And surgical failure means the death of the patient!

Yet at this time, Tian Huatuo had already prepared the family of the patient in advance.

The patient’s family would not only refrain from medical conflict and anger, but also be grateful to Tian Huatuo for finding a doctor even more skilled, a "great god"-level doctor to help with the surgery.

Even if the result was not what they hoped, the patient’s family would likely accept the "reality."

However...

If Tian Huatuo were willing to perform the surgery, the patient would still have a turnaround opportunity, with a five percent success rate!

He just doesn’t want to take the risk. He doesn’t want to jeopardize his hundred percent surgery success rate for this minor chance!

Take Qin Ya in the emergency surgery room, for instance, she is actually still within the golden rescue period and stands a chance of being rescued!

The major artery rupture could be saved with vascular bridging done now!

Acute coronary heart disease? It truly has a 99.999% mortality rate, but with Tian Huatuo’s superb medical skills, it can still be saved!

The complete failure of internal organs? Although it would take decades of rest to recover, life could at least be preserved!

In total, there’s still a five percent success rate for the surgery!

Once Doctor Huang, the scapegoat, arrives, Qin Ya truly has no hope.

The nurse couldn’t bear to witness the patient die like that, blinking again, face anxious as if saying: Doctor Huang, it’s still in time for surgery now!

Tian Huatuo was exasperated. Even if it were fifty percent, he didn’t want to take this risk.

Are you kidding? A hundred percent surgery success rate, is not something easily discarded!

He shouted sternly again:

"Hurry up, go call Doctor Huang, it’ll be too late if you don’t! If you delay Miss Qin’s surgery, I’ll hold you responsible, and you won’t stay in my department or this hospital any longer!"

The nurse’s small face turned ghastly pale, and under the pressure of Tian Huatuo’s hospital status, she forced herself to dash off with guilt.

Observing this.

Tian Huatuo’s eyes flashed with cunning yet again.

The next second, his expression changed.

A male voice came from the surgery room.

"Hand me the scalpel."