Returning to ’90s, She Became Famous in Major Surgical Fields

Chapter 1: Back To 1990’s

“How many surgeons are there in the country?”

“How many female surgeons are there?”

“Among cardiothoracic surgeons, how many female doctors are actually on the operating table? ”

One thousand? One hundred? Ten? One?!”

“No, what you answer is all wrong!” The voice of the people on the stage grew smaller and smaller, “The answer is zero–”

In 1996 at Third People’s Hospital Emergency Room of Songyuan City located in Minjiang District .

Under the dark night, a dilapidated emergency room building loomed.
In front of the building, the hanging light bulb swayed by the wind.
Everything was broken and disorderly, which contrasted sharply with the pretty neon lights on the road outside.

The big red characters of an ambulance of the third hospital whistled into the big iron door of the hospital.
The car clanged as it hit the door.
The security guard in the security booth rushed out to check the situation at the entrance.

Because of the loud noise, Xie Wanying, who was standing in the hallway, stood up.
Her blurred vision became clear, and her focus fell on the door of the emergency room.

She saw nurses rushing out of the emergency room in a hurry, pushing an emergency stretcher trolley.
A male doctor, one step ahead of the nurses, quickly examined the eyes of the patient who was lying in the ambulance using his penlight.

“Blood pressure.”

“The systolic blood pressure is 70, the diastolic blood pressure is 40.”

“Low blood pressure.”

“What is the situation?”

“What is the main complaint of the patient?”

“He says chest pain.”

“Heart disease? Myocardial infarction?”

The doctor’s stethoscope was listening to the patient’s chest.

The patient was sweating profusely, his complexion was already pale, like he was bloodless, like a dead man.

“ Hurry, get the patient inside, give him 10mg of  morphine to relieve the pain first.
”

“No.
It’s not a myocardial infarction, it’s a ruptured aortic aneurysm.
The pale complexion is  because of blood loss–” Xie Wanying murmured unknowingly with her slightly opened mouth.

Several nurses pushed the patient into the emergency room by pushing the emergency stretcher trolley.

The emergency doctor followed the patient’s nurse and turned back quickly.
Turning around, he saw the girl standing in the hallway.

The girl was tall and thin, with a slick braid.
Like a willow fluttering in the wind, with fair skin, slender wrists,  wearing blue and white high school uniforms.

Xie Wanying, who was seen by the other party, was also looking at the face of the man.

This male doctor is handsome enough.

He  had a small chin, a standard attractive young man, unlike square face, which was hard and tough, it is a favorite look of young girls.Hair trimming was the current trend of celebrities, with small fragments at the ends, fringe hair, and  two eyeballs bright under the night.

If he walked down a street while not wearing his doctor’s coat, he might be mistaken as a small singer holding a guitar and singing.

Age wise he looked like he was in his early twenties, but his actual age may be older, a good-looking face will hide the actual age.

Xie Wanying’s gaze fell on the doctor’s name tag on his coat chest, which read: Neurosurgeon, Cao Yong.
That said, this person in white coat with black pen in his chest pocket is excellent!

Since he is a neurosurgeon, no wonder that he could not  immediately recognize the difference between myocardial infarction and aortic rupture.
Xie Wanying thought.

“Doctor Cao, the patient–” the emergency nurse ran to the door to call him in.

Hearing the nurse call, Cao Yong quickly turned around and walked into the emergency room, but his mind couldn’t stop thinking about the high school girl he had just seen.

Was she a student? Which school was she from? How could that girl speak medical terminology that perfectly described a ruptured aortic aneurysm?

Did he hear her wrong?