I Can Hear the Heart's Voice of Traditional Chinese Medicine-Chapter 121 - 62: The Neurology Director of Hospital 9 Is Shocked

Several nurses did not respond to this, and the driver remained silent. At this moment, saying anything might provoke Ye Xiang's anger.

Just as Ye Xiang was burning with anxiety, the road suddenly cleared up.

"Director Ye, it's clear, it's clear."

Ye Xiang instinctively looked up and finally saw that, under the command of the traffic police, the previously straight vehicles quickly turned right, freeing up a road in no time. At the intersection, a traffic officer on a motorcycle sounded the siren, waving for them to follow.

"It's clear, hurry up and follow."

"Okay."

"Speed up a bit."

"Director Ye, I'll hurry."

The driver responded quickly, afraid that a late response would ignite the barely-contained anger of Ye Xiang.

Right now, Ye Xiang was like an open can of gasoline; a single spark would set it ablaze.

He didn't want to provoke Ye Xiang at such a time.

Fortunately, with the guidance of the traffic police on their motorcycles, the road became much clearer. It seemed that the command center had deliberately adjusted the traffic lights on the bridge ahead, so when the ambulance arrived, it was already a green light.

Seeing this, Ye Xiang's face eased a lot. At the current speed, the less-than-three-kilometer distance would only take a few minutes.

However, even so, Ye Xiang's worries remained unresolved.

Although the required time decreased, over twenty minutes had already passed, and no one knew what condition the patient was in now.

Looking at the bridge ahead and the bus stopped not far away on the roadside, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. A nurse, seeing Ye Xiang's worried expression, couldn't help but comfort him: "Director, the patient will be fine. Also, when the bus driver called earlier, it seemed there was a doctor on board.

It will be fine, don't worry."

However, Ye Xiang did not share the nurse's optimism, or rather, he knew the nurse was just comforting him. He shook his head: "On the bus, there is only an intern. What can you expect him to do? And it's a stroke, not an ordinary emergency. Without emergency equipment and drugs, let alone an intern, even I could only watch helplessly, watching a living life slip away bit by bit.

It's already commendable that they could diagnose it as a stroke. As for saving the patient... do you think it's possible?

You know the situation with interns better than anyone. Besides assisting, what else can they do? A few with talent can manage some ordinary illnesses, but they rarely get involved in emergencies.

The emergency department has had a few interns recently. Is there even one who dares to perform surgery? An intern who shakes when giving injections, do you really expect them to save someone? Especially a patient who has fainted from a stroke?"

Ye Xiang's series of questions snapped the nurses, who had slightly relaxed, back into a tense state.

How could they not know the situation with interns at the hospital?

To be blunt, most interns are just sitting around when they first arrive, not to mention shadowing doctors; they are usually directed by the nurses. Sometimes, giving them any task is enough to keep them happy for a long time.

The Western medical training system ensures that there are more monks than meat in this field.

Every year, a large number of graduates are sent to major hospitals, where these interns often aren't even on the same level as the nurses.

In the silence, the ambulance arrived behind the bus, and the driver quickly braked, bringing the vehicle to a stop.

Ye Xiang took the lead and ran out.

A few nurses followed behind, carrying the stretcher.

On the bus.

Someone quickly noticed the ambulance parked behind the bus, instinctively shouting: "It's here, the ambulance is here."

These words relaxed the tense atmosphere in the bus considerably.

The bus driver also noticed the doctor in a white coat rushing over and immediately opened both the front and rear doors of the bus, then said to everyone: "Everyone, make way for the doctor to get on. If you can't make room, you can get off first and board again after the patient is transferred to the ambulance."

The passengers, aware of the urgency, quickly got off if they were near the door, and those who couldn't moved to the back of the bus. At this point, saving the patient was the priority.

No one complained about being crowded, and no one spoke; everyone cooperated and did what they could.

By the time Ye Xiang jogged onto the bus, there were only a few people left in the half of the bus towards the front.

At this moment, Lu Xuan was still crouching and administering acupuncture. Li Yuanyuan's head moved a few times, still in a drowsy state, but her pupils responded to light, much better than before.

Seeing the doctor in a white coat rush onto the bus, Lu Xuan did not stop administering acupuncture, but said, "The patient opened her eyes once, her head moved a couple of times, and her pupils responded to light. However, her condition is quite serious, and even if she wakes up, there might be paralysis. Now she's in your hands."

Acupuncture alone could not easily wake her.

Moreover, even if she woke up, she wouldn't be able to move.

Acupuncture is good for emergency care, but recovery is not something that can be achieved with just a few minutes of acupuncture.