Though district-level, its scale dwarfed Changjing Third Hospital, and Baotuo boasted considerable renown throughout Shanghai, possessing far superior medical resources compared to Changjing Third.
The three critically injured patients were immediately transferred here after urgent initial stabilization at the hospital.
Other injured parties, after simple treatment, were also being sent over; facilities at the smaller hospital couldn't cope, so sending them to a larger facility was best, as their conditions were significantly better than the three most severe cases.
If not for the sheer distance to Shanghai People's Hospital, they would have gone there directly.
The ambulance drove straight into the emergency bay; arrangements had been made beforehand. Some expert professors had been called back from home; these patients held a different status.
Whether it was Cai Zheleing, Gu Fang, or Young Master Shi, a single call from any of them warranted attention from the hospital, let alone the fact that they had all pulled strings to secure admission.
With so many connections converging, even the hospital director dared not show the slightest negligence.
The director himself was rushing to the hospital; he intended to take personal charge of handling the patients arriving from this major traffic accident.
The ambulance pulled into the hospital grounds just past 9 PM. A number of people were still gathered near the entrance, many turning their heads to look over in surprise.
They weren't looking at the ambulance, but at the cavalcade of luxury cars trailing behind it.
There were seven or eight ambulances, followed by more than ten different luxury vehicles—it was difficult not to attract attention.
Zhang Yang's Mercedes, Young Master Su's BMW, along with cars belonging to Long Cheng, Cai Zheleing, Gu Fang, and others, all drove through the hospital gates.
After they entered, some younger onlookers outside were still speculating about what important figures had been brought in, given the sheer number of high-end cars, many of which were sports cars.
Seeing even one of those cars occasionally was a notable event.
As soon as the ambulance stopped, doctors waiting nearby rushed forward, immediately moving the occupants to the operating rooms.
Fortunately, the hospital was large; otherwise, managing so many injured people at once would have been difficult.
“Old Long, don’t worry. This hospital has several highly skilled veteran professors, recognized nationally. Rest assured, they will all be fine!”
Outside, Cai Zheleing gently consoled Long Cheng, understanding his state of mind.
Long Cheng nodded mechanically. He was the one who brought them, and moreover, they were there to help him. If anything happened, he wouldn't know how to face anyone.
Long Cheng was anxious, even regretful that he had taken the lead, though he wouldn't voice such useless thoughts.
Seeing Long Cheng, Cai Zheleing sighed again.
As concerned as Long Cheng was, Cai Zheleing felt the same. He was the main organizer this time; if such a major incident occurred, he would be the first to bear responsibility.
Even if his family could smooth things over, his punishment would be unavoidable.
As for the nature of the punishment, he didn't know yet; it depended on the subsequent handling of the matter.
“Old Long, Zhang Yang is quite capable. He can actually save people?”
Cai Zheleing asked suddenly, watching Zhang Yang speak with a doctor.
Zhang Yang had treated all the injured today. When the doctors at the nearest hospital checked them earlier, they were astonished. They couldn't comprehend how Zhang Yang’s handling of the initial injuries had yielded such excellent results.
It was precisely because of Zhang Yang’s preliminary care that they encountered little difficulty transferring the patients to Baotuo Hospital.
This time, Long Cheng did not remain in a daze, but nodded heavily.
“Zhang Yang is actually still a university student, at Changjing University Medical School. He’s also an intern at Changjing Third Hospital!”
As Long Cheng said this, he felt a strange sensation himself.
Zhang Yang was merely an intern.
But who had ever seen such a formidable intern? Long Cheng knew clearly how severe Wang Chen’s injuries were. Having practiced martial arts since childhood, he possessed a deep understanding of the human body.
At that time, he knew Wang Chen wouldn't last long; he had been so frantic he wanted to ram his head into a wall.
After Zhang Yang intervened, Wang Chen, who was on the verge of death, gradually began to recover. In Long Cheng’s eyes, this was nothing short of a miracle, especially since Zhang Yang had displayed his profound internal energy while treating Wang Chen.
“Intern, doctor?”
Cai Zheleing also froze, then managed a bitter smile and shook his head.
His feeling differed slightly from Long Cheng’s, but one thing was the same: neither of them had ever encountered an intern this capable.
Putting everything else aside, treating so many critically injured patients and seeing them all stabilized was remarkable. Even the first hospital they visited admitted that they had expected a terrible scene but found the care rendered surprisingly good.
Any other intern facing this situation would likely have panicked, and even experienced doctors might have been helpless.
If Zhang Yang’s performance was indeed that of an intern, it defied all logic.
As they were talking, Zhang Yang walked back. Su Zhantao and Yang Ling also approached, their faces etched with worry; they had just finished handling the payments.
The hospital dared not refuse treatment before payment, but the fees still needed settling, and they were not short of money.
“Zhang Yang, tell me honestly, they will all be fine, right?”
Seeing Zhang Yang, Su Zhantao asked directly. He had the utmost faith in Zhang Yang; if Zhang Yang said they would be fine, he believed it absolutely.
“Rest assured, Huang Hai and Li Ya will recover soon. Wang Chen might be more serious; he’ll likely be bedridden for half a year, with another six months of post-injury rehabilitation. Within a year, I guarantee he will be back on his feet, lively as ever!” Zhang Yang said softly, and Su Zhantao immediately relaxed.
Yang Ling lacked his confidence, but she felt much better now. Regardless, Zhang Yang was the only doctor among them, and a skilled one at that.
At least Zhang Yang had instantly identified her own ailment; thinking back to the time she sought his medical opinion made Yang Ling’s face flush again.
“A year? Can it be that fast? His entire thigh bone is shattered!”
Cai Zheleing frowned. He now knew Zhang Yang was a doctor, but he clearly didn't fully believe Zhang Yang’s assertion.
Even without medical knowledge, everyone understood that a fractured thigh bone was different from other breaks; this area was notoriously slow to heal, and improperly managed, it risked permanent disability. A year seemed impossible.
“He’s young; it’s fine!”
Zhang Yang smiled faintly, offering that brief explanation before falling silent.
Wang Chen was young, and young people recovered faster, but that wasn't the fundamental reason. Under normal circumstances, it would take Wang Chen at least two or three years to fully recover, given that his thigh bone was completely fractured, with only a small piece remaining attached.
The biggest credit lay with the Millennial Ginseng Pellet Zhang Yang had given him.
The Millennial Ginseng Pellet, while not top-tier among spirit medicines—it was inferior to the Immortal Fruit Elixir—was still a spirit medicine. The effects of spirit medicines far surpassed conventional drugs.
With the help of this herb, Wang Chen’s recovery processes would be exceptionally fast; a year was Zhang Yang's conservative estimate.
“That’s fine. Some enforced rest will do that boy good. Otherwise, even without this incident, he was bound to run into trouble later,” Long Cheng slowly nodded, and Su Zhantao, after a brief pause, immediately understood his implication.
Zhang Yang understood Long Cheng’s meaning even better. Wang Chen being confined to bed for six months meant he wouldn't be able to indulge with those girls; it was a forced period of abstinence for him.
Long Cheng was not wrong this time; Wang Chen had benefited from misfortune. Without this accident, if he had continued down his previous path, he surely would have encountered serious trouble within six months.
If the most severely injured, Wang Chen, was safe, Long Cheng felt even more assured about Li Ya and Huang Hai.
Their injuries were lighter than Wang Chen’s. If this accident were compared to an explosive detonation, Wang Chen was at ground zero, while Huang Hai and Li Ya were people hit by the blast wave nearby.
Their three vehicles had been separated; the individuals were entangled, making it impossible for their respective groups to cluster together.
“Old Long, excuse me, I need to step over there,” Cai Zheleing said, immediately moving away.
More people were arriving from outside, including several in police uniforms.
These were the leaders who had learned of the matter and rushed over. The hospital director was among them. As the primary organizer of the accident, Cai Zheleing couldn't avoid them.
Besides him, Gu Fang and Young Master Shi also walked over.
This wasn't a sign of reconciliation between Gu Fang and Cai Zheleing to help him; Gu Fang bore considerable responsibility for the incident himself. If he hadn't taken the lead in bringing people over to needle Cai Zheleing, this wouldn't have happened, and he would face significant trouble too.
Young Master Shi was in the same boat; since he was present and his cousin was injured, he couldn't escape accountability.
With the three young masters approaching together, those who had intended to demand accountability hesitated. The influence behind these three was considerable; confronting one might invite a lecture, but confronting all three meant they should just drop the matter. If they truly angered these three 'ancestors,' they would suffer the consequences.
The presence of the two others helped alleviate some pressure on Cai Zheleing. Upon learning that no fatalities had occurred, the newly arrived officials clearly breathed a collective sigh of relief.
No deaths meant the situation was salvageable; loss of life would have made things truly troublesome.
With so many people present, including several influential Shanghai scions, the director repeatedly guaranteed that he would exert his utmost effort to save the injured.
However, he hedged his words. If they couldn't save them, the patients would be transferred to the Municipal Hospital or other national-level facilities; he certainly wouldn't shoulder the ultimate burden himself—doing his best was his limit. Saving them would be merit; failing to save them, he couldn't afford the responsibility—the director was astute.
“Huang Hai’s family member!”
A nurse suddenly rushed out from inside, shouting toward the entrance.
Long Cheng gave a slight start and hurried over. Huang Hai’s family wouldn't be there; he had to temporarily fill the role of next-of-kin.
“Are you Huang Hai’s family member?”
The nurse glanced at Long Cheng. Long Cheng immediately nodded, explaining that his family was absent, he was a friend, and he would accept any responsibility.
The nurse didn’t press him further, had him sign a document, and then orderlies wheeled Huang Hai out on a stretcher, instructing him to stay in the special care ward before undergoing comprehensive checks tomorrow morning.
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