The woman’s demeanor suggested a strong familiarity with Zhang Yang. He wasn't wearing his white coat, instead dressed casually, yet this woman seemed to focus solely on him, completely overlooking the other doctors present. This was highly unusual.

“Madam, your child’s treatment cannot afford further delay. If you trust me, please sign here!”

Zhang Yang felt a slight awkwardness; he hadn't anticipated the parents agreeing so readily.

Usually, when faced with signing consent for a high-risk procedure, parents would hesitate significantly, fearing the worst possible outcome. This current risk was substantial. The parents had clearly been undecided moments before, and no one expected such a sudden shift in Zhang Yang’s attitude to prompt such a quick change.

“Sign it, dear! Come sign it quickly! We have a miracle doctor here; he’ll surely save our Xiaohui!”

The woman hastily wiped the tears from her face and called to the man beside her.

The man was also somewhat bewildered, unable to grasp why her attitude had reversed so dramatically just by seeing a young man.

“What are you waiting for? This is the miracle doctor who saved you last time! Without him, you’d be long gone!”

Seeing her husband hesitate, the woman called out again urgently. A look of shock flashed across the man’s face, followed by vigorous nodding.

“It’s you! It really is you! That’s wonderful! Divine Doctor, you must save Xiaohui, I beg you, you must save him!”

The man rushed over excitedly, snatched the clipboard from the nurse’s hand, and signed his name without even glancing at the document.

Their behavior only deepened the confusion among the onlookers.

Zhang Yang’s eyes widened just as much, but then a realization dawned on him. He finally understood why the couple looked so familiar; he had indeed met them before. It was during his last trip to Shanghai when he visited the exhibition center to look at cars and encountered a man who suddenly fainted from anemia. This man right here was the one he had saved. Zhang Yang had simply offered assistance on the spot and then forgotten about it.

As a doctor, Zhang Yang had casually saved numerous people; it was impossible to remember every single one. However, having met them before created a faint impression, hence the sense of familiarity.

Zhang Yang’s memory of them was vague, but the woman had etched Zhang Yang firmly into her mind. At the time her husband collapsed, they were frantic with worry, and she had been quite distraught. Later, after her husband recovered, they had tried to express their gratitude but couldn't find him—a regret they carried.

She certainly hadn't expected to run into Zhang Yang here. After her husband was taken to the hospital last time, the doctors had explicitly stated that without immediate intervention on site, he might not have survived his sudden, critical illness. Because of this, she reacted with such intense emotion upon meeting Zhang Yang; she trusted implicitly that he could save her son, just as he had saved her husband. In her eyes, Zhang Yang was a veritable miracle doctor.

Seeing the parents sign, Dr. Qu felt a slight easing of tension, though he remained puzzled. Now, however, was not the time to investigate these mysteries.

The gastric lavage equipment was ready. Performing this procedure under the current circumstances was incredibly risky. The patient had just had his bleeding stopped; any struggle could easily cause renewed bleeding, making subsequent hemostasis far more difficult. Furthermore, there were internal injuries—several fractured bones that could shift due to movement. Coupled with the internal bruising and other hazards, these factors were why they dared not force the lavage; the potential consequences were too severe for anyone to bear.

Shi Yan and Wang Lu carefully soothed the parents, while Zhang Yang and Dr. Qu returned to the resuscitation room. The parents no longer insisted on following them in; everyone understood the patient’s critical state required immediate treatment. Moreover, with Zhang Yang apparently leading the procedure, they were even more hesitant to interfere.

Gao Fei suddenly ran over, visibly relieved to see them. He then complained, “Shi Yan, you’re here! Why haven’t you left? All the other classmates are on the bus; we’re the only ones left, and the teacher sent us to fetch you!”

“You all go ahead. We have something urgent here. We’ll leave later,” Shi Yan said softly after a moment’s hesitation, shaking her head at Gao Fei.

Gao Fei frowned. “If you don’t leave, it will be difficult for us to report back to the teacher!” Given that this was a group activity, they needed to account for everyone who left and returned. They were students, many on their first trip to Shanghai, and the school feared they might get into trouble.

Shi Yan shook her head again. “We truly can’t leave. There’s an emergency patient. Please explain the situation to the teacher.”

Gao Fei appeared confused but eventually conceded. “Fine, I’ll tell the teacher. But you all need to hurry up, or it will reflect badly on our entire group. Oh, where is Zhang Yang?”

Their school group was missing four people: Shi Yan, Wang Lu, Yin Yong were here, meaning only Zhang Yang remained unaccounted for. Before Shi Yan and the others could answer, the door to the resuscitation room opened, and two nurses wheeled the child out. This room was unsuitable for the lavage; they needed to move to another location.

Zhang Yang followed closely behind. Gao Fei started to step forward to ask, but immediately restrained himself. Zhang Yang’s expression was intensely serious as he kept pace with the gurney. Behind him walked two doctors; every person emerging looked grim. Combined with the patient on the stretcher, Gao Fei understood this was no time for questions.

“Gao Fei, you go back first and explain the situation. We will report to the teacher when we return,” Shi Yan said to him after the stretcher had moved on. Following this, the rest of them moved along too.

Gao Fei stared at them in astonishment before finally turning and running off. He needed to explain their absence and ask for an excused absence for them so the rest of the group wouldn't have to wait. After handling that, he planned to return, intensely curious about what was happening.

The nurses wheeled the gurney directly into another room, and Shi Yan and the others followed this time.

A gastric lavage machine, tubing, saline solution, and other necessary equipment were already set up there. The parents were kept outside, as this stage was not appropriate for them to witness.

“Zhang Yang, you must be certain. Forcing a gastric lavage is genuinely dangerous!” Dr. Qu whispered to Zhang Yang once everything was prepared.

“I understand, don’t worry. I have confidence,” Zhang Yang grinned, then fell silent. He instructed the nurses to finalize preparations and then took out his silver needles, inserting more than a dozen into the child’s body. After inserting them, he flicked each needle so they vibrated continuously.

Once he finished these steps, the nurses confirmed their readiness. Zhang Yang took the nasogastric tube and inserted it into the child’s mouth himself. During the lavage, any sudden, large movements had to be avoided, so he had to perform this part personally.

As the lavage began, Dr. Qu and Dr. Wang became visibly tense. Dr. Wang even felt a pang of regret for agreeing to let an intern perform this procedure. If something went wrong, Zhang Yang couldn't escape responsibility, but the hospital couldn't entirely absolve itself either, as the incident occurred on their premises. But it was too late now; with the lavage underway, he could only pray Zhang Yang wasn't boasting and gambling with his own career, that he truly had a method.

“Ugh, ugh!”

The child reacted immediately as water entered his stomach. Dr. Qu clenched his fists tightly. The child was retching, but his body remained still. The greatest fear was that he would suddenly struggle or thrash. If he stayed still, the danger level would drop significantly. If the body didn't move, a lavage generally posed little risk unless there was severe stomach bleeding or a major internal injury.

After pouring in the fluid, Zhang Yang gently rotated the child’s body. As his body turned, everyone in the room’s eyes snapped wide open. When the child’s torso moved, nothing else on his frame seemed to shift. This bizarre phenomenon was terrifying, as if the entire person were floating. Everyone knew that a human body is pliable; without external support, turning it would inevitably cause distortion. This child’s body remained as rigid as a piece of wood, showing no change. Once his body was turned over, he expelled the fluid just poured in. Zhang Yang immediately began the next cycle. The child had ingested too much cold medicine and required multiple rounds for thorough cleansing.

Zhang Yang proceeded this way, carefully maneuvering the child’s body, completing seven or eight rinsing cycles. He only stopped when the fluid the child vomited up was completely clear.

This gastric lavage was complete—successfully completed. Zhang Yang wiped the sweat from his brow and broke into a wide smile. Everyone possesses an innate reaction; even unconscious, the body will fight against discomfort. A lavage is profoundly unpleasant, forcing water into the stomach only to have it expelled—the agony is unimaginable. During such distress, the natural response is to struggle against it. For an uninjured person, this might be manageable, but for a severely injured child, any struggle would spell disaster. This was the primary reason for Dr. Qu and the others’ anxiety.

While performing the lavage, Zhang Yang continuously channeled his internal energy throughout the child’s body—partly to alleviate the pain, and partly to prevent his body from moving erratically. This required his internal energy to permeate the entirety of the child’s frame, a vast surface area. In the past, he couldn't have achieved this; only with his enhanced internal energy and increased power could he manage it now. Naturally, without this level of certainty, Zhang Yang would never have dared to forcefully pursue the lavage, subjecting the patient to greater danger.

“Lavage complete. Prepare for the operating room immediately; this child is not yet out of danger!” Zhang Yang said softly after wiping his sweat.

Dr. Qu, Dr. Wang, and the others stared at Zhang Yang in astonishment. It was over? They hadn't expected Zhang Yang to finish the lavage so swiftly, as if it were as simple as finishing a meal. Only after hearing Zhang Yang’s words did they remember: the child was indeed not out of the danger zone. The lavage was only the first step in neutralizing the drug poisoning, not the final solution. They immediately instructed the nurses to take the child to the operating room; they needed to participate in that surgery as well.

Shi Yan and Wang Lu were even more dumbfounded. They had managed to ascertain the full situation. Upon learning the depth of the child’s trouble, their first thought was how they, as future doctors, would handle such a complex situation should they ever face it.

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This chapter covers yesterday’s guaranteed minimum update; I’m catching up on that now, and will now begin compensating for the hundred-chapter bonus updates. According to the normal schedule, today, the fifth, I should have added ten bonus chapters. I currently only have five. Including today’s writing, I still owe five more bonus chapters. Xiao Yu will continue to work hard and aims to complete them all today to catch up on the schedule.