"Her, she has a nickname, or a courtesy name, called Yue Liang." The man turned around and said. "How do you know?" Chang Yuncheng looked at him.

Chang Yunqi smiled faintly. "I just know." he said.

Chang Yuncheng looked at him without speaking.

Yue Liang...

He turned around and looked at the group of people walking in the opposite direction.

They were chatting and laughing merrily. "Come on, let me see..." "Really? Yue Liang became famous as soon as she got to Nanyun?" "A tiger father doesn't have a dog daughter; with Doctor Qi here, how could Qi Yue be any less..." Qi Yue! Qi Yue! Yue Liang! One person! The same person! Chang Yuncheng hastened his steps to follow them.

The corridor was crowded with people coming and going; he couldn't see anything else.

His entire focus was on the few people in front of him—going upstairs, coming down, the elevator, entering the door.

Father Qi sat down and took out his reading glasses. "Take a look." Huang Ying spread the newspaper in front of him, pointing excitedly with her finger, "...saved a severely injured farmer..." Father Qi put on his glasses, smiled, and looked, then burst out laughing. "Little Huang, this is just a soft advertisement for that enterprise..." he said. "Uncle, what's wrong with a soft ad? Then why aren't other people featured in soft ads?" Huang Ying countered, "Opportunity only favors the prepared.

Yue Liang, she is the kind of person who can seize opportunities anywhere, anytime." Father Qi shook his head and chuckled.

Huang Ying laughed too.

The call bell rang, and she quickly gathered her things. "Uncle, please take a good look.

I specifically got the Nanyun Provincial newspaper for Auntie to see too when you go back," she said.

Father Qi waved his hand. "Go on, go on," he said.

Huang Ying walked out smiling, only to bump into a man standing awkwardly just outside the door, startling her.

Chang Yuncheng stepped aside.

Huang Ying glanced at him; she remembered this ill-mannered man, felt too lazy to respond, and hurried away.

Inside the room, Father Qi removed his glasses, tapped the desk, put his glasses back on, and looked seriously at the newspaper, occasionally smiling faintly. "This girl..." he murmured, shaking his head, his expression filled with deep satisfaction.

The door was then tapped twice.

Was a patient here? Father Qi put down the newspaper, straightened his posture, and called out, "Please come in." A man dressed simply in black clothes and a white shirt walked in.

His features were handsome, his bearing upright, very pleasing to the eye.

He bowed upon entering and looked up, his faint smile modest and appropriate. "Hello." Before Father Qi could speak, the man spoke first, "Are you Doctor Qi?" Without waiting for Father Qi's reply, he took something from his pocket and offered it with both hands. "This is my ID card," he said.

Huh? Father Qi accepted it, slightly stunned. "Young man, an ID card isn't needed to see a doctor..." he said. "I am not here to see a doctor." Chang Yuncheng smiled faintly and said, "I'd like to ask you about someone." At the Nanzhai Township Health Center, on an early winter afternoon, the office phone rang like a shell blast, waking up the old man napping against the wall, basking in the sun. "Hello?" the cook and gatekeeper answered the phone. "Health Center." "County Hospital, I need Doctor Qi," came an anxious voice from the other end. "Doctor Qi is out in the villages," the gatekeeper replied. "Why is there no cell signal?" the voice yelled over the phone. "Hurry up and find her! The ambulance is already on its way; we need Doctor Qi for a surgery!" This was the first time the gatekeeper had ever answered such a call since the township health center was established. "She went to Tian Tai Village.

Some parts there don't have signal.

I'll try calling from the village secretary's house," he said cheerfully. "Faster, faster, faster!" the person on the phone shouted, practically trying to reach through the line.

The gatekeeper chuckled.

Sometimes, the township health center was just as frantic when calling the county hospital for emergency backup, urging for an ambulance or a doctor.

It felt quite good to be the one rushing others for once.

The call was quickly connected.

Upon hearing it was a life-or-death situation, the village secretary immediately turned on the loudspeaker and shouted. "Emergency surgery?" Qi Yue, hearing the heavily accented words blaring from the loudspeaker, didn't immediately understand.

It took someone to translate before she grasped the situation. "Quick, you take the car first and go meet the ambulance from the County Hospital," the director instructed.

Qi Yue nodded and quickly got into the car with the driver.

The car bumped along as it sped out of the village.

An hour later, the ambulance arrived at the hospital but couldn't get in.

Seeing the throng of people blocking the hospital gate, Qi Yue grew anxious. "What happened here?" she asked. "It was the car accident from last night.

The patient was critical when brought in.

After monitoring overnight, the brain injury is too severe.

The hospital suggested a transfer, and the family initially agreed, but for some reason, they changed their minds this morning.

The provincial specialists won't arrive until tonight, so we had no choice but to call Doctor Qi...

What is all this commotion?" the ambulance driver asked, confused.

He blared the siren again, but it had no effect on the gathered crowd. "Move aside, everyone! We're rushing to save a life!" the driver shouted loudly.

Qi Yue also jumped out and tried to push her way through the crowd. "I am a doctor! Make way!" she shouted. "What saving lives! This black-hearted hospital is harming people!" someone yelled.

Accompanying this shout, the crowd became even more agitated.

A white banner with black characters was raised higher, and Qi Yue, who was trying to push forward, was instantly surrounded.

The ambulance driver was startled and quickly rushed forward to intervene. "...This is Doctor Qi, the one who needs to get inside for surgery! Hurry up and move aside, or the person really won't be saved!" he shouted loudly.

Hearing this, the noisy crowd quieted down slightly.

Two figures in the back of the crowd exchanged a look. "Lies! Didn't they say they were transferring the patient? Why is a doctor here now? They are deceiving us!" "Why couldn't they treat him earlier but can now? Are they trying to cheat money?" "The person is already dead, what's the use of calling a doctor!" Someone shouted loudly.

These voices agitated the surrounding crowd once more, and they surged toward Qi Yue, bombarding her with questions demanding an explanation.

Seeing the crowd surge forward, the ambulance driver grew scared and instinctively pushed back, trying to make them step away.

In his panic, his movement was a bit too forceful, and an elderly woman stumbled and fell to the ground. "They hit someone!" she shrieked, writhing on the ground.

This incident caused the crowd to explode again. "Beat them!" A chorus of shouts erupted, and spurred by this provocation, someone nearby acted impulsively and threw a punch.

The ambulance driver and Qi Yue instinctively dodged sideways, but the fist never landed.

A tall figure appeared from nowhere and from some time past, blocking the descending blow. "Damn it...

that meddling bastard..." The man, blocked, immediately erupted in curses.

Before the curse finished, he felt a wave of dizziness and was sent flying.

Upon landing, he realized the pain was gnawing at his bones, and he howled while clutching his arm.

This sudden event stunned the noisy crowd into silence.

The wailing old woman on the ground also stopped making noise. "Let's go," the man said, stepping forward. "They hit someone!" The stunned crowd snapped back to attention and shouted again.

This time, the shouts contained a little more genuine emotion than the last.

The people all around menacingly surged forward.

Qi Yue and the ambulance driver instinctively stopped in their tracks, only to see the man in front effortlessly sweeping people aside with left and right motions.

His movements appeared casual, but anyone he touched fell to the ground, unable to rise.

After a few exchanges, everyone realized this man was truly acting and possessed real skill.

A path was finally cleared. "Go on, I'll handle things here," the man said.

Qi Yue said thank you and rushed inside.

The doctors who had been hiding inside saw Qi Yue rushing in and quickly pulled her through the glass door. "Car accident, forty-five years old, low blood pressure, left femoral fracture, extensive subdural hematoma, cerebral herniation, cerebral contusion..." The receiving surgeon reported the condition without a single extraneous word.

Qi Yue nodded, listening while sprinting toward the operating room.

As she entered the door, she glanced back.

That person, was he a hospital security guard? The man at the entrance had also come into the hospital but had turned around, his back to her, facing the crowd gathered outside.

She could only see his tall silhouette; his face was hidden.

Qi Yue ran into the elevator, and the doors closed.

The operating room lights finally illuminated.

Meanwhile, police sirens wailed outside, and five or six police cars rushed over.

The police officers, treating the scene with high alert, paused when they saw the situation.

It was supposed to be a public disturbance, so why were so many people lying on the ground? And standing before the hospital entrance was a single man, slowly tapping something like a baton in his hand.

Beside him and behind him stood seven or eight security guards, all looking at the scene around them with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, like startled chicks.

This was a scene that perfectly described 'one man holds the pass, ten thousand dare not advance.' "Who are you?" The police officer approached, looking at the man.

The man looked at the officer, then reached into his pocket and handed over an ID card.

Truly an earnest child...

The officer felt somewhat at a loss.

He hadn't explicitly asked for the ID card, and besides, that line sounded more like something from Hong Kong or Taiwan films.

It was truly rare for someone to present their ID as their very first action. "Why did you hit people?" The officer, holding the ID, had no choice but to change his line of questioning.

The man didn't speak, merely reached into his pocket again and handed over another document.

There was more? What was this one? The officer took it.

Central Guard Regiment....

The officer's hand trembled, nearly dropping the document.

Time ticked by minute by minute in the operating room. "Doctor Qi, we have bleeding..." The assistant whispered low.

Almost everyone saw the surgical field suddenly flood with blood. "Suction," Qi Yue commanded.

As the suction machine whirred, the blood flow decreased, but the effect was not significant. "Blood pressure is extremely unstable," came the anesthesiologist's report.

The atmosphere in the operating room grew tense. "Doctor Qi, what do we do?" someone asked softly.

Qi Yue remained silent.

She had encountered this situation before—the time her father's surgery had gone awry.

Back then, she wasn't qualified to be on the main table, only assisting.

It was the same scenario then...

The patient ended up paralyzed post-operation. "It's alright," Qi Yue said, her voice calm, her hands steady.

In a lifetime of medicine, nothing is ever perfectly smooth.

Challenges will arise, difficulties will be faced, and naturally, failure is inevitable.

What is there to fear? Give it your utmost effort, maintain a clear conscience, do what you can, and leave the rest to fate.

There is nothing frightening about that.

Her composure brought some reassurance to her assistant, and though the atmosphere was tense in the operating room, it was not unsettled.

When morning light streamed into the corridor, the operating room light finally went out, and the door opened.

The patient was wheeled out.

Qi Yue removed her mask and noticed the sunlight in the corridor. "Is it morning already?" she murmured. "Eight hours," the other doctors said.

Everyone's voice was thick with fatigue, but their eyes held relief.

Many people rushed to the corridor upon hearing the news. "How is it?" the director asked, his voice trembling.

Qi Yue smiled at him and made an 'OK' gesture.

Everyone immediately let out a sigh of relief. "That's good," said a police officer who had been standing nearby. "The matter has been investigated.

Because the vehicle responsible for the accident was not apprehended, the injured person's relatives feared no one would cover the medical expenses.

So, under the orchestration of certain parties, they caused a disturbance at the hospital to shift the blame and secure compensation.

Don't worry, we will handle this matter strictly and will not let these professional 'medical protestors' go." "Doctor Qi, oh Doctor Qi, thank you, thank you," the director said, shaking Qi Yue's hand excitedly.

Regardless of intention, whether deliberate or accidental, as long as the patient lived, it was ultimately the best outcome and the most advantageous evidence. "Thankfully, thankfully we made it in time.

If it had been a little later, it would have been impossible," Qi Yue remarked.

Thinking of that tall figure who shielded her and rushed in, she felt...

If thanks were due, perhaps they should be given to that security guard. "Doctor Qi, your quarters are arranged.

You should go rest now," someone suggested.

Qi Yue nodded.

An eight-hour surgery was extremely draining; she truly felt she couldn't hold on much longer.

The elevator doors opened, and Qi Yue, heading toward the dormitory, abruptly stopped.

In the lobby, a man stood looking at her. "Qi Yue Niang," he called out.

Qi Yue felt a buzzing in her head.

Chang Yuncheng stood before her, smiling faintly. "You silly woman, you almost got beaten up while I was gone for a moment!" he said. "What would you do without me around!" Happy Birthday to dear sugar0821.

Also, no update tonight, nor tomorrow morning.

Please check back tonight~ Just returned from the hospital, exhausted and unable to write.

RS