Chapter 4
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The ER overflowed with victims, and all off-duty doctors were called in. As director of the medical examination center, I coordinated beds and resources.
"Cardiac arrest in Zone C, Bed 3! We need a CCU transfer stat!"
"Blood bank emergency! We're critically low on O-negative!"
"Dr. Wang's still in surgery, and we've got an open fracture that can't wait!"
Information bombarded me from all sides as I stood at the dispatch desk, firing off instructions with machine-like precision.
Just then, a nurse rushed over, her face ashen. "Dr. Shaw! Pregnant woman in bed 13 is hemorrhaging and going into shock! Dr. Liu is stuck in traffic!"
I sprinted to the bedside.
The woman was already slipping into unconsciousness, her vitals crashing.
There was no time to think. My training kicked in automatically.
Though I now directed the health examination center, I'd studied surgery in medical school and absorbed countless emergency techniques under my father's guidance.
While ordering the nurse to establish an IV line, I placed my hands on specific pressure points on the woman's abdomen and began a precise sequence of taps and presses.
"Quick! Three fingers above the ulnar styloid process—the Guanyuan point! Apply pressure with this technique to stop the bleeding! This is the 'Shaw hemostasis technique'! Hurry!"
In the heat of the moment, I'd blurted it out.
This was my father's unique emergency technique—simple yet effective—but after his death, it had been forgotten.
The bleeding slowed, then stopped. The woman's vitals began to stabilize.
I exhaled with relief and straightened up, only to meet a pair of inquisitive eyes.
Lucas Reed, a surgeon fresh from the OR, stood nearby with furrowed brows.
His eyes brimmed with recognition and curiosity.
Lucas Reed...
I remembered him—another of my father's students who came after Julian. Principled but awkward, not particularly brilliant back then.
After my father died, he'd left the hospital.
Now, unexpectedly, he'd returned.
Seeing that look of recognition in his eyes, my heart plummeted.
Had I just blown my cover?
