Famous Among Top Surgeons in the 90s-Chapter 2026: A Chill Runs Through
Just as the words fell, the door swung open with a bang, and someone rushed in from outside like a whirlwind.
"Doctor Song." Hearing the noise at the door, Xie Wanying called out to report her and the patient’s location.
With a quick turn, Song Xueling shut the door, tossed down the briefcase slung over his shoulder, and dashed straight to the bathroom upon hearing her voice.
Seeing more help arriving, the color slowly returned to Li Xiaobing’s previously pale face as she asked, "How is he back?"
"Doctor Song was initially called back to the hospital, but he didn’t go far. I called him to return," said Xie Wanying.
"What’s going to happen at the hospital?" Li Xiaobing asked.
Senior Xiaobing was so good, always remembering that she is a doctor, and at this moment her first concern was the patient. The other two were deeply moved upon hearing this.
"Doctor Song. Let’s carry Senior Xiaobing into the room first," Xie Wanying proposed as the first step in their strategy.
The bathroom was damp and narrow, making any action inconvenient.
Pregnant women are heavy. Xie Wanying alone could not carry her completely, especially since the senior’s condition required her not to move at all; it’s better if someone helped to lift. Thus, calling Doctor Song back was necessary.
"Alright." Song Xueling responded.
"Senior, you mustn’t move; we’ll lift you," Xie Wanying instructed the patient.
Li Xiaobing dared not move at all, feeling the liquid continuously flowing beneath her, which made her so nervous she was near suffocation.
Both hands placed under Senior’s armpits, Xie Wanying lifted the upper body of the pregnant woman. Song Xueling was responsible for lifting the legs. The two worked together to quickly move the pregnant woman to the nearest room.
Safely lying on the bed, Li Xiaobing knew she might have had a premature rupture of membranes, and what was flowing underneath should be amniotic fluid. She tightly grasped Junior Xie Wanying’s wrist, unable to suppress the tremor in her voice, she asked, "How is the baby?"
Senior’s breathing was a bit rapid, with large beads of sweat clinging to her forehead. Xie Wanying grabbed a towel nearby to wipe the hot sweat off Senior’s head: "Senior, relax a bit, slow down your breathing rhythm. I’m here with Doctor Song, there’s nothing to fear."
For Li Xiaobing, it was impossible to be completely unafraid. As a doctor herself, she was aware of what dire circumstances she and the baby were likely in, her eyes brimmed with tears as she said, "Yingying, I just had an ultrasound a few days ago. The baby isn’t in the head-down position; it’s in a breech position."
In principle, breech positions require a cesarean section for safety. Let alone when a premature rupture of membranes occurs, a breech position surely demands a cesarean section.
Upon hearing the pregnant woman disclose the fetal position, the hearts of the two young doctors skipped a beat, feeling a bit like the chilly wind outside was blowing in.
Song Xueling placed his hands on the pregnant woman’s belly to feel the fetus, to ensure the mother hadn’t mistaken. The more he felt, the more this leisurely, artistic type couldn’t help but frown like an old man.
No wonder the pregnant woman herself had said she wanted to go to the hospital early to prepare for delivery. It’s unclear what’s happening in Guoxie’s obstetrics department, but in Li Xiaobing’s case, perhaps they should have made plans sooner. It’s probably the same old issue—insufficient hospital beds, forcing less critical patients to be sent home, reserving beds for the most severe cases. Actually, the obstetrics department does treat their hospital colleagues quite well, having agreed that Li Xiaobing could be admitted early even if no complications arose before her due date. But who could have foreseen this sudden emergency?
