Chapter 14 — Emergency Night Watchman

Truong Phong stood there dumbfounded. It wasn't until he saw the blood pressure on the monitor start to increase again that he woke up from a dream:
“Are you okay?”
“It's okay.” My voice is very light.
“Oh my god…” He held his forehead, leaning his whole body against the wall.
Tieu Lam wiped her tears. Twelve minutes later, Phuong Chinh Thanh came running. When he rushed in, the pregnant woman's blood pressure was 85 over 50, her heart rate dropped to 130, and the incision basically stopped bleeding. Phuong Chinh Thanh glanced at the monitor, then looked at the empty rFVIIa tube on the infusion stand. Then look at me. I stood next to the bed, the front of my blouse stained with blood, my face probably not much better. He said nothing. Go to the bedside and examine again, look at the blood gas and coagulation results. Then he turned around and said to Truong Phong: "The plan is not a problem. The time to use rFVIIa is very good. Ten minutes earlier, she is still in the stage of increased fibrinolysis, the drug's effectiveness will be eliminated; ten minutes later, the person will have stopped going into cardiac arrest. Stuck right in this window..." He looked at me.
“Who judges the timing?”
Truong Phong honestly pointed at me. Phuong Chinh Thanh nodded, without any unnecessary expression.
“Shen Yen.”
"Have."
"You're not on duty tonight. Why are you here?"
“… Working overtime to edit the thesis.”
“Is the thesis edited yet?”
"Not yet."
“Fix it and then go.”
Then he sat down behind the nurse's station and began flipping through the woman's medical records. As if nothing had happened. But I know. He knows what I did. You're using your way of telling me—do it right. At five o'clock in the morning, the mother's condition was completely stable. Recheck the five coagulation indexes: fibrinogen increased to 1.2 grams per liter, PT from unmeasurable decreased to 25 seconds, platelets, although still low, did not drop further. When her husband was allowed in to visit, a twenty-eight or twenty-nine year old boy, his knees bent, knelt directly in front of me.
“Doctor…” His nose and tears were all over his face, “Thank you… thank you for saving her… I can't be without mom…”
I pulled him to his feet.
"She's very resilient. She can fend for herself."
When he stood up, he squeezed my hand and didn't let go, his knuckles turning white.
"Doctor, what's your name? I have to remember you. I will miss you all my life."
“Shen Yen.”
“Tham Yen… Doctor Tham…” He repeated several times, as if afraid he would forget.
I withdrew my hand.
"Go in with her. She'll want to see you when she wakes up."
He nodded and cried as he entered the hospital room. I turned around and went back to the duty room. The thesis is still open on the computer. The cursor stopped at the end of the third paragraph, blinking for a long time. I sat down, put my hands on the keyboard. Hands are still shaking. 【Chapter 9】 December thirteenth. Official fast route capacity announced. All the attending doctors in the hospital were in an uproar. Three positions—one in the Cardiology Department, one in the Orthopedics Department, and one in the Emergency Department. The name in the Emergency Department: Tham Yen. The notice board was crowded with people. As I passed by, I didn't stop, but I still heard people talking behind me.
"Is that a first-year retraining doctor? That's too fast, isn't it?"
“People are personally guided by Director Phuong.”
“I heard that Chu Yen Binh, Department of Cardiovascular Surgery, is also supporting her…”
"Not just supportive, she's really good. Have you heard about the DIC pregnant woman?"
“I heard it, I heard it at that time hanging by a thread of hair…”
The sound gradually left me behind. I don't care what others say. What I care about is—if I get this slot, I will have the right to prescribe in the second half of next year. What does it mean to have the right to prescribe? That means I don't need to beg other people to sign it anymore. That means when I see the countdown, I can directly give orders, directly operate, and directly save people. No need to jump the hierarchy, no need to sign for me, no need to be strangled by the question "What does a rebellious doctor like you rely on?" This is what I want the most. That night, it was rare that I didn't work overtime. I stayed at the dormitory and had a bowl of noodles, preparing to have a good night's rest. The phone rang. Chu Yen Binh.
“Busy?”
“Not busy. Brother Chu, what's the matter?"
“I've seen the first draft of the thesis, it's not bad. The statistics part has a few small problems, I'll fix it tomorrow at the office. Also—congratulations, the fast track has been announced.”
"Thank."
“Don't thank me, you have the ability yourself.” He paused for a moment, "Phuong Chinh Thanh called me today."
“What content?”
“He said he wanted to ask her to break the rules and attend the national first aid conference in March next year to make a poster. Bromadiolone poisoning case plus your thesis data.”
National conference. Doctor returns to present?
“Is this… too soon?”
“Phuong Chinh Thanh feels it's not early.” Chu Yen Binh's voice was very calm, "His original text was—'It's time to let people in the world know there is this person.'"
I clenched my chopsticks and said nothing. Phuong Chinh Thanh is paving the road. It wasn't just a fast track in the hospital—he was pushing me into academia. Continuing on this path, after completing the training, staying directly in the hospital, having a permanent position, working as a specialist is no longer an unrealistic thought.