Chapter 10 — When I Left The Consultation, The Whole Hospital Was Panic

Exactly three o'clock in the afternoon. The shadowless lights in the operating room simultaneously lit up. The atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. It was as if the entire space had been sucked clean of oxygen. I changed into a dark blue sterile surgical gown. Wear a mask. Wear gloves. The whole body is covered tightly. Only his calm and sharp eyes were visible above the mask. Before the surgery begins. I spent exactly ten minutes meeting with the team I chose. On the big screen. I present the entire treatment plan. A combined plasma exchange plan. Shock therapy with high-dose immunoglobulin. And the targeted immune cell purification technique that I researched myself. A technique that has never been published before. Also the strongest card in my hand. After listening. The entire meeting room fell silent. There was a look of surprise on everyone's faces. Even the most experienced anesthesiologist. Or an instrument nurse who has undergone countless major surgeries. At this moment, I couldn't hide my shock. Because this plan is too bold. One could even say crazy. A young doctor in the group, also the most promising young doctor in the department, finally couldn't help but speak up.

“Miss Lam…”

“This plan is too risky.”

“If an error occurs during the immune purification process…”

“It is very possible that the patient's immune system will completely collapse.”

I looked at him. The voice was calm but full of weight.

“With current treatments.”

“The boy's survival rate is 0%.”

“And my plan.”

“There is still at least a 30% chance.”

The whole room immediately fell silent. I continue.

“From now on.”

“All doubts in your mind must be dismissed.”

“What you need to do is not doubt me.”

“It's about trusting me.”

“And execute every command I give you exactly.”

My eyes scanned each person in turn. That absolute confidence makes it impossible for anyone to refute. Everyone nodded simultaneously. I held out my hand. The voice rang out in the quiet operating room. The sharp blade cuts through the first layer of skin. The battle of life and death has officially begun. Right when holding the knife. All the distracting thoughts in my head disappeared. The brain quickly enters a state of absolute concentration. A state that doctors often call "professional flow." There is no more outside world. There are no more previous grudges. There are no more injustices that happened before. I have only one thing left in front of me. Every move I make is extremely precise. All operations are as seamless as flowing water. There is not even a single redundant movement. The people standing around to support gradually looked blankly. They know my technique is very good. But I never thought I could reach such a level. It no longer feels like surgery. It's like witnessing a work of art being completed little by little. Time passes minute by minute. Outside the operating room. In the observation area. Director Tran and his wife stood next to the large glass. It's like two statues that have lost their souls. Lady Tran cried until she almost fainted. There must be a nurse to help you sit down in a chair. And director Tran. Both hands clenched into fists. Finger joints turn white. His eyes from beginning to end were locked on me. Including bridges wish. And the last ray of hope. It's the third hour of surgery. The most dangerous event has finally occurred.

“Doctor Lam!”

“The patient's blood pressure is dropping rapidly!”

“Heart rate dropped to forty!”

The anesthesiologist's voice suddenly became panicked. The warning sound on the monitor screen continuously sounded. The heart's electrical circuit begins to fluctuate violently. Then almost pull it into a straight line.

“Vibration!”

“The patient has ventricular fibrillation!”

The nurse's voice began to choke. The atmosphere in the operating room was immediately tense like a guitar string. But I'm still so calm it's scary.

“Electroshock machine.”

“Prepare the Adrenaline.”

The order was given decisively. There was not a second of hesitation. This is the most dangerous complication that I had predicted before. The peak of the Cytokine storm. When the immune system launches its final attack on the patient's own body.

“Prepare for electric shock.”

“300 Joules.”

“Recharge.”

“Get away!”

I held the defibrillator. Pressing hard on Tran Vu's chest. The boy's small body bounced up and then fell down. Everyone held their breath looking at the screen. But the electrocardiogram remains almost unchanged.

“Increase capacity.”

In the operating room. They all felt their hearts jump into their throats. Sweat ran down both sides of my temples. Wet the whole mask. But the hand holding the electric shock machine is still as steady as steel. Second electric shock. The whole room was silent. Then suddenly. The heart's electrical circuit appears to fluctuate. Although very weak. But resurrected.

“Sinus rhythm restored!”

The anesthesiologist almost screamed with joy. A collective sigh of relief echoed throughout the room. But my eyebrows are still furrowed. Because I know. This is just the beginning. The real battle is still behind.

“Prepare the purification system.”

“Implement plan B.”

I commanded in a low voice. Plan B. It's my secret technique that has never been published. I have to find the crazy immune cells among the billions of cells in the body. Eliminate "rebels" who are attacking internal organs. At the same time, retain "allies" that are still able to protect the body. This is like precision sniping in the middle of a chaotic battlefield. Just one glass wrong. Everything will end. I bent over the microscope. Controls ducts smaller than a strand of hair. Perform sophisticated operations that are beyond imagination. It's not just a technical challenge. It is also an extreme test of physical strength and will. Time gradually loses its meaning. The staff in the operating room has changed several times. But I still stood there. Like a tireless war god. The assistants repeatedly wanted to speak up and tell me to rest. But when I saw those eyes burning with concentration. No one dared to open their mouth. Because everyone understands. This time. Lam So Ha is not just performing a surgery. She's betting it all. Pride. And the justice she has been waiting for for the past two months.