Chapter 8 — When I Left The Consultation, The Whole Hospital Was Panic

And the debt that those people still owe me. I gently closed my eyes. The corners of the lips slowly curled up. A cold smile that had never appeared on my face before. Because I know. From this moment. Everything has just begun. The prelude to the counterattack... It finally sounded. The next morning. The heavy rain has passed. The sunlight penetrated the thick clouds, covering the whole city with a layer of pale yellow light. 7:50 a.m. I appeared on time in front of the Surgery Department building of the First People's Hospital. On his body is a simple white shirt. Neat black pants. Outside, he wore a blouse that had been ironed without a single wrinkle. The familiar pair of rimless glasses rests on the bridge of the nose. Behind that glass. My eyes were calm but sharp. Like a blade that has been sharpened after a long period of dormancy. My appearance was like a stone thrown into a still lake. In just a blink of an eye, countless ripples were created. Previous colleagues even deliberately avoided me. At this time, they all stopped walking without an appointment. All eyes turned to me. And also shy. The sound of rapid chatter rang out behind him.

“Isn't that Dr. Lam?”

“Why is she wearing a blouse?”

“Haven't you heard the news?”

"Headmaster Tran's son is not going to survive."

"I heard that last night, Director Tran even knelt down and begged Dr. Lam to come back."

“Is it real or fake?”

“A dean kneels down and begs someone else?”

“That sounds unbelievable.”

“Who knows.”

“But looking at this situation…”

“Doctor Lam is really ready to return.”

I pretended I didn't hear it. Just walk straight towards the ICU. Every step is steady. No hesitation. Director Tran was waiting outside the hospital room early. He changed into clean clothes. But the haggard look on his face and his bloodshot eyes from staying awake still couldn't be hidden. Just saw me. He immediately stepped forward. The attitude is completely different from before. No longer majestic. No more arrogance. Only reserve and ingratiation remain. He instinctively called my name. But immediately realized that was inappropriate. Hastily corrected:

“Doctor Lam.”

“Tieu Vu…”

“This morning the boy went into cardiac arrest again.”

Speaking of this. His voice choked. His eyes turned red again.

“The latest inspection reports are inside.”

“I have already spoken to Principal Vuong's side.”

“He agreed to all of your requests.”

“This is a power of attorney.”

He gave me a file. Below is the bright red seal of the dean. Highest authority. I take it. Didn't even open it. Just take it with your hand and push open the ICU door to enter. Inside the hospital room. Almost all of the hospital's department heads and leading experts were present. The air was so heavy that it made people suffocate. On every face, fatigue and helplessness were clearly visible. When he saw me come in. Everyone was stunned at the same time. Chatter immediately arose.

“Lin So Ha?”

“She's back?”

“Didn't you withdraw from the consultation?”

“Can Director Tran really invite her back?”

I don't care. There was also no intention of greeting anyone. Go directly to the hospital bed. Tran Vu lay quietly on it. His face was as white as paper. The whole body is filled with wires and tubes. Tracker Next to it, faint rhythmic alarm sounds were constantly emitted. Each sound was like the countdown of the boy's life. I picked up the medical records. Quickly view all test results. From blood tests. Immune index. CT scan results. Up to the entire treatment process over the past few days. My brain operates at extremely high speed. It's like a sophisticated computer is analyzing thousands of data at the same time. A few minutes later. I closed the file. Start checking for Tran Vu yourself. Check nerve reflexes. Observe for signs of bleeding. Every move is precise and decisive. There aren't any extra movements. That absolute calm made the whole room gradually quiet. I stood up straight. Calmly open your mouth.

“Previous diagnoses were wrong.”

The whole ICU immediately fell silent. That sentence was like a bomb exploding in the middle of the room. All experts present are leaders in their fields. But what I just said was like slapping all of them in the face. A head of the Respiratory Department with white hair couldn't help but speak up.

“Doctor Lam.”

“We held consultations many times before reaching this conclusion.”

“How could it be wrong?”

I turned my head to look at him. Calm eyes. Then point to the lung CT film hanging on the screen.

“The patient's problem is not in the hematological system.”

“It's in the immune system.”

“This is not simple Hemophagocytosis.”

“This is a secondary immune storm triggered by an extremely rare autoimmune disease.”

The room immediately heard the sound of cold air. I continue.

“Your current treatment regimen is still using high doses of immunosuppressants to suppress the immune response.”

“On the surface it seems reasonable.”

“But that's just treating the tip, not the root.”

“Not only does it not solve the real cause.”

“But it is also accelerating the rate of depletion of normal immune cells in the patient's body.”

"The reason why Tran Vu's condition deteriorated so quickly."

“Part of the reason comes from this incorrect treatment direction.”