Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 976: Chapter 976 Cerebral Hemorrhage

Director Xu returned to the emergency room with two interns, smiling. The atmosphere here was completely different from elsewhere.

The mood shifted immediately, bringing a sense of urgency. Even though the nurses and doctors didn’t seem intimidating as they walked, their speed was deceptively fast, unassuming yet efficient.

The fluid, seamless pace was astonishing! What was even more surprising was that as soon as they entered the emergency room, Director Xu was fully immersed in his work, too busy to take care of the two interns.

"Director Xu, there was a severe accident at the fireworks factory. The critically injured will arrive in ten minutes. But the current patient comes from a workplace accident at a machinery factory. A worker had his hand crushed by a machine, his right arm severed on the spot. Only four fingers were recovered, while the thumb’s whereabouts are still unknown. Surgery is being arranged quickly with consultation from surgical experts." The attending doctor on duty in the ER reported to Director Xu, going through their standard procedure.

Director Xu was the guiding force of operations here.

"Take me to see him," he said.

Director Xu could already imagine how serious the injuries of this patient must be.

Suddenly, he remembered—there were still two interns standing there.

"What are you two standing around for? Join the rescue operation! Didn’t you hear? Ten minutes left—get prepared now!"

Bai Xiao and He Xin were jolted back to reality.

Hearing about the new interns, a nearby nurse immediately smiled and greeted them, "Dr. Bai, Dr. He, let’s head to the entrance to receive the ambulance."

Interns were a rare sight in the emergency room. Most were assigned to other departments.

Only those with no connections and little favor would end up here. Judging by appearances, these two didn’t have particularly stellar grades. noveldrama

She cast a sympathetic glance at the two.

Bai Xiao and He Xin quickly followed her.

At the entrance, the wailing siren of the ambulance confirmed the seriousness of the situation.

Ambulances arrived one after another, unloading patients whose bodies were mutilated with bloodied wounds. Without a word, the two interns threw themselves into the rescue work.

"Chest cavity explosion, arterial rupture! Uncontrollable bleeding, pancreas rupture—requires surgery immediately! Take him to the operating room."

He Xin called out the diagnosis. Usually, they practiced on cases discussed in lectures or shown in video recordings, but now these were living, breathing patients.

With flesh, blood, and agony—their cries were so piercing and heart-wrenching.

The constant groans and moans were unrelenting.

For the first time, He Xin truly understood what death was.

Compared to the bunnies and lab rats from Medical College, these were real, vivid lives at stake.

Stubborn textbook knowledge was of no use here—this was a life-or-death battlefield.

Though she didn’t faint at the sight of blood, as some interns might, she still found herself chilled by the grotesque wounds she saw.

Meanwhile, Bai Xiao had already stabilized the patient. With two fingers gripping the patient’s thoracic artery, the geyser-like spray of blood abruptly stopped.

She walked quickly alongside the moving stretcher, noting the patient’s lips turning cyanotic—a clear sign of massive blood loss.

He Xin fell silent. Even though she knew all the professional jargon, her first act as a doctor had barely scratched the surface.

In this emergency department, even the nurses were seasoned veterans, able to assess situations with a quick glance. By comparison, her skills seemed insignificant.

Bai Xiao felt the patient’s pulse. Her bleeding control was impeccable—done purely with her hands. In this mess of slick, blood-smeared tissue, gripping and pinching the artery required immense precision and skill.

A small slip from most doctors would mean the blood artery slipping again, leading to secondary bleeding.

Seeing this, Director Xu immediately took charge, asking, "How much longer can you hold on, Dr. Bai?"

In surgeries like this, stopping blood flow was never the first step—wounds needed to be sutured and coagulants administered before bleeding could truly be controlled. Even then, coagulants would take minutes to work. Time was everything. If Bai Xiao let go prematurely, the patient would go into shock instantly.

This kind of intervention was extraordinarily difficult.

"Director Xu, however long you need, I’ll hold on!"

Bai Xiao’s special ability had already begun diffusing through the blood, enveloping the artery. She could stop the bleeding at any moment, but unless the surgery concluded, her temporary fix wouldn’t matter.

The patient’s most critical injury was pancreas rupture. It had to be sutured before coagulants could be injected, or else recovery would be severely hindered—estimated to take at least thirty minutes of surgical time.

Time was in short supply.

Without hesitation, Director Xu organized the surgery. "He Xin, take the second assistant’s spot. Bai Xiao, you’re the first assistant now."

The patient was wheeled into the operating room.

Director Xu opened the abdominal cavity, navigating the bloody mess to locate the pancreas and initiated suturing. Bai Xiao’s fingers held steady over the artery—still clamping it securely. As she focused on the surgical procedure, her special ability allowed her to observe as if performing a 4D ultrasound scan.

She could see everything with crystal clarity—every detail magnified to perfection.

Director Xu’s scalpel moved with precision, excising the damaged portion. Blood vessels in the affected area were carefully isolated, the damaged sections meticulously peeled apart, and finally sutured closed.

"Dr. He, handle the suturing—steady, precise, swift. Dr. Bai is still holding on, so free her up as quickly as you can," said Director Xu, giving He Xin the opportunity to step in.

Were it not for Bai Xiao being occupied with the blood vessel, Director Xu might have had Bai Xiao handle the sutures instead.

The more technical excision had been completed, leaving this as a test of basic surgical skills—something interns were capable of managing.

Consent wasn’t needed for such handovers.

He Xin picked up the needle holder, taking a deep breath to steady herself. With focused attention, she guided the holder steadily towards the wound.

Bai Xiao’s calm voice came from beside her, "There’s a bleeding point one millimeter below your needle holder. Yes, right there."

Watching He Xin align the needle holder and suture the wound, Bai Xiao finally released her bloodied fingers, stiff and numb. She stretched them momentarily before stepping aside.

"Director Xu, the patient’s internal bleeding is under control, but they need to be transferred to Neurosurgery. There’s a ruptured aneurysm in their brain, putting pressure on the nerves—a high risk of hemorrhagic stroke," Bai Xiao stated with urgency.

Her revelation wasn’t a joke—her special ability had just performed something akin to a full-body MRI, yielding precise insights.

Director Xu, initially satisfied with He Xin’s methodical work, was elated at the prospect of such capable interns joining his emergency team. But before his satisfaction could settle, Bai Xiao’s remark completely shattered his composure.

"What?"

"The patient has a ruptured brain aneurysm with minor bleeding already present. While the bleeding area isn’t large yet, there’s a severe risk of stroke. Neurosurgery must be consulted immediately."