"In the morning news, due to heavy rainstorms, sight was blocked, and many car accidents occurred in the city. At 8:05, a series of collisions occurred in the Songjiang viaduct. The truck driver suspected of drunk driving, causing twelve casualties. The nearest ambulance at Jinling Hospital has arrived at the scene."

“…”

As soon as Sheng Anran washed the dishes, he heard the news broadcast on the living room TV. He felt tight and quickly untied his apron. As soon as he wiped his hands, his phone rang.

"Hey? Director Zhao."

“…”

"Well, I know I've seen the news, so I'll go to the hospital now."

“…”

"I understand, I'll go directly to the emergency department."

“…”

After hanging up the phone, Sheng Anran told Gu An to take care of his sister and hurried out.

She originally had half a day off, but this kind of weather accident often caused the hospital to run overload. Whether it was a doctor and nurse on vacation or a person who did not take a vacation, he would basically be arrested as a tyrant to cooperate with the rescue.

When Sheng Anran arrived at the hospital, the first batch of ambulances had already arrived at the hospital gate. Before she could change her clothes, she went up and helped to push the person into the emergency room.

"Walking through the left chest steel bar, doing a chest X-ray to see if the nerve damage is done, and asking Director Liu from the thoracic surgery department to come for consultation."

“…”

"Doctor Sheng, come and see. There is no obvious trauma on the patient, but he is in shock."

"I'm not professional in this regard. Director Qiu from the brain department should be here. You can take the patient to do a brain supplement CT first."

Although Sheng Anran is just a pediatric doctor, she relies on her good foundation in clinical medicine when she was in college, and she has seen more volunteers outside over the years, so she has more experience than interns at the same time. So now, if there are any troubles in the emergency department, she will ask her the first time.

But she couldn't solve some problems, so she didn't waste time looking at them by herself.

The intern pushed the patient's hospital bed and passed by her. The man lying on the hospital bed closed his eyes tightly. His white shirt was stained with rain and mud, but he was still handsome and cold. At the moment when he passed by Sheng Anran, his hand suddenly moved, but he just grabbed the hem of Sheng Anran's white coat, and in the blink of an eye, he slid from his hand again.

The subsequent impact of the accident is still expanding. With the influenza, Jinling Hospital is already overcrowded, but ambulances and private aids are still being sent to the hospital.

"This won't work," Fan Linshuang's white coat was stained with blood. She frowned. "There are too many people. Once such a number of patients are in the hospital, they are prone to cross-infection."

Sheng Anran looked at the busy emergency room around him, his eyes full of worry.

"What else can I do? Close the hospital door and prevent it from entering? This is impossible."

Nowadays, the relationship between doctors and patients is so tense. Once the hospital does something to refuse patients behind closed doors, it will take less than half a minute for someone to create momentum in Jinling. The Health Bureau and the Discipline Inspection Commission will visit immediately. The first person who will suffer will be the president.

"Nothing is impossible," Fan Linshuang's face calmly, "I'll go find the dean."

After saying this, she immediately threw the doctor-patient information in her hand to Sheng Anran, turned around and left.

Half an hour later, the gate of Jinling Hospital was officially closed. After the ambulance that had just arrived came in, all the family members who were crying and shouting were locked outside.

Standing on the second floor of the hospital, Sheng Anran looked at the excited family members outside, and his mood became more and more complicated.

Behind me, the whispers of interns.

"Will something happen if this continues?"

"When SARS was caused, didn't Jinling Hospital close the door and refuse the patients because of overload? As a result, a patient and his family rushed in and killed two doctors and a nurse."

"I know this too, it's scary. Why does Director Fan have to do this?"

The interns have always complained about Fan Linshuang's strictness. This time, after learning that Fan Linshuang forced the hospital to close, he kept speculating. The tension in the relationship between doctors and patients has pushed this industry to a high-risk synonym. Once conflicts occur, all doctors and nurses will be in danger.

But Fan Lin made such a decision, which was harmful to her but not beneficial to her. She was thinking wholeheartedly for the patients and the hospital.

Sheng Anran couldn't listen and said unhappily,

"SARS happened many years ago. The hospital has arranged to strengthen security. We just need to do our own duties. Don't run outside if you have nothing to do. If something really happens, it is because of our own poor words and walking around everywhere. No one can blame us."

She was also quite prestigious among these interns, so as soon as she opened her mouth, the interns shut up and parted their own words.

Finally, he looked at the vast crowd and reporters at the entrance of the hospital. Sheng Anran took a deep breath and slowly vomited it out. He turned around and walked towards the stairs. Before he reached the first floor, the ringtone of his cell phone came from his pocket.

It's a strange local number, no notes, but it looks familiar inexplicably.

"Hey, hello..."

"Miss Sheng, it's me."

Sheng Anran was stunned for a moment, "Assistant Zhou?"

As far as she knows, Zhou Fang was sent to Australia by Shengtang Group three years ago.

"What's the matter?" She had something to do with her, so she had no time to ask, "I'm busy with the hospital here, you..."

"Did you see Mr. Yu?"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Fang's anxious voice interrupted her words.

"He left my house in the morning, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Yu's phone number cannot be reached."

Sheng Anran suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"In the morning, Mr. Yu also called to inform the company to hold a morning meeting, but everyone was there, and he had not come yet. He just received a call saying something happened on the Songjiang viaduct. Mr. Yu was walking on that road. I rushed to the scene and saw Mr. Yu's car. The bumper was all broken and said he was sent to Jinling Hospital. But the hospital is now closed and no one can get in. The wife is very anxious. I really have no choice so I called you to ask."

Zhou Fang was a little incoherent, and Yu Fengya's voice could even be heard from the other end.

Sheng Anran just felt a buzzing sound in his mind.

"I...I didn't see him, I..."

After hanging up the phone, she ran down the stairs at almost a hundred meters of sprint. The emergency room was full of blood. She opened the partition curtains one by one, but she could not see Yu Nancheng.

"Have you seen a tall man in a white shirt and suit pants send in, who is in his thirties?"

"No."

"Have you seen it..."

After asking, a nurse's voice came from behind.

"Doctor Sheng, do you ask if the person you are wearing a Vacheron Constantin watch on his left hand?"

Sheng Anran's expression stagnated,

"Yes, have you seen him?"

"There were not many people when he was sent, and he was in shock. Dr. Zhao asked you what to do. Didn't you ask me to send it directly to the brain department?"
Chapter completed!