"You’re exaggerating. I’m just a young attending physician, so what I say doesn’t carry much weight."
Li Jingsheng replied.
"No, no, no. The level of medical expertise is never determined by age. Dr. Li’s ability to not be swayed by appearances and to stick to his principles is truly admirable."
Director Yan waved his hands repeatedly, showering Li Jingsheng with praise.
"So now you’re not calling Dr. Li stubborn anymore?"
Director Hua smirked.
"Old brother, you know I always speak my mind. At that time, I indeed had a misunderstanding, and I shouldn’t have underestimated Dr. Li because of his young age. Please, both of you, come back with me. The child’s condition is now critical, and only you may be able to save him."
Director Yan pleaded persistently.
He even called him "old brother."
"We can’t afford to wear such a high hat. But since something’s wrong with the patient, it’s our duty to do whatever we can to help." Director Hua’s tone softened, and he said no more.
They brought Li Jingsheng back to the emergency department.
This time, the two didn’t go into the consultation room but went straight to the resuscitation room.
Director Hua was truly not proficient in handling emergencies. At this moment, Li Jingsheng was the real driving force.
However, Director Hua was the highest authority in orthopedic surgery, overseeing things for Li Jingsheng on site.
If Li Jingsheng were to become reckless, he’d definitely intervene promptly.
After all, Li Jingsheng was now the golden nameplate of orthopedic surgery.
No mistakes were allowed.
Inside the resuscitation room, Secretary Bei looked at her son, who had slipped back into a coma, nearly collapsing.
A middle-aged man in pajamas was supporting her by her side.
This man should be her husband.
Otherwise, holding her like that would definitely be inappropriate.
"Please, save my son, I’ll agree to any cost."
At this moment, Bei Yan was no longer the high-ranking secretary but a mother deeply concerned for her son’s well-being. She just hoped her son could get through this.
"Dr. Li has been invited back."
Director Yan was sweating profusely.
Finally, he had managed to bring him back.
Who would have thought that the child, after showing improvement post-medication, would again encounter issues shortly after?
Bei Yan was now overcome with grief, anxiously worried about her son.
If something were to happen to the child, she would surely blame Director Yan and Director Luo.
"Dr. Li, perhaps your diagnostic direction was right, please take another look. I heard from Director Mu that you’re also very proficient in diagnosing respiratory issues. Now the child’s breathing has also become somewhat poor."
Director Luo also wore a somewhat pale face.
Claiming credit could lead to glory, but if the child couldn’t be saved, it would indeed be a great misstep.
Li Jingsheng approached the resuscitation bed, carefully examining the child’s condition.
"The pupils are dilated, the person has slipped into a coma, breathing is poor, and the pulse is weak, indicating a feeble heartbeat..."


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