Chapter 184 I'll Take Responsibility Myself
He was Qin Lang's father's old classmate for many years. It was because of his special approval that Tuantuan was able to stay in this top-of-the-line special needs ward despite the extremely tight medical resources.
"Uncle Li! Why did you come in person!" Qin Lang felt a chill run down his spine when he saw who it was.
"How could I not come? If I hadn't come, you guys would have turned this ward upside down!"
Li Zhenhua was holding an emergency consultation meeting downstairs when he heard that the family members in the VIP ward had lost control of their emotions and were trying to force-feed the child who was in a deep sleep. He was so frightened that he immediately abandoned the room full of experts and rushed upstairs with his men.
If someone choked to death on a mouthful of porridge in their hospital, not only would the hospital's reputation be severely damaged, but he also wouldn't be able to explain it to his old classmate Qin's family!
Li Zhenhua glared at Qin Lang, then strode to the bedside, staring intently at Lin Fan, who was holding a porcelain spoon.
When he saw the pale blue rice paste in the white porcelain bowl, which emitted a rich and unique aroma but had a viscous, gelatinous consistency, Li Zhenhua's brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown.
"Nonsense! This is downright playing with patients' lives!"
Li Zhenhua pointed at Lin Fan, his tone commanding and leaving no room for argument, and loudly rebuked him:
"I am the director of this hospital! As the attending physician, I order you to put down your bowl immediately!"
"This child is currently in a state of extreme weakness and deep self-protection; she has absolutely no voluntary swallowing reflex! If you feed her this unknown liquid, it will almost certainly flow back into her trachea, causing extremely serious aspiration pneumonia and mechanical asphyxiation!"
"Do you even know what you're doing?!"
Li Zhenhua was trembling with anger, and pointed at Lin Fan's nose, shouting:
"I'm doing this for your daughter's life! If you force-feed her now, and that liquid gets into her trachea, it's murder! Head Nurse! Take that bowl away! Security! Call security!"
"Uncle Li! Don't call security! Please don't call security!"
Upon seeing this, Qin Lang was terrified. Forgetting all etiquette, he rushed forward and grabbed Dean Li's arm tightly, frantically explaining, his forehead covered in sweat:
"Brother Lin isn't a troublemaker! His stuff really works wonders! Uncle Li, please trust me this once. There was a girl on the street who suffered severe heatstroke and went into shock, but she was lively and energetic again after just a little bit of his plum juice! Please let him try it!"
"Shut up! You know nothing about medicine!"
Li Zhenhua flung Qin Lang's hand away, his face turning ashen with anger, and pointed at Qin Lang's nose, cursing:
"Can heatstroke be the same as this one-in-ten-million case of severe immune system failure?! A bowl of rice porridge can cure it? Qin Lang, you graduated from a prestigious university, have you been brainwashed by this quack?!"
After berating Qin Lang, Li Zhenhua abruptly turned his head and glared angrily at Director Sun, who stood to the side with his head down, not daring to speak.
"Director Sun! As the leading authority in our hospital's pediatrics department, are you just going to stand by and watch him disregard human life?!"
Director Sun was also covered in sweat, his white coat was soaked through, and he was in a dilemma.
Based on his rational thinking and decades of medical experience, he absolutely supported Dean Li's judgment: forcing a patient without a swallowing reflex to eat would definitely lead to death.
But for some reason, when he smelled the extremely calming aroma of the medicinal food in the air, which even made his old, sore legs, which had been aching from standing for a long time during surgery, feel comfortable, a strange and absurd expectation arose in his heart.
"Dean Li... Mr. Lin, he... he's the one I just urgently reported to you about..."
Under Li Zhenhua's murderous gaze, Director Sun lowered his voice and stammered:
"He's the one... the expert who managed to stabilize the hematopoietic stem cell donation of the leukemia girl downstairs with just a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes..."
"What?!"
Li Zhenhua was stunned.
As the dean, he naturally knew about the medical miracle downstairs, and the entire expert team had been frantically searching for the mysterious person who could make that kind of food for the past few days.
He stared intently at Lin Fan's excessively youthful face, a look of incredulous shock flashing in his eyes:
"It's...it's him?!"
"So what if it is!" Li Zhenhua took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart. As a doctor who adhered to the bottom line of science, he still refused to back down.
"No matter how miraculous the medicinal food is, it still needs to be digested and absorbed through the stomach! She can't swallow it at all right now. Once it gets stuck in her trachea, even a miracle won't save her! Caregiver, go and take the bowl down!"
At Li Zhenhua's command, two burly male nurses surrounded Lin Fan from the left and right, attempting to forcibly restrain his arms, while the head nurse took the opportunity to reach out and snatch the white porcelain bowl from Lin Fan's hand.
"Mr. Lin, please forgive me, we apologize for the inconvenience, and we appreciate your cooperation..."
Faced with the strong obstruction, angry rebukes, and physical pulling of a room full of medical experts.
Lin Fan didn't utter a single unnecessary word.
He withdrew his gaze, turned back around, and looked at the pale little face with extreme tenderness.
Looking at the small body on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, with a cold IV needle in the back of its hand, and breathing so weakly it seemed it might stop at any moment, Lin Fan felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly, the pain almost unbearable.
The noise from the outside world and Dean Li's roar seemed to be completely blocked out at this moment.
Lin Fan's mind was filled with images of his daughter.
I recall that day at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the autumn wind was bleak.
Even when faced with the temptations of her biological mother—a big house, princess dresses, and countless latest toys—that silly girl still clung tightly to her penniless, penniless father, crying her heart out and shouting, "I only want my dad!"
Recalling the first night she moved into that dilapidated bungalow in the urban village, she was clearly so hungry that her stomach was growling, but she still sensibly covered her stomach, looked up and said, "Tuantuan isn't hungry."
He recalled how she would sit obediently in the smoky shop every day, holding her paintbrush, always giving him the sweetest smile, and telling everyone, "Dad's cooking is the best in the world."
She's only five years old.
She's so sensible and well-behaved, why should she have to endure this unknown torment?!
He had witnessed the system's wonders.
From that first bowl of soul-stirring fried rice that could instantly dispel fatigue and rejuvenate the spirit;
The iced jade plum drink that pulled Su Xiaoxiao back from the brink of death with just one drop;
Then there's that plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes that made Li Dayong, a mining tycoon worth billions and whose health had been eroded by years of smoking and drinking, feel instantly refreshed and as if his marrow had been cleansed after eating it...
All these miracles are built upon the system's mysterious and profound cooking techniques!
He turned his head slightly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Li Zhenhua's furious face and the extremely nervous Director Sun, and uttered a sentence, word by word:
"Your hospital doesn't need to take responsibility. I'll handle all the consequences myself..."
The moment the words fell.
Lin Fan gently touched the small spoonful of warm, pale blue rice oil to Tuan Tuan's dry, pale, and even slightly chapped lips.
"It's over!"
Li Zhenhua closed his eyes in anguish.