As the man lifted his head and looked at me, I clarified, "I am a doctor and can provide medical help." They all seemed puzzled until the man beside his father signaled for me to enter.
Promptly, I examined the elderly man and informed the man next to him that he seemed to be difficulties breathing air way is filled with blood that's why he can't breathe. I stressed that without immediate treatment, he would suffocate and die in minutes. I immediately ran to fetch my bag in the cab
He shouted, "Where are you going?" and then exclaimed, "I can't find a tube or a pen in the bag." In frustration, I turned my bag upside down, causing everything to fall on the floor, including a pen. I quickly picked it up, threw my bag down, rushed back, opened his shirt, and stabbed his right chest with the pen, but nothing happened. Panicking, I urged him, "Come on, you can make it through this; you can't die now!" I then turned to the person next to me and asked him to take off his shirt. Without hesitation, he complied and handed it to me, instructing me not to apply too much pressure to avoid excessive bleeding.
Performing CPR, I counted to three and asked him to pass air through his mouth. Placing my hands on his chest, I repeated, "One, two, three, go... One, two, three, go... One, two, three, go... Come on... One, two, three, go... One, two..." He started making strange noises, then finally opened his eyes and took a deep breath. I asked him, "Sir, can you hear me? Please blink twice if you can." He blinked twice, a tear rolling down his eye. Relieved, I scolded him, "You almost scared me to death! Don't you ever die on me; do you hear?" He blinked twice, managed a slight smile, and tried to regulate his breathing.
In about fifteen minutes, the ambulance arrived. I hurriedly covered the wound and checked his vitals as we got into the vehicle. Upon reaching the hospital, a team of doctors was ready at the emergency entrance, briefing the doctor on the patient's condition before rushing him into the operating room. Finally, I felt a sense of relief, stretching my hands out and catching a glance at the hospital clock showing 12:30. In disbelief, I checked my wristwatch - it also read 12:30. Overwhelmed, I rushed to find the security guard.
Is this Hally Hospital? "Yes," he confirmed. I hurried towards the elevator, pressed the button, but it didn't arrive. Frustrated, I decided to take the stairs to reach my destination without delays. Midway, I noticed I was wearing only one shoe, so I took it off and sprinted barefoot from the first floor to the eighth floor.
Upon reaching the 8th floor, I searched for room 868, the interview room. Hastily glancing at room numbers, I finally located the right one after a while. Gathering my last bit of energy, I rushed to the door, only to face an awkward moment as I entered, breathing heavily and apologizing for my lateness.
After a challenging day, I descended the stairs feeling disappointed, talking to myself intermittently. Despite the setbacks, I managed to save a life today. Pondering if the patient was recovering, I reassured myself that he must be feeling better. With a few comical gestures, I decided to move on, acknowledging that beginnings often come with disappointments. I left the hospital and hailed a taxi.
The doctors completed the operation and transferred the elderly man to the VIP room. The room was heavily guarded inside by bodyguards, while the entire floor was secured outside, permitting only the medical team to enter. The person performing CPR, Lee Junior, happened to be the son of a prominent Asian business magnate, Mr. Lee, and highly nurse entered to check on Mr. Lee's condition