Chapter 10: The Golden Duo
Emergency Alert – Mass Casualty Incident
"Mass casualty incident (MCI) declared! All available trauma teams, prepare for incoming patients!"
The hospital's PA system blared through the corridors.
In an instant, the atmosphere shifted.
Nurses sprinted to prepare emergency beds. Doctors grabbed their trauma kits. The ER transformed from controlled chaos into something far more intense.
Because this wasn't just any accident.
This was a multi-car highway pileup.
Thirty-plus casualties. Multiple critical cases.
And at the center of it all?
Me.
And for the first time ever—Su Yan.
The First Wave: Battlefield Medicine
The ambulances arrived in waves.
Bloodied victims were wheeled in on stretchers, EMTs shouting out injuries.
"Male, 35, chest trauma, possible tension pneumothorax!"
"Female, 28, open femur fracture, heavy bleeding!"
"Multiple GCS 3 cases—prepare for intubation!"
Everything was moving at breakneck speed.
Dr. Wallace, Dr. Evans, and Dr. Patel immediately took charge of triage.
I was already at the first stretcher, assessing a middle-aged man with blunt-force trauma.
And that's when it happened.
"Hey, you! Give me those!"
A nurse turned, startled. "Wha—"
And then everyone froze.
Because Su Yan had just walked into the ER.
And she wasn't just watching this time.
She was in action.
Su Yan Takes Control
She strode into the chaos like she belonged there.
Except—she didn't belong.
No badge. No scrubs.
Not a doctor. Not a nurse.
Just a stunning woman in casual clothes, now shoving her sleeves up like she was about to work.
Lisa, the receptionist nurse, visibly panicked. "M-Miss, you can't be—"
"Scissors." Su Yan interrupted. "Now."
And because this was a mass emergency, and because her voice was too damn authoritative, the nurse instinctively obeyed.
Su Yan grabbed the trauma shears, leaned over the patient, and in three swift motions, cut through his shirt.
The room went silent.
Because the second she exposed his chest, she pointed—without hesitation.
"Right lung collapsed. He's losing air. Chest tube, now."
The ER team froze.
Because she hadn't checked for breath sounds.
Hadn't used an ultrasound.
Hadn't hesitated for even a second.
And yet—she was right.
Wallace's eyes narrowed.
Patel muttered, "No way…"
I didn't even blink.
"Chest tube set, now!" I ordered.
A nurse scrambled to bring the equipment.
Seconds later, I performed the thoracostomy, inserting the tube between the ribs.
The second I did—
A rush of air escaped.
And just like that, the patient's chest started rising again.
He was breathing.
Wallace let out a slow breath. "Unbelievable."
Lisa, still wide-eyed, whispered, "How did she…?"
No one had an answer.
But the real show was only just beginning.
The Golden Duo in Action
With the ER overflowing, I didn't have time to question anything.
Neither did Su Yan.
Because the moment the next critical patient came in—we moved.
She diagnosed.
I treated.
One after another.
"Pelvic fracture. Internal bleeding. He needs a pelvic binder."
I secured the binder in record time.
"Subdural hematoma. No pupillary response. He's going into herniation."
I prepped for a rapid burr hole procedure.
"Liver laceration. He won't last without embolization."
I called for interventional radiology immediately.
Wallace, watching from the sidelines, looked beyond stunned.
Patel turned to Evans. "…Are we sure she's not an actual god?"
Evans just muttered, "At this point, I don't care. Just let them work."
Because this was no longer a normal medical response.
This was something else entirely.
The Final Patient – Su Yan Breaks the Rules
And then the worst case arrived.
A young woman, barely twenty, with a massive abdominal hemorrhage.
GCS unresponsive.
Blood pressure crashing.
Wallace grabbed the ultrasound probe.
And froze.
"…She's ruptured her abdominal aorta."
The room went dead silent.
Because that was a death sentence.
Even if we got her into the OR immediately, her chances were slim.
And that's when Su Yan did the unthinkable.
She moved first.
Before Wallace or I could even react, she placed her hands over the patient's abdomen.
No gloves. No instruments.
Just her bare hands.
And then the bleeding stopped.
The Impossible Moment
Every doctor in the room froze.
Patel stopped breathing.
Evans staggered back.
Wallace whispered, "What the—"
Because there was no medical explanation for what just happened.
But the monitors confirmed it.
The hemorrhage had stopped.
Her blood pressure stabilized.
And the only thing different?
Su Yan.
Standing over the patient, calm as ever, as if what she just did wasn't physically impossible.
She met my gaze.
And smiled.
"I'll let you handle the rest, darling."
And then, as casually as ever—she stepped back.
Leaving an entire ER full of shaken, stunned, and completely terrified doctors.
And for the first time in my career…
I wasn't the only impossible one anymore.