CHAPTER 840: CHAPTER 817: THE TRUE HEALER

"No matter what treatment you plan to give my sister, I demand to be present throughout."

Chen Kui’an had his own personal reasons.

Of course, not being worried about his sister would be a lie.

"This surgery is completely transparent. You can see everything we’re doing in the operating room through the glass. So there’s no need for you to go in. Going in wouldn’t do your sister any good."

Jiang Xiaoxiao remained unmoved.

Constructing the operating room this way was a last resort, as there were simply too many students to teach hands-on.

Only a few students could fit in the operating room, while the rest had to observe from outside.

This is how the crash course was conducted.

It’s not a medical school here; there’s no way to conduct a period of theory before practice.

The theory and practice have to be combined on their own.

The theoretical knowledge books had already been distributed to all the students, and the money from selling her diamonds was not spared.

These books were very useful to them, and of course, they were strictly required to memorize completely.

As for practice, it’s even more so. After this war, there were too many casualties; almost 50,000 people were injured.

If they waited for her to treat them one by one, she’d die from exhaustion and still wouldn’t finish. So for simple injuries, she’d demonstrate once, and all the students would take over.

For serious injuries, she’d have to handle them first and let them observe before trying hands-on practice themselves. Of course, it’s not about being irresponsible to others. Even if she wanted to be responsible, those patients would die before they could wait for her surgery.

Between life and death, there’s no choice but to let these inexperienced hands take over.

Of course, Jiang Xiaoxiao had backup plans; she couldn’t just watch patients die. If anything went wrong, her peaches were essential; they were lifesavers.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt that all the rigorous medical knowledge she had learned over her lifetime was now being taught by her in a completely chaotic manner.

If her professors knew, she probably wouldn’t even know how she’d die.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt like she’d completely let herself go now.

When faced with tens of thousands of patients with only one doctor, there probably weren’t many who could handle it better than Jiang Xiaoxiao.

This was already the best state possible.

Of course, Jiang Xiaoxiao had the peaches as a foundation.

Otherwise, her professional career would probably be completely ruined.

Chen Kui’an watched the surgery inside; he didn’t puke.

Definitely didn’t puke.

No matter how bloody, could it be more gruesome than when they fought monsters?

His eyes widened, and the three people behind him wore the same expression.

They had never seen a surgery in their lives.

Then...

Then Chen Yu was brought out, Jiang Xiaoxiao?

Of course, surgery had to continue; Jiang Xiaoxiao felt as if she was back at the busiest time in the hospital.

What does it mean to perform six surgeries in one day?

A wave of students constantly replaced the ones beside her.

Right now, Youli was the most experienced, helping Jiang Xiaoxiao wipe the sweat with a gauze.

"Take a break!"

This was the last surgery of the day, Jiang Xiaoxiao had been working for fifteen straight hours.

Youli looked at her with heartache.

They were really lucky on the nine-hundredth floor.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was doing the most sacred thing in the most economical way.

Truly saving lives.

Everyone miraculously continued to live here, clinging to hope for life.

Youli felt heartache for Jiang Xiaoxiao.

This sister seemed to become tall, majestic, carrying a sacred glow overnight.

Inspiring admiration in people’s hearts.

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded, "I’ll catch my breath first, get me some water and food. I’m starving!"

Youli quickly signaled to Ye Jiu beside her.

As Ye Jiu took off his white coat, he ran out.

"Teacher, wait, I’ll be right back."

"It’s okay to take your time."

Jiang Xiaoxiao said as she leaned against the wall of the operating room, sitting down, and began to beat her legs with her hands.

The prolonged standing made her legs feel swollen, the whole leg felt tight, sore, and numb.

Youli washed her hands and changed clothes, "Xiao Xiao, after you eat, rest for a while in the office next door. The floor manager has set up a rest room for you there. You can’t go on not sleeping all day long.

I’ll go get some clean clothes for you, take a bath, and rest well for a night. Let’s handle things tomorrow; we’ll keep the critically injured patients until tomorrow, and the minor ones you don’t need to worry about."

There was no response for a long time.

Turning back, Jiang Xiaoxiao had fallen asleep with her head tilted, leaning against the wall corner with her eyes closed.

The slight sound of snoring filled the operating room.

Youli’s eyes welled with tears.

Too tired.

It wasn’t just Youli with red eyes; even Lu Fengming, standing at the doorway, had tears in his eyes.

It was the first time they had seen such a doctor; in their minds, doctors were always high and mighty, enjoying life, doing the simplest work, revered by thousands, and well protected.

But when had they seen a doctor this exhausted?

Even leaning against a wall, sleeping without eating, without drinking, not eating or drinking for 15 hours, what kind of state is that?

Long hours of intense work.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was saving lives with her abilities.

Without using any external means, she gave everyone a hope for life.

Lu Fengming gestured for Youli and the others to leave, and they quietly exited the room. Youli finally realized.

Lu Fengming didn’t want to disturb Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Taking his own coat, Lu Fengming offered it, too.

Dozens of coats were handed over.

Youli took a coat and covered Jiang Xiaoxiao, who was sleeping soundly in a pile of coats with her mask on.

......

Lu Fengming looked at Chen Kui’an, indeed recognizing him as a captain by the side of the top combat power on the five-hundredth floor.

Every year at the building manager meetings, when they distributed resources and assigned various tasks, he would see this person, so he knew Chen Kui’an.

"Captain Chen, let’s skip the pleasantries. This time, your five-hundredth floor acted in bad faith, causing at least tens of thousands of casualties on our nine-hundredth floor. How do you plan to handle this situation now?"

Chen Kui’an clenched his teeth. If it were any other time, he’d feel no guilt facing the nine-hundredth floor’s building manager.

They did this for all of humanity’s survival, even if it meant stacking the captain’s achievements on the corpses of tens of thousands or even millions of people, they could say it shamelessly.

But after seeing Jiang Xiaoxiao, he suddenly understood that if this time, the Black Horned Dragon King really destroyed the nine-hundredth floor because of them, if it really devoured Jiang Xiaoxiao.

The loss of the nine-hundredth floor wouldn’t just be 900 floors down; it would be a loss to the entire human base.

A healer with a great legacy is even mightier than a captain.

"We’ll compensate, as many crystal stones, resources, weapons, and equipment as you say. If I, Chen Kui’an, haggle, you can use my head as a soccer ball."