novelsite Chapter 94 Treatment
Chapter 94 Treatment
The abandoned auto repair shop is located on the eastern edge of the Kreuzberg district, near a railway line. It used to be a small car repair shop, but it went out of business three years ago, leaving the factory buildings vacant and the yard overgrown with weeds.
Li Ming chose this place as a temporary safe point for several reasons: it was in a remote location with no residents nearby; the factory buildings were structurally intact and could block the view; most importantly, there was a hidden passage leading to the railway line, which could be used to evacuate if necessary.
Viktor and Sergei were already in the factory. Li Ming had prepared blankets and hot water for them, but medical resources were limited, and only the most basic treatment could be provided.
When Wang Zhengyang arrived with Maxim and Peter, an Asian woman in her thirties, wearing a medical coat, was already waiting there. She was Su Qian, Li Ming's wife, a former attending surgeon at a top-tier hospital in Shanghai. She had come to Berlin with Li Ming three years prior and now worked as a sales representative for a medical device company.
"Dr. Su, how is the situation?" Wang Zhengyang asked.
Su Qian had already examined Viktor and Sergei's injuries and was now kneeling beside Peter, using a portable ultrasound device to examine his abdomen. "A gunshot wound to the abdomen, severely infected, an abscess has formed. Surgery is necessary immediately, or he won't survive the night."
Her voice was calm and professional, and her hands moved swiftly. Lin Luo'er assisted her, handing over the necessary instruments and equipment—these were professional medical kits that Su Qian had brought from her own car, far more complete than the equipment on the train.
"Can surgery be performed here?" Wang Zhengyang asked.
"The conditions are basic, but it'll do." Su Qian had already begun preparing the anesthetic drugs. "I worked for Doctors Without Borders in Africa for two years and performed surgeries in even worse conditions. But we need someone to assist us; Lin Luo'er doesn't have enough experience yet."
"I'll do it," Wang Zhengyang said.
Su Qian glanced at him: "You studied medicine?"
"No. But I have a steady hand, I follow orders, and I'm not afraid of blood."
"Okay." Su Qian nodded. "Wash your hands and disinfect them first, then put on sterile gloves. Lin Luo'er, prepare the lighting and suction device."
For the next hour and a half, under the dim lights of the abandoned auto repair shop, a battlefield-level surgery began.
Su Qian demonstrated the professionalism of a top surgeon. Her movements were precise, efficient, and without a single unnecessary step. Incision, debridement, drainage, irrigation, and suturing—each step was like assembling a precision instrument. Wang Zhengyang, as her assistant, strictly followed her instructions, handing over instruments, applying pressure to stop bleeding, and adjusting the lighting angle. The two worked together like a surgical team that had collaborated for many years.
Viktor, Sergei, and the barely conscious Maxim watched in awe. They had seen battlefield first aid and medics performing surgery in field hospitals, but they had never seen such professional and meticulous procedures performed in such rudimentary conditions—an abandoned factory, with makeshift lighting and rudimentary equipment.
Fifty minutes into the surgery, Su Qian suddenly stopped: "The liver lobe is also damaged and needs to be partially removed. Wang Zhengyang, bring me that blue box from my bag."
Wang Zhengyang quickly found the box, opened it, and inside was a set of minimally invasive surgical instruments, which were obviously samples that Su Qian had brought from the company.
"This thing..." Wang Zhengyang was somewhat surprised.
"Our company's latest product was supposed to be showcased to clients next week," Su Qian said, taking the equipment. "But saving lives is the priority now."
She began the partial resection of her liver, her movements as precise as sculpting a work of art. Lin Luo'er was responsible for suction and flushing, while Wang Zhengyang handled the instruments and monitored the equipment. The three formed a highly efficient makeshift surgical team.
An hour later, the surgery was complete. Su Qian stitched up the last stitch, cut the sutures, and let out a long sigh of relief.
"His chances of survival are now 70%," Su Qian said to Victor, taking off her gloves. "But he'll need further treatment; antibiotics will need to be used for at least seven days, and the wound will need to be dressed daily."
Victor wanted to stand up to thank her, but Su Qian stopped him, saying, "You're injured too, don't move around."
Next, Su Qian examined Maxim's leg injury and repositioned and immobilized it. Then she treated Viktor and Sergei's wounds, changed their dressings, and administered antibiotics.
By the time everything was finished, it was already 10 p.m. The rain had finally stopped, but the night was even deeper.
Wang Zhengyang walked to Su Qian's side: "Dr. Su, thank you for tonight. They wouldn't have survived without you."
Su Qian wiped the sweat from her forehead: "I'm a doctor too, saving lives is my duty. But..." She looked around the rudimentary environment, "These conditions are too risky. If they had a proper medical pod, recovery would be much faster, and the surgical risks would be reduced."
"Medical pod?" Wang Zhengyang asked.
"It's a mobile medical unit, about the size of a shipping container, containing a sterile operating room, monitoring equipment, and a drug reserve," Su Qian explained. "Our company has an agent for it; it's made in Germany and meets field hospital standards. A basic set costs about 300,000 euros."
Three hundred thousand. Wang Zhengyang quickly calculated in his mind. The cash he had collected from Zhang Yiqiang's safe, plus the portion he had found in the warehouse earlier, amounted to approximately 350,000 euros. That was enough.
"Can I buy it?" he asked.
Su Qian glanced at him: "I'm a sales representative, of course I can. But I need a reason—the company needs to register the buyer's information."
"We'll purchase it under your company's name, claiming it's for internal testing and demonstration purposes," Wang Zhengyang said. "An extra 20,000 euros will be your 'special service fee'."
Su Qian was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Li Ming. Li Ming nodded.
"Okay," Su Qian said. "I'll place the order next week. But shipping and installation will take time, at least two weeks."
"Okay," Wang Zhengyang said. "I'll give you the money tomorrow."
At this moment, Li Ming came in from outside, his expression serious: "Brother Wang, something's up."
Wang Zhengyang followed him to a corner of the factory. Li Ming turned on his tablet, which displayed a surveillance map of Berlin.
"The cleaning crew stayed in the basement for about twenty minutes, then left. But they left in the direction... this way."
"What did they discover?"
"I'm not sure, but they're clearly tracking something." Li Ming zoomed in on the map. "What's more troublesome is that the Iron Hand Gang is also active in this area. Wolf has sent out more men; it seems they've obtained some new intelligence."
Wang Zhengyang pondered for a few seconds. The situation was delicate—they were carrying four wounded soldiers, one of whom was a seriously injured man who had just undergone major surgery and was having difficulty moving. But if they stayed here, they might be discovered very soon.
Wang Zhengyang glanced at the wounded soldiers inside the factory, then at the rainy night outside the window. He had to make a decision—whether to risk a evacuation or stay and hold out.
"Prepare to move," he finally said. "The rain has stopped, but the darkness still provides cover. Take the railway line; there are fewer people there, and we have night vision equipment."