Chapter 207: In Resuscitation, the Big Shot’s Identity is Not Simple

Chapter 207: Critical Surgery—The VIP’s Hidden Status

It was already 2 p.m., and Fu Tinghua still hadn’t returned.

Su Shiming and Wen Qing hadn’t left either—they were still helping out at the shop.

Since they’d come all this way, they weren’t leaving without seeing their son-in-law first, right?

Besides, Su He was overwhelmed. She’d just taken the three kids home for their nap and insisted Su Shiming and Wen Qing stay for dinner, promising to bring over the food she’d cook that afternoon.

“Tinghua didn’t come back for lunch today?” Wen Qing whispered to Su Shiming.

“No. He must have a major surgery today,” Su Shiming replied, growing concerned.

But Fu Tinghua was at the hospital—nothing too dire could happen. At worst, the procedure was complex and running long.

Indeed, Fu Tinghua was racing against time in the OR, fighting to save the patient’s life.

The man had been stabbed four times, with one wound perilously close to the heart. The situation was critical.

One slip, and the patient was gone.

Outside the OR—

“What’s the patient’s status?” A group hurried to the door, voices tense.

“M-Mr. Mayor! What brings you here?” Dean Qin stammered, shocked.

The man at the front was Ye Chou, Mayor of Wencheng.

Flanking him were Deputy Mayor Liu Yaoqing, Police Chief Song Zhicheng, and Yao Wenzhi, Director of Wencheng’s Botanical Research Institute.

Several armed men in military uniforms followed—clearly bodyguards for these officials.

“Is there still hope?” Ye Chou demanded.

“Our Deputy Director is operating now. Let me check.”

Dean Qin eyed the trio, cold sweat forming. These were Wencheng’s elite—he couldn’t afford missteps.

Taking this patient had been a ticking time bomb.

The man hadn’t come here first—he’d been transferred after the initial hospital couldn’t handle it.

Word was this hospital had a top-tier surgical team, so they’d moved him here as a Hail Mary.

Dean Qin eased open the OR door.

His gaze landed on Fu Tinghua, laser-focused on suturing the patient’s wounds.

Clad in light blue scrubs, masked and capped, Fu Tinghua’s heavy, sharp brows framed eyes that burned with focus.

His fingers danced between needle and suture, each stitch flawless—showcasing his mastery.

Every motion was smooth and assured, like muscle memory.

Dean Qin held back his impatience and stood quietly by, observing Dr. Fu's surgery.

He sighed softly, silently praying, "I hope Dr. Fu can save this patient's life. He can't afford to fail..."

Not wanting to interrupt Dr. Fu, he gently pulled aside the assisting doctor and whispered, "What's the status now?"

The other doctor, still marveling at the Deputy Director's exceptional skills, snapped to attention and replied quietly, "After a tense resuscitation effort, the patient is out of critical danger but remains in grave condition and needs close monitoring."

As a seasoned physician, Dean Qin knew all too well how dire the situation had been.

Fortunately, the patient had stabilized, letting him breathe easier.

As long as there was still hope, he could justify the outcome to the VIPs outside.

Pulling himself together, Dean Qin hurried out to report.

"How is it?" The moment he emerged, Mayor Ye Chou and the others crowded around, faces tense with worry.

Dean Qin sighed. "We've stabilized him, but he could crash any moment. He's not out of the woods yet."

He spoke frankly, withholding nothing.

A life hung in the balance—any misstep could prove fatal.

Better to be upfront now than have them take the fall later if things went south.

"Stabilized is good, stabilized is good." Ye Chou patted his chest, looking rattled.

"The surgeon running the show—is that Dr. Fu Tinghua?" Police Chief Song Zhicheng asked suddenly.

Dean Qin blinked in surprise at the recognition, then remembered Dr. Fu’s two-year border service.

"Yes, Dr. Fu. He's now our Deputy Director." Dean Qin’s voice brimmed with pride.

Dr. Fu was the hospital’s prized asset.

Were it not for concerns about overworking this once-in-a-generation talent, he’d be operating daily.

As it was, they limited him to three high-stakes surgeries weekly—only the most complex cases.

Though crises like this one still demanded his involvement.

"Dr. Fu? Not *the* Dr. Fu? The military surgeon who snatches people from the jaws of death?" Mayor Ye Chou’s eyes widened.

The man’s legendary status in the military was well-earned.

Insiders always emphasized the importance of staying on his good side.

His skill was unmatched—after all, he’d saved *that* VIP, who’d since showered him with privileges to nurture his talent.

How else could just two years as a border medic earn him the military’s highest honor?

"Wait—why weren’t we told he’d returned to practice here?" Deputy Mayor Liu Yaoqing interjected.

*Beats me! Was I supposed to send out announcements?*

Moreover, Dr. Fu applied for an early return and didn’t come back with the rest of the troops. He came back without any fanfare.

I didn’t even know he was back until he showed up to report for duty.

Dean Qin grumbled inwardly but still replied with a smile, "Well, Dr. Fu is a rather low-key person. After returning, he just quietly resumed his normal duties at the hospital, so it’s normal you weren’t aware."

"Well, make sure to introduce us then," Ye Chou said with a smile.

With this doctor here, saving whoever’s in there won’t be an issue.