My Medical Skills Give Me Experience Points Chapter 1260: 496: Evil Mother-in-law, Level 6 Grasping Technique (Part 2)

The elderly woman rebuked her daughter-in-law with an imperiousness that outstripped even the Empress Dowager's.

'If the child's safety can't be guaranteed, I won't permit any operation. Doesn't your hospital employ any senior physicians?'

Distrust filled the old lady completely when it came to Zhou Can.

Director Zhuang's invitation for Zhou Can to consult had instantly led the old lady to view him as just another 'expert' who was utterly useless.

'Ma'am, the child's face has turned purple already, and delaying another three minutes could make rescue impossible. We're doctors giving our all to save him right now. If you relatives lack trust and won't cooperate, we truly can't do much more.'

Though Zhou Can disliked the old lady intensely, he still addressed her with utmost courtesy.

He absolutely wouldn't risk berating the family.

'You, you... Are you trying to intimidate our family? Think I won't report you right away? My cousin's husband holds an official post—he can have you fired with one phone call!'

Like a furious wasp, the old lady erupted.

Her finger jabbed at Zhou Can as she unleashed a torrent of curses.

The patient's father stayed mute throughout, appearing deeply deferential and somewhat afraid of his mother.

'Xiaobao, Xiaobao...'

A gut-wrenching wail suddenly burst from the infant's mother.

Zhou Can saw the child's limbs rigidly stretching out—a harbinger of death drawing near.

Death by suffocation brought agony far beyond what most could picture.

Purple had overtaken the infant's face and whole body.

This marked extreme oxygen deprivation.

The nurse presented the completed consent form to Zhou Can.

'Sign and settle the payment now. Each passing second ramps up the patient's death risk dramatically.'

Facing this spiteful old woman, Zhou Can felt his patience utterly drained.

'I'm his mother. May I sign it?'

'Yes, as parents, you're the child's main guardians with authority to decide.'

Zhou Can gave a nod.

The young mother signed swiftly, brushed off her tears, and passed the form to the nurse.

'Doctor, nurse, please save my boy without holding back. If something goes wrong with him, I'll bear all the blame—no fault to you.'

The infant's mother transformed entirely.

No more timid tears, pleas, or soft words to her mother-in-law; now she stood firm and fearless.

A fierce resolve emanated from her, ready to stake it all for her son's life.

Women can be fragile, yet motherhood ignites unbreakable strength.

With her son's life hanging by a thread and her mother-in-law still obstructing, she unleashed her fury at this pivotal instant.

Tolerance has boundaries; once crossed, resistance becomes inevitable.

Zhou Can and the nurse scooped up the child and dashed to the endoscopy room, Director Zhuang trailing behind.

'No one takes my grandson! I forbid it—nobody moves him!'

The old lady lunged wildly, barricading the doorway.

'You cursed hag, venomous shrew, you have no right to decide for my grandson...' Once again, she hysterically vilified her daughter-in-law.

The apparently delicate daughter-in-law charged ahead, seizing the old lady's hair and yanking her aside with brute force.

'Doctor, save my son fast! If this hag blocks you, I'll fight to the death!'

Zhou Can's heart swelled with approval at the daughter-in-law's declaration.

This suffering woman had long needed to rise up and fight back.

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In the endoscopy room, Zhou Can affixed the vital signs monitors to the infant while readying himself for laryngoscopy to extract the blockage.

Director Zhuang watched closely from nearby, providing support.

He chiefly managed logistics.

Such as alerting the endoscopy room earlier for swift setup, among other tasks.

With precision, Zhou Can slid the laryngoscope deep into the patient's mouth.

'Oxygen saturation level now?'

'76!'

'Boost the oxygen via nasal cannula.'

Zhou Can executed the laryngoscopy on the infant, issuing commands simultaneously.

This masterful control over the procedure stemmed from his cardiothoracic surgery training.

Certain heart surgeries demanded far greater orchestration.

Involving every detail: resuscitations, operations, drugs, transfusions, and more.

'Found it—the foreign object stuck in the trachea!'

Zhou Can realized acutely that seconds were ticking away, granting maybe one or two minutes max to rescue the child.

'Can you extract it?'

'I'll give it everything! Oxygen saturation update!'

'74!'

Down by two points.

Typically, below 95% saturation, hypoxia symptoms become evident.

He understood rescue time was critically short.

First endoscope channel grab for the foreign object missed.

Second attempt failed too.

Sweat beaded on Zhou Can's brow, yet he refused to request a wipe from the nurse. The infant's life hung on every instant.

'Got it clamped!'

After repeated setbacks, he secured a firm grip and latched onto the peanut.

[Grasping technique experience points +1, Reward for completing a high-difficulty grasp: Experience Points +1000.]

Despite the lavish reward, distraction was impossible.

He barely registered it.

Breath held, his pulse seemingly paused.

Gingerly, he withdrew it.

'Snap!'

A chunk snapped off.

Just a tiny peanut shard came out.

Rescues always teeter on the edge, riddled with surprises.

'Oxygen saturation?'

'68!'

Zhou Can drew a steadying breath, eyes locked solely on the tracheal peanut.

Once more, he moved to clamp the peanut.