Chapter 378: Mobile Medical Team
Chapter 378: Chapter 378: Mobile Medical Team
At first, Mo Yan had been keeping a close eye on Ning Xuan. But after Ning Xuan assigned him a few tasks, guided his healing techniques, and he became capable of independently leading a Healer team, Mo Yan quickly found himself swamped with work.
Mo Yan had been raised since childhood as a pawn in a marriage alliance. Within his family, he was always the one to be ignored and bullied, his every move monitored and manipulated by others. Now that he was by Ning Xuan’s side, he put his all into learning and working, eager to win her favor.
He was naturally intelligent and incredibly dedicated. As a result, he picked up the work of a Healer quickly. From operating Treatment Pods and various medical devices to even debridement, suturing, and trauma care, he excelled at everything. He soon earned Ning Xuan’s recognition and was entrusted with a major role: independently leading a treatment team responsible for an entire sector’s medical care.
"Family Head, what on earth is that young master from the Mo Family thinking? Wasn’t he sent here on a mission to get close to you? How was he so easily sidetracked?" Yan Fuzhen asked, a little baffled.
Although Ning Xuan hadn’t paid Mo Yan much mind, he had appeared at her side often enough that it was impossible for Yan Fuzhen to ignore him. Once noticed, he was investigated. But all Yan Fuzhen could find was that this Young Master Mo was from the Mo Family and had grown up in their main residence. All other information was a dead end.
"Do you think I’ve been wasting my time these past few months? If I refuse to see him, what can he do? Have your men watch him. Don’t let anyone from the Mo Family contact him alone." Ning Xuan had controlled the medical relief center for three months now; people loyal to her were stationed all over the facility. As long as she isolated Mo Yan from whoever was pulling his strings, he would never be able to get close to her on his own.
"Yes, Family Head," Yan Fuzhen replied, accepting the order.
Over this period, Yan Fuzhen’s impression of Ning Xuan had changed dramatically. The Ning Xuan he used to know was focused solely on Cultivation, paying no mind to worldly affairs. Now, however, he discovered she possessed a formidable ability to manage the big picture and delegate tasks. ’With skills like these,’ he thought, ’she would be even more brilliant deploying troops on the battlefield.’ He then remembered—of course. She had already commanded troops on S12 Resource Star in the Edge Star Domain and had even been awarded the Central General Rank by the Military Department.
In fact, the officers who had served under her on S12 Resource Star still worshipped her like a goddess and would follow her orders without question, even long after she had left.
’Ning Xuan must have had her reasons for staying at the medical relief center.’ Yan Fuzhen mused. If nothing else, in just three short months, she had won the complete and heartfelt respect of the center’s nearly 200 doctors and S-Class or higher Controllers.
And the wounded soldiers she had treated were all deeply grateful to her.
Now that Ning Xuan had everything at the medical center running smoothly, she turned her gaze to the front lines.
Ning Xuan stood on the medical center’s observation deck, her gaze traveling past layer upon layer of defensive perimeters to the distant, faint flashes of light and fire. That was the front line.
Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the observation deck’s outer railing. She had spent three months whipping the medical center into a state of perfect order.
The number of wounded arriving from the front seemed to have decreased, but this was an illusion. The reality was that the medical relief center’s efficiency had simply improved. After all, the casualties sent back from the battlefield tended to have a narrow range of afflictions: external trauma, Spiritual Sea contamination, a rising Mutated Value, or some combination thereof.
The more the center’s doctors dealt with these issues, the more proficient they became.
"Notify the doctor, Healer, and nursing teams. Everyone not on duty is to meet in the third-floor conference room in one hour," Ning Xuan ordered.
Chen Hao, the communications officer at her side, immediately acknowledged the order. He sent out a notification through the official work channels and also messaged each team lead individually.
The conference room was packed; not a single seat was empty. Without a word, Ning Xuan pulled up a map of the front line and drew several circles on it with her finger.
"Everyone, after three months of adjustment and adaptation, our individual proficiency has increased dramatically. These charts," she said, projecting a series of tables onto the central screen, "show our detailed metrics for the past three months: daily patient intake, serious injury ratios, mortality rates, average treatment times, and more. The data is clear: our patient throughput is steadily rising, the mortality rate is in a steep decline, and the time it takes us to treat a patient has been cut down to a quarter of what it was initially." The data was presented in easy-to-read tables, making the trends obvious at a glance.
Looking at the charts, the audience was filled with pride. These were their achievements. When the war was over, this data would serve as grounds for commendations and rewards.
Such a stellar record would benefit all of their future careers.
"Director, with the current patient load, we can get by with only half our staff. The rest of us are just sitting idle. Do you think you could find something else for us to do?" a young S-Class Controller in the front row asked.
"That’s precisely what I want to talk about today," Ning Xuan said, displaying another set of photos. "Everyone, the patients we receive have injuries ranging from mild to severe. But the front line is too far from this center. The most critically wounded soldiers on the battlefield simply don’t survive long enough to be brought here."
The photos were from the battlefield, depicting soldiers with severed limbs, grievous wounds, barely clinging to life.
The hall fell silent as everyone took in the images.
They all knew how brutal the front line was, but being confronted with these images still struck them deeply.
"Director, what do you have in mind?" someone asked.
"I intend to form mobile medical teams," Ning Xuan said. "We will go to the front lines, treat the wounded on-site, and lower the battlefield mortality rate."
The moment she finished speaking, the conference room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Frontline medical teams had an extremely high mortality rate. Ning Xuan had assumed no one would be willing to take such a risk and had even prepared a speech to rally them. To her surprise, a female S-Class doctor in the front row immediately stood up. "I’ll join. I’m willing to join a mobile medical team on the front lines."
"Me too."
’...’
Before Ning Xuan could even begin her speech, people were already clamoring to join. She didn’t quite understand their fervor, but seeing them sign up so enthusiastically made her very happy.
In just three days, Ning Xuan had finalized the roster for the mobile medical teams. Once the list was set, they gathered the necessary medical supplies and rushed to the front lines without delay.