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[What? You mean... I only heard he fell off his bike, but you're saying the leg is in danger?]

The mother's voice over the phone began to tremble.

She must have been coming over leisurely, thinking it was just a normal bruise, so this had to feel like a bolt from the blue.

I wanted to calmly explain the pathophysiology and reassure her, but the patient in front of me was in a super-emergency state, with the leg muscles dying by the second.

"I suspect the blood vessels leading to the student's leg are blocked, so I'll explain the details face-to-face when you come to the ER. The ER registration desk or nurses will call once more about the consent form, so please make sure you answer. Drive safely and get here."

[Ah, yes... yes! Doctor! I'll be there right away!]

Thud.

I ended the call as soon as I heard the answer and shoved my phone into my pocket.

The guardian's shock could wait.

First I had to save the leg; only then could I get blamed or thanked, right...