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Chapter 7 - Doctor Trucks Were Not Hospitals, but a Question

The sound of a siren was always the same.But that day, it felt different.

As the noise echoed off the city's concrete walls,Song Jaemin was unusually calm.

On the monitor beside the driver's seat of Doctor Truck No. 2,real-time accident data was scrolling upward.

Highway entrance ramp.Multiple-vehicle collision.At least four occupants.

Under the conventional emergency system,selecting a hospital, confirming availability,and waiting for an emergency room would take at least forty minutes.

"We're not going to a hospital today."

The nurse beside him gave a short laugh."Doctor, you know hospitals hate hearing that."

"That's fine," Song replied."Hospitals don't die from being offended."

The Doctor Truck stopped in the middle of the road as soon as it arrived.Inside the police line, officers hesitated.

"Performing surgery here is illegal."

Song fastened his helmet and answered calmly."We haven't started surgery yet. We're examining."

"That's even more danger—"

"The danger," Song interrupted,"is inside that car."

When the truck doors opened, the scene fell silent.

A mobile CT scanner.Blood analysis equipment.A trauma treatment module.

This wasn't an ambulance.It was a condensed general hospital.

As the patient's unstable vitals appeared on the monitor,Song made the decision without hesitation.

"Internal bleeding.If we move him, he'll go into shock.We open here."

A firefighter muttered under his breath,"This is going to get torn apart in the news."

Song didn't look up."The news comes out tomorrow.The bleeding is happening now."

The surgery took twenty-seven minutes.

For those twenty-seven minutes,every contradiction of this country's emergency medical systemstood silently nearby.

The law was slow.The system was ambiguous.No one spoke clearly about responsibility.

Instead, the scalpel spoke.Blood pressure answered.

The patient survived.

Footage of the scene, accidentally captured by a foreign news agency,spread across the world within hours.

The BBC described it as"not a mobile hospital, but a mobile decision-making system."

CNN added,"They did not move the hospital.They moved the decision forward."

Domestic reactions were divided.

"Isn't this illegal?""Doctors go on strike and now this is a show?""They saved a life, but why does it still feel wrong?"

At a press conference the next day,Song Jaemin answered simply.

"Doctor Trucks are not medical technology.They are a question.

Why must a person go to a hospital to survive?Why, if a hospital cannot come,must a person die?"

That night, a new document appeared in the TF team's conference room.

Two Middle Eastern countries.One Nordic country.

Official review requests for adopting the Doctor Truck system.

Someone joked quietly,"Should we export first and persuade our own country later?"

Song did not smile.

"No," he said softly."Our own country will be the hardest."

And soon, that became reality.

The following week:a nationwide medical union strike announcement.A statement issued by the Association of Major Hospitals.

And a single-line headline:

"Government Puts Review of Doctor Truck System on Hold."

Song folded the paper and turned the siren back on.

"'On hold' is an administrative term," he said."It doesn't apply to bleeding."

The Doctor Truck moved again.

This time, its destination was not an accident site—but the system itself.

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