Chapter 5: Are You a Pilot or What?!

In the ambulance’s rear compartment, Ren Queyue and nurse Xiao Liu, who were nervously monitoring the patient, were suddenly flung by inertia.

“Whoa!” Xiao Liu cried out in alarm and quickly steadied the equipment.

Ren Queyue was also startled. After steadying herself, she looked toward the driver’s cabin in disbelief.

“What… what’s going on?”

Before they could react, she executed another series of continuous S-shaped maneuvers to overtake the vehicles ahead.

Feng Miwan’s eyes quickly scanned the rearview and side mirrors, seizing fleeting gaps in the traffic. She made small, continuous corrections to the steering wheel.

The ambulance darted through the not-so-wide lanes like a nimble fish, leaving one car after another behind at astonishing speed.

She even used her subtle perception of the road’s slope to lightly accelerate over a shallow arch bridge,

gaining a momentary “weightlessness” to reduce drag, then steadily gripped the ground upon landing.

“My God…”

Xiong Yibai in the passenger seat felt like she was on a high-speed roller coaster.

She prided herself on her strong mental fortitude, but now she had to grip the door handle tightly with her other hand as well.

She watched the woman beside her, who was focused on driving, execute every maneuver decisively to the extreme.

This completely overturned the impression from just minutes ago in the bookstore of the “kind” woman gesturing in sign language.

This wasn’t just ordinary fast driving!

This was absolutely professional, top-tier driving technique!

“Right turn! Cut through that alley on the right—it’ll save at least a kilometer!”

Xiong Yibai suppressed her shock, her voice trembling slightly from the vehicle’s jolts and speed.

“Got it.”

Feng Miwan’s eyes flicked over. The moment Xiong Yibai finished speaking,

she signaled, downshifted while feathering the accelerator to smoothly match engine revs—a technique avoiding jerks—, wrenched the wheel hard, and sliced into the narrow alley mouth with a sharp right turn.

The ambulance’s side mirrors nearly scraped the walls, but she controlled it perfectly, without slowing down a bit.

In the rear compartment, Ren Queyue and nurse Xiao Liu were completely dumbfounded.

Xiao Liu’s face was pale as she clutched the emergency equipment tightly, her voice quivering with a sob:

“Dr. Ren… this speed… is it… for real? I… I feel like I’m gonna puke…”

Ren Queyue wasn’t much better off. She struggled to maintain her balance while monitoring the patient and replied with difficulty:

“I… I don’t know either… But look at the heart rate… it seems… because of the bumps? It’s actually stabilized a bit more? …Hold on tight!”

Her words were interrupted by another emergency evasion maneuver, nearly causing them to collide.

Feng Miwan was completely immersed in driving. The outside world seemed to vanish, leaving only the road, the vehicle, and the destination.

She could even predict road imperfections through the subtle vibrations from the steering wheel and chassis, adjusting in advance to minimize jolts in the rear—

though to Ren Queyue and the others, it already felt like riding in an off-road vehicle.

Just as Xiong Yibai felt her heart was about to leap out of her throat,

the familiar white building of Tanzhou City Hospital finally came into view.

“We’re here! Head straight into the ER lane!”

Xiong Yibai shouted, pointing ahead.

Feng Miwan didn’t hesitate. Her hands wrenched the steering wheel fiercely while her right foot danced between accelerator and brake—

first lightly pressing the gas to build momentum, then slamming the brake while turning. The vehicle tilted sharply across the ground,

tires screeching against the cement and leaving a short black skid mark.

After a crisp, clean drift, the ambulance came to a steady stop right at the ER entrance, perfectly angled for easy rear door access and stretcher loading.

The engine shut off.

An eerie silence fell inside the vehicle.

Feng Miwan released the steering wheel and exhaled, as if she’d just finished an intense race. The sharpness in her eyes quickly faded, returning to that slightly lazy demeanor.

She glanced at the passenger seat and saw Xiong Yibai slowly loosening her white-knuckled grip on the handle.

Xiong Yibai turned her head toward Feng Miwan, her eyes filled with complex emotions—shock, lingering fear, and admiration.

From the passenger seat, she could clearly see the speed on the dashboard—Feng Miwan had kept the ambulance’s average speed steady at 75-85 km/h throughout, hitting 95 km/h in smoother stretches.

City main roads had peak-hour limits of 60 km/h, while secondary roads and alleys were only 30-40 km/h.

Her speeds were 1.5 to 3 times the limits, yet there were no sudden brakes or loss of control. She mastered the vehicle, balancing “fast” and “stable” to perfection—

using weight transfer in corners to counter centrifugal force, timing overtakes in traffic gaps to minimize slowing—even the “weightless acceleration” over the shallow bridge—to shave seconds.

By normal route and conditions, the trip from near the bookstore to Tanzhou City Hospital would take an ordinary driver 10-20 minutes off-peak, or over half an hour in congestion.

But Feng Miwan compressed it to 5-8 minutes with her elite skills, cutting the time by nearly two-thirds.

“…We’re here. Heh.”

Feng Miwan touched her nose, murmuring a bit sheepishly.

The rear door slid open with a clatter. Ren Queyue, her face ashen, poked her head in, her voice floating:

“…Sis… what… exactly do you do?! Are you a pilot?!”

The little nurse beside her was leaning on the door, legs so wobbly she could barely stand.

Feng Miwan scratched the back of her head. “Uh… just… drove a bit fast.”

“A bit?!!!” Ren Queyue’s voice finally regained some strength.

But now wasn’t the time to discuss driving skills.

ER staff rushed out with gurneys.

“Quick! Two patients! One acute MI post-resuscitation, one suspected cardiogenic shock!”

Xiong Yibai jumped out and briefed the receiving doctors.

Ren Queyue reined in her shock and, with the nurse, worked with the ER team to swiftly transfer the two patients to the gurneys.

“Male patient, 58, sudden loss of consciousness on-site, ventricular fibrillation, restored sinus rhythm after two defibrillations…”

“Zhang Shifu, male, around 45, sudden chest pain with loss of consciousness, blood pressure unreadable…”

Xiong Yibai and Ren Queyue jogged alongside the gurneys, alternating reports of key clinical info to the doctors.

Feng Miwan watched their backs as they dove straight into action, then glanced at the patients being wheeled into the resuscitation room. She knew her job here was done.

She slipped out of the driver’s seat and walked out of the hospital entrance.

The evening breeze brushed her face, dissipating some of the adrenaline from that high-speed dash.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Zhao Shutong’s number.