Chapter 109: When It Rains, It Pours

【Emergency Mission: A neglected yet important surgical procedure.

Mission Content: Complete one Interventional Embolization Hemostasis surgery.

Mission Time: 6 hours.

Mission Reward: 10,000 Experience Points, 30 Surgical Points, random skill ×1.】

Ji Xiang stared intently at the System Panel in the top right corner of his field of vision; the previous chain of missions hadn't been triggered by the partial Kidney Resection patient after all, but simply because Wu Zong had a rather large head, and the raindrops were falling quite heavily.

Thinking this, Ji Xiang glanced at Wu Zong.

Big-headed son?

Hey!

No joking, this mission was more important than Ji Xiang had imagined; at the very least, the system's assessment and rewards said it all.

A random skill!

Ji Xiang's eyes lit up.

Wu Zong had no idea what was going on in Ji Xiang's mind; with a serious expression, he pushed the patient back to the ward like a gust of wind.

Upon entering the ward, he immediately looked for a Nurse, his gaze sharp, his right hand pressing down firmly.

The movements were incredibly practiced; it was clear that under Wu Zong's "influence," the nurses in the Urology Department had become accustomed to emergency rescues.

One must be incredibly unlucky to develop such a conditioned reflex.

The Nurse understood, immediately converting the intravenous access left by the Emergency Department into two lines, hanging one bottle of Physiological Saline, one bottle of hydroxyethyl starch, and leaving one intravenous access with a three-way stopcock, ready at any moment to push emergency medication.

While securing the intravenous access, she "incidentally" drew two tubes of blood to be sent for testing.

Ji Xiang also began to help; as long as he wasn't using a skill, Ji Xiang had absolutely no awareness of being a "superior doctor."

He helped the Nurse with Skin Preparation and inserting the Urinary Catheter for the patient.

Ji Xiang worked smoothly; such small tasks were accomplished in one go.

Soon, Liu Zhuren of the Urology Department arrived; he hadn't even had time to change his clothes, first looking at the patient's Ultrasound report.

"Damn it!"

Liu Zhuren cursed viciously; his voice was very low, but Ji Xiang heard it clearly.

Next was finding the Interventional Department to perform Embolization Hemostasis; similar situations included massive gynecological hemorrhages, and if the Interventional Department didn't exist, the only option would likely be to remove the organ.

The uterus has a rich blood supply, and Vascular Reconstruction is fast after Embolization Hemostasis. But the kidney's blood supply is much worse; Embolization Hemostasis will affect a portion of kidney function afterward.

But no matter what, it is better than directly cutting out the kidney.

Saving even a little bit of function is better than nothing.

Liu Zhuren walked out with a dark face; he pulled out his phone and turned the corner back to his office.

Only after entering did he dial the phone of Zhao Zhuren from the Interventional Department.

The phone rang many times, but there was no answer on the other end; Liu Zhuren's heart rose higher and higher, becoming increasingly worried.

"Hello, who is this!"

The call was finally connected, but the voice on the other end was very slurred, as if the tongue had been swollen by a rock.

Damn it!

Liu Zhuren almost threw his phone directly.

Falling!

Declining!!

Off-duty time belongs to oneself, but doctors, especially those with rare blood types, do not have time that entirely belongs to them.

For example, the Interventional Department.

Originally, the Second Affiliated Hospital's Interventional Department had the Four Great Vajras, whose skill levels were all first-class in the province; not to mention general surgeries, they could perform all surgeries including TIPS Shoushu.

At that time, the Interventional Department was strong and well-staffed, with seventy or eighty beds completely full; hospitalization required appointments and waiting in line.

But starting a few years ago, as income decreased, three of the Four Great Vajras left, and the one remaining was the oldest, on the verge of retirement.

And today, he had gotten drunk; Liu Zhuren's head felt like it was splitting in two.

"Zhao Zhuren, Zhao Zhuren, I have a patient here with Hemorrhagic Shock, bleeding after a partial Kidney Resection!"

Liu Zhuren shouted almost at the top of his lungs.

"Woooooo~~~"

A sound of sobbing came from the other end of the phone, heartbroken and distressing to hear.

Liu Zhuren was stunned; what was this?

"Lao Zhao?" Liu Zhuren asked tentatively, suppressing the anxiety in his heart.

"I've lived my whole life in vain, damn it."

It turned out that along with the sobbing of Zhao Zhuren of the Interventional Department, there was also a chorus of crying and karaoke background music coming from the other end.

The bizarre sobbing and the noisy karaoke hall on the other end of the phone left Liu Zhuren in a daze; was he dreaming or was this place haunted?

For a moment, Liu Zhuren even doubted whether the emergency hemorrhage tonight was real.

"Liu Zhuren, I'm sorry."

A woman's voice came from the other end, interrupting Liu Zhuren's confusion.

That person seemed to be walking away with the phone, looking for a quiet place to talk. As her footsteps moved away, the sobbing gradually faded.

Liu Zhuren didn't ponder the gossip; the person on the other end was the Head Nurse of the Interventional Department; he could tell just by the voice.

"Liu Zhuren, I'm really sorry, Zhao Zhuren is drunk," the Head Nurse of the Interventional Department sniffled and said very embarrassedly, "Is there something going on on your end?"

Listening to her voice, it seemed she had been crying too, just not as emotionally as Zhao Zhuren.

"Emergency surgery, is there anyone else who can work?" Liu Zhuren asked urgently.

"..." The other side was silent, then, the Head Nurse asked, "Bleeding?"

"Bleeding 42 days after partial Kidney Resection, Hemorrhagic Shock."

"I'll drag Zhao Zhuren back; the on-duty second-line... can barely manage it."

"Good!" Liu Zhuren agreed directly, "If Zhao Zhuren doesn't wake up, I'll slap him awake with big ear-smacks."

A faint, ethereal sigh seemed to come from the other side.

A layer of gloom buried itself in Liu Zhuren's heart, but there was no other way; he could only contact the Interventional Department's second-line first, then go to the DSA Shi to take a look.

He hoped that person's skill level was decent.

As long as they were in their prime, the Four Great Vajras of the Interventional Department had been poached one after another by Nanfang Yiyuan; this was an unavoidable matter.

Doctors who resigned from the Second Affiliated Hospital and other hospitals in the Provincial Hospital had a "Heading South" group; it was said there were seven or eight hundred people in the group, all of them strong, middle-aged pillars between 35 and 45 years old.

The worse the economy, the harder it was to retain talent; there was no good solution for this either.

Over these years, Liu Zhuren had seen countless examples.

But one couldn't expect Zhao Zhuren to wait for emergency surgeries anytime and anywhere like a Puritan during off-hours; if that were the case, Zhao Zhuren would likely retire early and find a hospital in the south.

Sigh, the logic was the logic, but Liu Zhuren felt quite uncomfortable inside.

The skill level of the Interventional Department's second-line Ma Jiaoshou was average, and it was highly likely he wouldn't be able to complete the surgery.

This surgery not only required hemostasis, but there was also a key point—to perform a level 3 Embolization as much as possible, so that the Kidney function would lose just a little bit less.

Forget it, let's get on the table first and then see!

Preparations on this side were finished, but the Interventional Department's second-line Ma Jiaoshou kept not speaking, his face gloomy. It looked as if his face was written full of the words: "I can't handle this surgery, don't make me take the blame."

"Let's do an Angiography first and see," Liu Zhuren suggested helplessly.

"Liu Zhuren, the requirements for this kind of surgery in your department are too high; I really can't handle it," Ma Jiaoshou said clearly without reservation.

"Try it and see; if it doesn't work, then it's just bad luck."

"Wuwuwu~~~"

The wailing of a middle-aged or elderly man came, heartbroken and soul-shattering.

Not knowing how many grievances he had suffered, he was venting them out through a heavy bout of drinking.

(End of chapter)