Chapter 733

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

"You're not joking?" Fang Ziye's sudden flirtatiousness nearly snapped Ceng Duoqin's waist.

"No, Ziye, you're not even pretending anymore?"

Following the usual script, Ceng Duoqin would offer a few words of praise, Fang Ziye would be modest a few times, and that would complete the pleasantries.

Then the two would attach a few more sentences to Yuan Weihong — isn't that just a bit of small talk?

Yet Fang Ziye had to twist the direction of this small talk, blocking it in front of Yuan Weihong.

Fang Ziye's expression was calm as he asked seriously: "Teacher Ceng, in your eyes, or rather, from what you've heard, what kind of person am I?"

"Talented, neither arrogant nor impatient, hardworking, down-to-earth. EQ's pretty high too."

"Hmm... heard you're actually quite the flirt in private too." Ceng Duoqin was older than Fang Ziye, and this was a private chat, so he wasn't particularly formal.

Fang Ziye listened, his eye corners flickering several times before he said: "Teacher Ceng, actually where would I know any human relations? The most my parents taught me was to be more honest when outside."

"Endure a bit more when things happen, after all, outside, one's family background is thin."

"I started out that way too, but my college entrance exam scores were middling, ended up at a 211, undergraduate grades also middling, then came to Han City University for grad school."

"During this period, I discovered that blindly bowing and scraping is useless. But there weren't many people who could teach me what human relations are, so I could only rely on my own understanding."

"It's actually just finding your own positioning."

"As a student, you must study first, master skills to eat, study excellently to possibly be noticed by teachers."

"Being noticed is the prerequisite for being appreciated. An earnest, down-to-earth character is one foundation for being noticed — that was my initial interaction mode with my teachers."

"This world is very objective and cold."

"Effort only means you can be noticed, have a tiny bit of presence; only excellence makes you stand out in a crowd."

"That was the positioning I found for myself during my student years. If my specialty wasn't good enough, I'd work hard on it; whoever was more excellent, I'd consult them."

"Like Senior Brother Sun Shaoqing, like my Master, like my classmates, and Senior Brother Wang Yuanqi and them, including my current fiancee Tingzhu — I consulted her before too..."

"If the dish isn't good, practice more — that was a positioning back then."

"Later, when I had a bit of basic skills, I thought I could be like the Senior Brothers, have a bit of promise."

"But after returning to the country, I found the people around me changed again; the Senior Brothers' mysterious veils gradually fell away. After becoming Chief Resident, there was a batch of very excellent colleagues — professional skills good, research good too."

"Distance to my teachers, to the superiors in the department, also became closer. At that time, my positioning was one of the roles."

"Plus my Master egged me on, so I really relied on my Master's face and kicked Professor Duan Hong."

"Recalling now, I was really reckless then; fortunately my positioning of my teachers wasn't wrong — they've always had my back."

"After that, went to the sanatorium, now back again."

"My greatest self-awareness is winning in having self-awareness."

Fang Ziye never brings his "future" possible heights into his current "identity" — such confusion would only make Fang Ziye appear exceptionally chuunibyou!

For instance, if Fang Ziye got a Skill Point Allocation Panel, he'd think he was about to take off, raise his positioning to a role that could lead his own teachers, swaggering about, ignoring everything his teachers said...

Wouldn't that be an idiot?

For instance, during Fang Ziye's "targeted support" in Enshi, he completely disregarded the directors at Enshi Central Hospital — I'm going to be Hubei Province's Discipline Leader in the future, what are you all?

If he went to Enshi Central Hospital with that mindset, Fang Ziye believes whether it was former Director Zhang Mingcan or current Director Wu Guonan, they would directly sideline Fang Ziye.

The future is expectation, the present is reality; everyone can only live through today — you cannot bring tomorrow's achievements into today's role, or you'll produce identity confusion and make people think you're a nutcase.

"Then now? How do you view yourself?" Ceng Duoqin scratched his temple, asking in a soft voice.

"Just like I said a moment ago?" Fang Ziye replied with a smile.

"Teacher Ceng, is there anything wrong with that?"

Fang Ziye's sincerity directly left Ceng Duoqin defeated and helpless.

Sincerity is the sharpest weapon — irresistible yet catching people off guard.

Ceng Duoqin found no rebuttal, so he began following Fang Ziye's train of thought to conduct a three-dimensional positioning of Fang Ziye.

In reality, any positioning is actually relatively vague — only a single line, then fluctuating up and down.

As long as it's within a reasonable fluctuation range, it's normal.

If one truly observes Fang Ziye's capabilities, accumulation, achievements, research level, and grades already obtained, Fang Ziye hasn't exaggerated.

Fang Ziye right now can calmly say: if Yuan Weihong is pretending, then he is the real deal.

Fang Ziye's battle record is verifiable — it has caused no small impact on domestic orthopedics and the global industry.

Those who can reach this step are all already accomplished figures in the industry, titans stirring up winds and clouds.

Though Fang Ziye is young and his title not high, his ability — no one dares underestimate anymore.

"It's the truth." Ceng Duoqin, after vertically comparing himself and Fang Ziye, could only concede.

As the two conversed, Fang Ziye's phone rang.

It was Fang Ziye's newly issued work phone, used for consultations.

Seeing this, Fang Ziye's brows instantly furrowed: "Hello! ~"

"May I ask if you're Professor Fang Ziye of Orthopedics? This is the Medical Affairs Department — we just received an emergency consultation request from the Emergency Department, proposed consultation time is 11:00 AM sharp."

"Please ensure Orthopedics arrives at the Emergency Resuscitation Room on time for the consultation!" The other party didn't deliberately name him, but made the fundamental requirement.

Fang Ziye could go himself or not, but Orthopedics must have a Deputy Chief Physician present at the emergency consultation site.

Hearing this, Fang Ziye raised his wrist: "Received! ~"

The other party might know Fang Ziye, and knowing Fang Ziye just assumed the "Director" role, added a prompt: "If Professor Fang is inconvenienced on the platform, the second-line shift can come over."

Clinical scheduling: regular ward shifts are handled by resident physicians, frontline shifts by chief residents, attending physicians and associate professors cover second-line shifts, while professors and ward directors cover third-line shifts.

In principle, whole-hospital consultation requires second-line personnel or above to be present; it does not necessarily require a professor to attend.

Otherwise, surgical professors would be on the operating table, and if a whole-hospital consultation forced them to stop surgery, such a "mandatory" system would be too much nonsense.

"Okay, thank you! ~" Fang Ziye hung up the phone.

Ceng Duoqin checked the time and said: "Consultation at eleven, it's already ten forty; looks like the patient sent to the Emergency Department has more ill fortune than good."

"I estimate by the time you reach the scene, the patient will no longer have a chance to enter the operating room."

Fang Ziye stood up: "Professor Ceng, then I'll go over first to see the situation."

Ceng Duoqin nodded: "Of course, this is your right as Director Fang, and also your first experience as a director."

Before Fang Ziye, he had never participated in a whole-hospital consultation; no other reason — even though Fang Ziye served as "associate professor" in Trauma Surgery, the department's three big bosses were quite capable.

Yuan Weihong and the others did not push this task onto Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye smiled at the words, and walked quickly out of the operating room. Passing the sink, Fang Ziye turned his head to look at the mirror for three seconds, made two deep-breathing motions, then tightened his abdomen and strode out of the operating room.

When Fang Ziye arrived at the Emergency Department, people in the same green clothes as him were streaming in and out of the resuscitation room doorway, each wearing disposable blue shoe covers.

However, they were not all there for the whole-hospital consultation; there were also chief residents for emergency consultations and second-line emergency consultations called by the Emergency Department...

Fang Ziye had no mood to appreciate such busyness; he walked straight toward the nurse station surrounded by patient family members: "Where is the Emergency Department's grand consultation?"

The nurse was speaking with a patient's family; she pointed toward the inside of the resuscitation room: "Go inside and ask."

"Auntie, this examination is an emergency CT; follow this yellow line and you can reach the emergency CT room, okay?"

"You'd better hurry and call your family to come over..." Clearly, she was more worried about this aunt's "cranial" CT.

Fang Ziye sidestepped past, bypassed the elderly person, and walked quickly toward the emergency resuscitation room.

Security guards at the resuscitation room doorway were holding back a small number of family members with varying emotions, but Fang Ziye was currently wearing surgical scrubs, which like the white coat is a hard pass in the hospital, so he passed through unimpeded.

After entering the resuscitation area, Fang Ziye again reached the cramped nurse station; several nurses hurriedly pushed carts in and out, paying no attention to Fang Ziye at all.

Each rushing about on their own.

There were also many Willie medical order voices continuously coming from each resuscitation room cubicle.

Fortunately there was still a duty nurse at the nurse station; Fang Ziye pressed: "Where is the whole-hospital consultation?"

The nurse said: "Resuscitation Room 3; the grand consultation hasn't started yet, but you can go over and take a look first."

As the nurse spoke she looked up, saw Fang Ziye's brow and eyes, and froze for nearly three seconds — perhaps rattled by Fang Ziye's heroic spirit: "Resuscitation Room 3; I can't take you there right now."

Fang Ziye had already sidestepped away; she kept staring at Fang Ziye's back view until the phone rang again, only then returning to her work.

When Fang Ziye reached Resuscitation Room 3, the inside could be described as a chaotic pot of congee.

On the resuscitation bed lay a person, trachea already cut open, several white coats surrounded him, covered in blood splatter! ~

On the floor, on the walls, there were blood drops.

"Still can't stop it! ~"

"Have the Vascular Surgery people arrived? Trauma Surgery." A middle-aged man roared.

"Emergency consultation has a fifteen-minute window; the call was placed only six minutes ago." A younger one, looking like just a master's or doctoral resident physician, replied.

"What a mess."

"Hold it down! ~"

"Cotton pads, cotton pads..." The person on the opposite side began frantically stuffing white cotton pads into the abdominal incision.

The white cotton pads were quickly soaked through with blood...

"ECMO ready." An operating white coat responded, stepping back two steps.

"Massive intra-abdominal bleeding can't be stopped; ten ECMO machines would be useless." The previously ill-tempered middle-aged man cursed again.

ECMO is cardiopulmonary bypass, which can replace heart and lung function.

But with arterial active bleeding, if hemostasis cannot be achieved, two or three minutes could drain all blood from the body...

Fang Ziye had previously served as chief resident, so he knew roughly what the current situation was.

Applying for a whole-hospital consultation is actually to summon professors from every specialty to come immediately, not for a genuine consultation discussion to "tear into each other"!

Now, the hospital's new ward is newly built, so the professors' surgical volumes are not high; therefore, professor resources are relatively abundant at this time.

While watching, Fang Ziye had already put on a pair of sterile gloves.

Just put them on — no disinfection, no hand washing!

Fang Ziye couldn't care about that much anymore; although he hadn't even had time to see the patient's full condition, from the abdominal bleeding situation, if he didn't go over now, the patient would probably not survive until the specialist doctors arrived.

Fortunately, Fang Ziye had previously worked in the Emergency Department during his time as chief resident, so Fang Ziye knew people: "Zhi Ge. I'm Fang Ziye."

Fang Ziye had no extra nonsense.

Deng Zhi, former Emergency Surgery chief resident, currently Emergency Department attending, came to this new campus side.

Before Deng Zhi could reply, a middle-aged man hurriedly reported: "Director Chen, Orthopedics' Fang Ziye has arrived! ~"

Then he tilted his head, unhesitatingly shooing away a small master's student helping opposite him: "Make way!"

The small master's student just froze for a moment; seeing his operating spot being held by someone, he immediately stepped back, without any hesitation or impatience.

Fang Ziye squeezed in at the first opening, no pleasantries whatsoever, lowered his head and thrust his hands into the abdomen.

On the opposite side, Fang Ziye's familiar voice rang out again; if Fang Ziye guessed right, it should be Wang Liqun, recently promoted to associate professor in Emergency Department, who was a senior attending when Fang Ziye served as chief resident.

"Ziye, initial suspicion of abdominal aortic injury; packing hemostasis was done on site; after arrival he quickly deteriorated."

"Director Chen and I could only be forced to open the abdomen, clamped several branch arteries, but still haven't found the abdominal aortic rupture point."

"Not necessarily the abdominal aorta! ~ But there's definitely aortic bleeding..." Wang Liqun, Big Brother, chose unconditional trust in Fang Ziye.

Even though Fang Ziye had left the chief resident post for over a year, left Zhongnan Hospital for over a year.

The name Fang Ziye, these three characters, appearing again, he had not the slightest hesitation.

Fang Ziye's train of thought followed along with Wang Liqun; he didn't reply a single word, merely glanced at Deng Ziye!

Deng Zhi understood perfectly and had long since delivered the surgical tray and a large number of hemostats to Fang Ziye's convenient reach, making it easy for Fang Ziye to grab them.

"Blood pressure and oxygen saturation are both failing!"

"The patient is going into shock," said the doctor monitoring vital signs.

"Increase the norepinephrine infusion rate!"

"Prepare epinephrine and norepinephrine, be ready for IV push at any moment!" That familiar voice came through again — should be Big Brother Liu Wentao from the EICU.

Fang Ziye no longer paid attention to anything else; after removing some of the cotton pads packed in the abdomen, he finally located the source of the bleeding, and moreover, Fang Ziye's physical reaction was extremely swift.

In just two breaths, he clamped down on it.

Although a delay of two or three seconds caused the patient's blood pressure to fluctuate again, once Fang Ziye had it clamped, with Fang Ziye's manual hemostasis technique, he could guarantee no blood loss in the short term!

Then, without the slightest hesitation, Fang Ziye used his left hand to pick up a hemostat and drove it into the patient's abdomen.

Fang Ziye's gloves only reached near his wrists, and his scrub top was short-sleeved; therefore, Fang Ziye's hands were stained with the patient's bright red blood.

Feeling the wetness and heat, Fang Ziye instinctively frowned, but he suppressed the inner tremor and completed the clamping for hemostasis!

However, after the maneuver, Fang Ziye did not linger; instead, he quickly clamped the distal end of the abdominal aortic rupture as well, preventing blood from refluxing and bleeding out.

After the cotton pads packed in the abdomen were pulled out, Fang Ziye's other hand began feeling the wound!

Fortunately, the patient's aortic rupture was a vertical tear, not a transverse transection.

That makes sense too — if it were a transverse transection, the patient would have died on the way here, and by now they'd be done with symbolic resuscitation and sent to the morgue, not in the resuscitation room.

It's a vertical tear, so there's room to operate!

Fang Ziye immediately chose to insert two more hemostats, clamping the tear firmly with both, then chose to release the clamp on the abdominal aorta, restoring its blood supply.

The meaning of blood volume lies in circulation.

Circulation being more important than respiration doesn't mean just having blood is enough; the blood must be circulating. If you clamp the aorta, you lose the meaning of circulation.

Temporary clamping is, after all, only a stopgap measure!

The operation is simple and crude, but completing it is not easy at all — without the requisite technical threshold, one wouldn't even dare think of it.

However, this kind of operation is not the first time Fang Ziye has completed it.

So Professor Chen Guofeng let out a long breath of relief; with his surgical foundation, he quickly said: "Negative pressure suction!"

"Anesthetize the patient, give muscle relaxant. Reduce pain response, we need to do an exploratory laparotomy for hemostasis."

"The aortic bleeding has been stopped, but other small arterial injuries also need to be controlled."

But as Chen Guofeng spoke, he found his orders were superfluous — Deng Zhi and Wang Liqun, as if they were Fang Ziye's subordinates, coordinated with Fang Ziye seamlessly.

While he was speaking, the three of them had already coordinated to send in several more hemostats, and at this moment, Fang Ziye was already leading the team, having reached the pelvic position, leading the handling of pelvic bleeding.

Seeing this, Chen Guofeng realized something, yet did not speak up to disturb them.

However many questions, hold them in!

This may be the Emergency Department, but whoever can command the resuscitation rhythm is the Big Brother.

Fang Ziye has already seized the rhythm; if he gave orders now, that wouldn't be commanding, it would be making trouble.

After Fang Ziye inserted a few more hemostats, he tilted his head and said: "Didn't you tell the blood bank to prepare blood?"

"It's here, but not hung yet? Mainly afraid we can't transfuse fast enough and it'll go to waste," replied the young doctor monitoring vital signs.

"You saving it for a drink?!" Fang Ziye retorted, lowering his head to continue.

Indeed this is just the Emergency Department, not Anesthesiology.

In Anesthesiology, transfusion is something Fang Ziye wouldn't have to worry about, but today as he operated, he still hadn't heard a response of the patient's blood pressure rising.

Fang Ziye thought his operation had a problem; he shook his head — the patient was still only hanging colloid.

If you're going to play it like this, why the hell am I operating so hard?

Can my hemostasis conjure up blood volume?

Make a starving man lie down, don't give him food, and he won't starve to death?

Of course, Fang Ziye wasn't losing his temper just for the sake of it; reasoning at this time would only waste more time.

Transfusion caught up immediately.

Soon, Lan Tianluo had arrived at the resuscitation room, but his first glance caught Fang Ziye's figure, and he immediately abandoned the abdominal visual exam.

He rushed straight for the lower limb wound.

Then, the Cardiovascular Surgery and General Surgery chief residents arrived one after another, but they had no position at all.

Moreover, these people had only been there a short while when Lan Tianluo's side had just gotten gloves on and managed to expose the first artery with a tear.

Fang Ziye's side had already stood up, both hands blood-red before his chest: "Transfer to OR, we can't do the subsequent operations here!"

"Massive hemorrhage I've already handled. Transfer directly to OR."

The resuscitation room doing temporary life-saving operations is a stopgap; wanting to complete all the resuscitation surgeries is bullshit.

"The patient's vital signs are still unstable!" said the doctor monitoring vital signs.

"If he doesn't go to the OR, he will die; transfer him, and only then is there a slim chance of survival!"

"He doesn't just have arterial bleeding; the liver and spleen are both ruptured. Although I clamped the major arteries and veins, there's still occult blood loss."

"Transfer to OR!" Chen Guofeng didn't hesitate, ordering directly.

Professor Li Zhiyuan, standing behind Chen Guofeng, began rapidly clearing the crowd, shouting in a low voice: "Make way, transfer to OR, make way!"

"Clear the green channel for me!" Li Zhiyuan roared even louder, his voice piercing straight through the emergency resuscitation room and rushing outward.

Hearing this, the nurse station and guide nurses all immediately put down what they were doing and began clearing and dispersing the crowd.

The green channel is, in principle, the hospital's internal emergency lifeline; in principle, it cannot be obstructed.

But the patients and family members in the Emergency Department are also people; they need to walk, need transport; it's impossible to have zero obstruction.

But usually sentiment is sentiment; in an emergency, principle is principle!

"Make way!"

"Everyone, make way."

"Someone needs to be transferred to the Emergency Operating Room."

"Everyone, thanks for your hard work, make way! ~"

The nurses' shouts and Professor Li Zhiyuan's angry roars formed two extremes: "Move aside! ~"

"Hurry up and move aside!! ~"

"If we hit anyone, we're not responsible! ~"

"Speed up, don't worry about it! ~"

"Faster, even faster." Li Zhiyuan held the front of the stretcher, waving both hands, roaring at the top of his lungs, eyes bloodshot.

But his eyes were fixed on the patient's monitor the whole time, not moving an inch, not even shifting angle.

At the same time, he was still running alongside the stretcher.

Lan Tianluo and the others, young and strong, merely cleared the way on both sides, directly pushing the speed to the extreme.

Fang Ziye, Deng Zhi, Wang Liqun — the three knelt on three spots on the bed, still burying their heads "working! ~"

The three's operations were "violent"; during the bed's movement, blood splashed like water.

Seeing this scene, patients and family members retreated one after another.

And seeing the impact of Li Zhiyuan and the others, hearing Li Zhiyuan's "roar," the originally gentle nurses directly started running with all their might, quickly clearing the path ahead.

Although Li Zhiyuan said they weren't responsible if they hit someone, a lawsuit later would most likely be split fifty-fifty between the hospital and the patient.

But no one wanted to invite extra trouble.

"Make way! ~"

"Everyone make way, understand a bit."

"Give a little space, situation is urgent, don't get hit."

Finally, the bed arrived at the operating room doorway.

Someone noticed Fang Ziye wearing short-sleeved scrubs, and put a long-sleeved green protective suit on Fang Ziye!

Sterile or not sterile, that's not important now; what's important is that Fang Ziye touches as little of the patient's blood as possible.

No one knows if the patient has "Infectious Disease"! ~

From the operating room doorway into the operating room, the floor's protective frame needs to be opened.

Taking this opportunity, Fang Ziye stretched both hands forward, flipped the protective suit onto himself, someone behind him fastened the ties in back.

Only delayed nearly ten seconds, Fang Ziye then lowered his head again and continued operating.

People inside the operating room began taking over the stretcher; Emergency Department people withdrew one after another.

Only Surgical System people began removing the disposable shoe covers on their feet, and followed inside.

As for Internal Medicine System professors, they went downstairs in quick steps to change.

White coats cannot enter the operating room.

Outside sterility is a makeshift measure; strict sterility inside the operating room is the principle; you can ignore this patient's sterility, but other patients' sterile environment must be maintained!

After entering the operating room, Fang Ziye only then gently let out a breath of relief: "Major bleeding points all handled, hurry up disinfect and drape, start handling minor bleeding points."

"This patient's bleeding is fierce, I'll go wash my hands, immediately scrub in."

Fang Ziye finished speaking, jumped off the bed, let others complete patient transfer onto the operating table.

Then, Fang Ziye continued instructing: "Tian Luo, you first help Vascular Surgery handle pelvic hematoma, right lower abdomen hematoma and bleeding points! ~"

"Patient also has retroperitoneal hematoma, temporarily no rush to open, hematoma is localized."

"No one is allowed to open it! ~"

"Are Hepatobiliary Surgery people here?" Fang Ziye finished instructing, started asking.

"Here! ~" A youth dressed similarly to Lan Tianluo, wearing scrubs, replied; should have also received the call and just rushed over from the operating room.

"Hurry and call your Superior, this person's liver rupture is quite severe, I stopped the main vessels but it won't hold long." Fang Ziye said.

"Good! ~"

"Our Director is already on the way." Responding to Fang Ziye, he discovered Fang Ziye wasn't listening to his response at all.

Fang Ziye finished speaking and turned: "Anesthesiology still needs to go on ECMO, Circulating Nurse call On-duty Director for authorization, patient has no family and hasn't paid, we must perform emergency surgery immediately, delay one minute and patient might die."

"Delay five minutes, patient will certainly die! ~"

"Lan Tianluo, I'm going out to wash hands, later when Vascular Surgery people arrive, you have them handle abdominal aorta, right external iliac artery tears first, best to complete suture at fastest speed."

"Patient's renal artery, splenic artery, pancreaticoduodenal artery, around celiac trunk a complete mess, I can't handle it! ~"

"Immediately request Cardiac Surgery emergency consultation! ~" Fang Ziye finished speaking, didn't wait for any response, just ran out.

Fang Ziye's voice was crisp and decisive; though his tone sounded young, the unquestionable tone let everyone know Fang Ziye's capability and status were no ordinary.

Others were only stunned by Fang Ziye for two or three seconds, then immediately began rapid disinfection and draping.

Whatever strict sterile principles, couldn't care about that much anymore.

Delay five minutes, patient can die right before your eyes, you still dare do routine disinfection and draping?

Directly splash Povidone-Iodine, hold sterile forceps gripping gauze and cotton pads and start scrubbing patient's skin, roughly scrubbed two rounds, then began simple draping.

Didn't dare drape too much, avoid blocking vision, only covered private parts and especially distal undamaged areas, then applied waterproof membrane, simple disinfection and draping completed.

Lan Tianluo participated up to here, saw Anesthesiology side had already completed anesthesia access and given meds: "Draw an Infectious Disease Panel! ~ Thanks Anesthesiology teachers."

"Quite a few professors got contaminated with patient's blood."

Anesthesiology doctor heard this, didn't freeze, just kept head down continuing patient's pump speed: "Drew it first thing."

"Patient doesn't lack this half minute, so we'll prioritize taking care of our own brothers in Ben Yuan." Anesthesiology doctor was a young man, tone gentle, yet also carrying jianghu air.

No one would miss Fang Ziye's sorry state.

Mask and cap covered in blood is one thing, whole body soaked in blood almost entirely; if under such circumstances the attending anesthesiologist can still turn a blind eye, then he's either a Holy Mother, or a purely stupid fool 1!

Fang Ziye stood at the sink, struggled for three seconds, and finally decided to head downstairs.

His body and hands were covered in blood; not cleaning himself up was "dangerous" and would affect the operation.

Moreover, he had already done the preoperative work to this extent; if the patient died because he took the time to quickly shower and change clothes, he could only say it was deserved.

After all, if the patient still died even under these circumstances, then without his participation in the rescue, the probability of death was ninety-nine point nine percent, with only a zero point one percent miracle.

After running downstairs, Fang Ziye rushed straight to the changing room doorway, grabbed two sets of scrubs, and rushed back into the changing room.

Then, Fang Ziye directly took off his contaminated scrubs, took one set, and entered the shower room...

Fang Ziye only showered for three minutes, barely washing the bloodstains off his body, then began wiping himself down.

He put on his underwear and ran out.

Five minutes later, Fang Ziye was dressed, wearing a mask and cap, and went back upstairs!

Seven minutes later, Fang Ziye entered the operating room from just now and found the area around the operating table was already surrounded by people!

There were old and young; the youngest was Lan Tianluo, the others were all in their thirties!

Bigwigs from all involved specialties also arrived one after another.

Fang Ziye turned his head to glance at the monitor: BP 80/50, HR 122, SpO2 92%!

The vital signs couldn't be called great, but he didn't look like he was about to die either.

Fang Ziye finally smiled faintly, began to slow his rhythm, applied hand disinfection foam again, and unhurriedly started disinfecting, putting on a sterile surgical gown, and donning a pair of sterile surgical gloves.

Fang Ziye finally smiled faintly, began to slow down the rhythm, then applied hand disinfection foam to his hands once more, and unhurriedly started disinfection, put on a sterile surgical gown, and donned a pair of sterile surgical gloves.

General Surgery Professor Gu Junfeng's voice trembled slightly as he murmured in a low voice: "This person's luck is really good, running into someone who can dizzy Yama."

"Black and White Impermanence are probably hiding from him right now! ~"

Gu Junfeng was only here to take over the surgery, but he could tell that for this patient to have these vital signs now, he must have saved tens of thousands in his past life and also harmed quite a few people!

Gu Junfeng had merely come to take over the surgery, yet he could tell that for this patient to have the current vital signs, they must have saved tens of thousands of people in their previous life, and also harmed not a few people!

Otherwise he wouldn't have a way to survive even after being injured like this.

Hepatobiliary Surgery Professor Xu Haoyang hurriedly turned back and said in a low voice: "Hurry up and call Emergency Surgery Professor Chen Guofeng, tell him to come over."

"If he doesn't come, this person's liver can't be saved! ~"

"Yes! ~" The Hepatobiliary Surgery Chief Resident immediately sidestepped to the side and started trembling as he made the call.

However, after his hand trembled a few times, he discovered Professor Chen Guofeng had stepped on the foot-pedal sensor for the pneumatic door from outside and entered.

"Professor Chen." The Chief Resident hurriedly put down the phone.

Chen Guofeng didn't reply, just extended his hand waiting to put on a sterile surgical gown.

Then he looked at Fang Ziye, took a deep breath, and said: "Professor Fang, today we fight together."

Fang Ziye smiled and nodded at Chen Guofeng.

In his heart he was actually a bit puzzled; Chen Guofeng was clearly the Director of Emergency Surgery, why would he come do a Hepatobiliary Surgery operation.

But judging by Gu Junfeng's reaction, this Professor Chen Guofeng should have previously been a Hepatobiliary Surgery professor, just for some unknown reason went to Emergency Surgery.

Fang Ziye then quickly came to the bedside and began meticulously handling the abdominal cavity.

Once the celiac trunk artery shatters in a complex manner, the rescue difficulty increases many times over.

Because the branch arteries of the celiac trunk are inherently messy; once shattered complexly, it's very hard to find a clue.

Of course, that's for ordinary people!

This was also Fang Ziye's first time encountering arterial bleeding he couldn't handle with manual compression, so he could only bring it into the OR.

After Fang Ziye got on the platform, he finally heard good news: "ECMO cannulation successful, patient's vital signs are currently stable."

"Just pericardial effusion or hemopericardium is a bit severe, needs timely handling! ~"

"Professor Han Yu is coming right away." Vascular Surgery Tang Xiaoping immediately replied.

On this New Hospital Area side, Cardiovascular Surgery is merged together; he Tang Xiaoping handles Vascular Surgery, Cardiac Surgery's Han Yu handles the Cardiac Surgery direction.

They didn't divide into specialties in detail.

"Good! ~" The anesthesiologist didn't waste words either; he just gave everyone a stimulant shot.

The operating room fell into silence once again.

Then Cardiac Surgery, Thoracic Surgery, Cardiology, and ICU professors all rushed in from outside, further solidifying the lifesaving direction, forcing Black and White Impermanence and Yama to retreat a few steps!

"Eh..." In the originally silent operating room, Professor Chen Guofeng very abruptly 'groaned'.

The sound was very short, suppressed by Professor Chen Guofeng's powerful surgical bearing, but this sound was very abrupt, so the pitch was high, a bit piercing.

Causing quite a few people to involuntarily look in his direction.

Chen Guofeng simply let out a breath of relief, suppressed the storm in his heart, then said in a low voice: "Dean Wang's love for his disciple Professor Fang really has its reasoning, holy crap."

If Chen Guofeng's sentence didn't have this "holy crap," it would definitely be a perfectly perfect compliment.

Adding it, although it slightly affects his elegant demeanor, makes the compliment more real.

Fang Ziye smiled at Chen Guofeng again: "Hello Professor Chen. Orthopedics Fang Ziye."

Fang Ziye finished speaking, withdrew his hand, signaling he was switching positions; next up Chen Guofeng would be lead surgeon.

Hemostasis was complete, Fang Ziye had no more busybody business; as for how to handle the liver rupture, although Fang Ziye could add points to complete it, adding points just for this one operation and letting them gather dust was obviously not cost-effective.

The previously added Cardiac Surgery and Thoracic Surgery skill sets are still gathering dust.

If switched to Orthopedics-related skills, that would be two Level 6 skills, available anytime, able to improve Fang Ziye's combat power even more! ~

If points are added but can't be used, there's no cost-effectiveness!

Chen Guofeng looked at the wound surface after Fang Ziye's hemostasis and nodded: "Trauma Surgery's hemostasis level is still top-tier in all of surgery."

Fang Ziye heard this and smiled calmly: "Thank you for the praise, Professor Chen."

After a while longer, Chen Guofeng suddenly widened his eyes, scanned Fang Ziye up and down: "Holy crap, my eyes were clumsy, I was negligent."

After a while longer, Chen Guofeng suddenly widened his eyeballs, scanning Fang Ziye up and down: "Holy Crap, my eyes were clumsy, I was negligent."

After who knows how long, Chen Guofeng directly lowered his head and sneakily made a fist-and-palm salute toward Fang Ziye with the instrument in his hand.

One, to express his apology for the previous rash description; two, to show he was convinced.

"Negligent" and "Holy Crap" both fall short to describe it, kid.

Fang Ziye still paid no heed, letting the surgery continue...

Roughly forty-plus minutes passed, and Fang Ziye watched as Lan Tianluo had already completed clearing the pelvic hematoma.

Only then did he take a deep breath, turn his head to let the Hepatobiliary Surgery people come up to assist, while he slowly stepped back.

"Professor Tang, there's still a localized hematoma behind the lower abdominal peritoneum; you handle it when the time comes."

"The patient's vital signs are already stable here; I have to go to the grand consultation site and sign off."

"I won't be coming back in a bit." Fang Ziye said.

Hearing this, Chen Guofeng also stood up: "Xu Haoyang, can you handle the rest too?"

"Take your time, no rush — just make sure you handle it well! ~"

Xu Haoyang of Hepatobiliary Surgery, hearing this, nodded solemnly, looking like he was facing a formidable enemy.

However, after he replied, he couldn't help but glance at Fang Ziye again.

If one says that right now eating Professor Chen Guofeng's leftovers feels extremely strenuous for him, then what Professor Chen Guofeng is eating is food that Fang Ziye has chewed up and fed to his mouth — bones a bit hard at that.

Then just how damn good are Fang Ziye's teeth?

Both he and Fang Ziye are Associate Professors; Dean Wang Xinghuan favoring Fang Ziye over his own son is not without reason!

Snatching life from Yama — the forms and difficulties are divided into too many kinds.

Even inside the hospital, having experienced much, Xu Haoyang had to admit he fell far short of Fang Ziye.

Yet at this moment, Fang Ziye strolled outward at ease with Professor Chen Guofeng like forgetful-year friends, the two even chatting and laughing as if on a 'first acquaintance'.

"Fang Ziye, I know you; you probably don't know me, right?"

Fang Ziye calmly: "Professor Chen, didn't know you before, but now I do — Hepatobiliary Surgery, awesome! ~"

Hepatobiliary Surgery is truly awesome.

Wang Xinghuan, Dean.

Professor Qian Zhong, Liu Guo's father, former Surgical Administration Chief Director, strength unfathomable, has a chance to enter the National Treasure Doctor level nationwide again.

Professor Chen Guofeng's strength is also not to be underestimated.

"Orthopedics is awesome too! ~" Chen Guofeng frankly acknowledged Hepatobiliary Surgery's achievements, but also propped his big thumb up onto Fang Ziye's shoulder.

Zhongnan Hospital's Orthopedics was already not bad; now with Fang Ziye's pinning down, Trauma Surgery will inevitably become a National Key Specialty, can fight nationwide, battle record verifiable.

Fang Ziye's future is not something his Chen Guofeng can compare to.

Just based on current comprehensive strength, Chen Guofeng feels this rescue is simply a miracle. (Chapter End)