Chapter 1114: 1085 Even a Big Pig's Trotter Doesn't Assign Tasks, the Rescue

Lao He was administering anesthesia, he didn't have time to greet Zheng Ren.

Endotracheal intubation was already in place, medication was being pushed, the ventilator was set up; everyone's movements and steps were like afterimages, saving every minute and second.

Zheng Ren didn't hold back; at this point there was no need for politeness, he went to scrub his hands, preparing to go straight into Shou Bing.

Their figures crossed with Su Yun's; neither spoke as they each busied themselves.

While Zheng Ren was scrubbing his hands, he directly entered System Space and clicked to purchase Shou Bing time.

Having experienced many emergency rescues, he was originally numb. But his hand trembled slightly, trembled badly, not knowing why, tears flowed uncontrollably.

After countless emergency rescues, he had already become proficient to the bone, yet Zheng Ren didn't know why everything he was experiencing now felt so unfamiliar.

He was so calm as to be almost indifferent, but the moment he saw someone fall from a height and discovered that the person lying in a pool of blood was Director Miao, he almost collapsed.

But he didn't forget that time waits for no one; first he entered System Space, clicked to purchase, and the moment the System Operating Room rose up from the ground, Zheng Ren rushed in.

After entering the System Operating Room, he then sat on the warm floor, leaning against the wall of the operating room, his hand trembling badly.

He wanted to wipe away his tears, but it was hard to lift his hand.

Zheng Ren's mind was a blank; only the red background that was about to fade filled his entire field of vision.

Less than five minutes after entering the System Operating Room, the test subject was declared dead.

Shou Bing failed, Zheng Ren did nothing.

After receiving the system notification, he still didn't move. Leaning against the wall, the warm floor of the System Operating Room was now so cold it almost froze Zheng Ren's heart.

Silent weeping, tears flowing uncontrollably.

He didn't know how long had passed before Zheng Ren came to his senses. He suppressed the sorrow in his heart, wanting to dry his tears, but the tears were like a spring, never-ending.

He wasn't very familiar with Director Miao, and Zheng Ren didn't understand why he felt so sad. But now was not the time to wonder why.

Let them flow, Zheng Ren wept tears, his facial expression gradually calmed, returning to his former calm mixed with a hint of indifference, standing before the operating table of the System Operating Room.

Calm, silent, expressionless, yet tears streamed down his face; Zheng Ren didn't know how strange he looked at this moment.

He did not end this 'failed' Shou Bing, but instead began dissection.

As the scalpel just fell, Zheng Ren's heart felt as if it had been struck by something, a sudden pain.

"Roar!" he bellowed, tears streaming down his indifferent face, exactly like a wounded wild beast wandering the wilderness.

The scalpel cut down without hesitation, beginning to dissect the test subject.

The test subject's skin and muscle layers no longer bled, pallid as if lifeless.

This is the manifestation of hemorrhagic shock, not surprising. Zheng Ren continued his examination, the abdominal cavity filled with fresh blood, the Suction Device drained it, discovering that the left lobe of the liver was severely shattered, the kind that could only be removed, not sutured.

If he wasn't mistaken, this should be the most severe injury. Zheng Ren continued to look, the spleen was shattered, the intestines had several breaches, but none were serious. The kidneys were intact, only a subcapsular hematoma, not serious.

The problem lay in the liver and spleen; after confirming this, Zheng Ren immediately began dissecting the thoracic cavity.

Both lungs suffered extensive contusions, filled with blood. There were several breaches, the intercostal arteries were severed. Going deeper, the pericardium was fine, no signs of pericardial tamponade. The aorta……MD! Actually had a dissection.

Further down was the head.

Zheng Ren's neurosurgery Skill Tree had not been unlocked, because unlike general surgery, neurosurgery is a relatively specialized branch. Zheng Ren also knew that even if he elevated neurosurgery to Master-level, without countless Shou Bing of training, he could not apply it as intuitively as using one's arm.

The problems in the thoracic and abdominal cavities were already serious enough; Zheng Ren had never imagined he would have to perform all the Shou Bing by himself.

Having figured out the problem, Zheng Ren ended this 'failed' Shou Bing and started over.

At this point, Zheng Ren's hand, calm to the point of indifference, had completely stopped trembling; his speed even faintly showed improvement.

But he didn't notice this.

Zheng Ren opened the test subject's abdomen, at maximum speed clamped the hepatic portal with forceps to stop bleeding. Afterwards Zheng Ren began to remove the shattered spleen, then proceeded to treat the liver.

His hand was steady and precise; after the violent emotional Fluctuation subsided and he Calmed down, not only his speed but also his Technique seemed to have improved again.

However, 5 Minutes later, the test subject died again.

Zheng Ren was stunned, what kind of reasoning was this? He furrowed his brows, looking at the already dead test subject, began to recall that list of bewildering diagnoses.

Aortic dissection, which he had already discovered. Pelvic fracture, retroperitoneal large hematoma; although the bleeding was severe, because of the retroperitoneal location, it caused increased pressure, slowing the bleeding, so it wouldn't be fatal for a while.

And various fractures, Zheng Ren didn't pay attention to them.

Although these fractures were open and involved significant blood loss, they could not possibly cause the test subject's death within a few minutes.

Where exactly was the problem?

Zheng Ren stared blankly, he went over the system's diagnoses again from the beginning; aside from the neurosurgery diagnosis, the others Zheng Ren had already confirmed. Moreover, the neurosurgery injury was not serious at all and would absolutely not cause cardiopulmonary arrest.

Shou Bing and treatment had reached a dead end.

He dared not leave, for fear that after exiting the System Operating Room, time would pass outside, and the little rescue time left for him would silently slip away through his fingers.

A few Minutes later, Zheng Ren suddenly noticed that large amounts of dark red blood were being drawn out of the chest tube that Su Yun had inserted.

With a thought, Zheng Ren once again dissected the thoracic cavity.

Compared to the previous Shou Bing, the lungs showed no change, but the aortic dissection had ruptured.

Zheng Ren found it a bit strange, but still accepted reality.

After some consideration, he thought it should be that he had stopped the bleeding from the liver and spleen; as fluids were infused, the test subject's Blood Pressure Increase occurred, causing the aortic dissection to rupture.

Immediately Zheng Ren opened the next Shou Bing.

Femoral artery puncture was simple; although the test subject's femoral artery had become a white line, Zheng Ren still hit blood on the first try.

Guidewire, Catheter, stent; 5 Minutes later, the Shou Bing was almost complete.

But…… the test subject only lived another 2 Minutes; at 7′12″, the test subject died again.

Zheng Ren went mad.

He silently began to search for the cause; as for the little bit of accumulated Surgical Training Time, it was now completely outside consideration.

After an unknown amount of time, Zheng Ren silently realized it was due to excessive blood loss from the liver, causing the test subject's death.

Although he had found the cause, Zheng Ren was helpless.

Place a stent? What about the abdominal cavity? What about the thoracic cavity? If we cut the liver, cut the spleen, what about the aortic dissection?

Helpless.

All departments received the news and rushed to the operating room; adding the time for changing clothes and scrubbing hands, it will definitely exceed five minutes.

Even though the doctors of 912 are well-trained and have reached the limit, fully militarized, even so, it's still not enough!

What to do?

What to do!

A roar sounded in the system operating room, sending forth countless echoes.

After venting his frustration, Zheng Ren took a long time to calm down.

He began to think, how exactly should we proceed?

This time, the Big Pig Trotter issued no task; perhaps in its judgment, Director Miao belongs to the category of wounded who are surely doomed.

He really wanted to curse his mother, but Zheng Ren held back.

Excessive emotional venting is useless. Now we must think of what to do; as long as there is a sliver of possibility, he is unwilling to let Director Miao die like this before his eyes.

Zheng Ren's brain raced; the discomfort from the True Eye seemed canceled by Xiao Yi Ren's Will of the Great Universe, leaving little discomfort, which Zheng Ren ignored.

What to do……Could we use interventional surgery to first perform a thoracic aortic stent procedure plus liver and spleen embolization?

After a long, long time, a bizarre idea appeared in Zheng Ren's mind.

Can these two surgeries be done together? Normally speaking, it's impossible.

This is a whimsical idea, a nonsensical idea, a desperate idea. Even Zheng Ren, who is at the pinnacle of interventional surgery, himself does not know if it can be done.

But now there is no other way; we can only reluctantly give it a try.

Open another surgery, puncture the femoral artery, place an arterial sheath; a microguidewire and a coarse guidewire begin to enter the femoral artery.

The pinnacle of interventional surgery is Zheng Ren's most formidable surgical means; moreover, in the system operating room, he operates wildly without restraint.

Two guidewires enter the femoral artery simultaneously.

It is not cross-hand operation, but both hands operating simultaneously.

He needs an assistant! Zheng Ren realizes this. But in the system operating room, without an assistant's help, he can only reach a similar conclusion.

Cross-hand operation is already a highly difficult maneuver. But Zheng Ren now operates with both hands simultaneously; his brain must process two different kinds of information at high speed.

Failure……

Failure……

Failure……

Despite countless failures, Zheng Ren persists.

This is the only solution he can think of; for such severe injuries, only by simultaneously treating liver and spleen bleeding plus thoracic aortic dissection can Director Miao be pulled back from the brink of death.

Operate alongside Director Kong or Su Yun? Bilateral femoral artery puncture?

Zheng Ren had considered it, but he directly denied this possibility.

Because Director Kong and Su Yun's abilities are insufficient! Damn Su Yun, making you usually so lazy! Zheng Ren cursed bitterly in his heart.

But he knows that even if Su Yun puts in effort, there's nothing he can do. His talent is already extremely strong; achieving world-class level in such a short time, what more can be said about such a person?

But merely reaching world-class level is not enough; one must reach his own level.

Zheng Ren sighed; he himself is the only one.

Only a pinnacle-version of himself could possibly achieve it. Even if he is at the pinnacle, Zheng Ren can only try; even if he could succeed 100%, he has no confidence.

Even Zheng Ren conjectured that even if he used his pinnacle ability, it would still be very difficult to complete.