Chapter 1334: 1294 Liposuction-induced peritonitis

1294 Liposuction-induced peritonitis? (Alliance Leader CCA Spicy Hot Pot extra 2)

Zheng Ren quickly arrived at Director Kong's office.

The communication with Doctor Mei Ha'er gradually clarified the concept of turbulent flow in chaos. So these two days, Zheng Ren always went to see the doctor; an old and a young, two forget‑year friends, walked in the shade of trees, arguing fiercely.

When Director Kong's call came, Doctor Mei Ha'er expressed extreme dissatisfaction. But Zheng Ren still ran back, because Director Kong seldom called him personally; surely it was something important.

"Boss Zheng, you've been harvesting a lot lately, right?" Director Kong said with a smile.

"Doctor Mei Ha'er said that Doctor Olsson of the Royal Academy of Sciences will come soon." Zheng Ren said, "He said he wants me to build a physical model concerning vascular turbulence."

This already exceeded Director Kong's understanding of medicine.

Medical physics — how many people in the country study this? Moreover, what Boss Zheng said is to construct a model of basic physics.

This should be a research topic in basic physics, and it has nothing to do with medicine.

This kid is really fast; I can't even see his shadow, Director Kong thought.

"Director Kong, what's the matter?" Zheng Ren asked, glancing at Lin JiaoJiao; he didn't want to guess, it was too taxing, so he just asked casually.

Lin JiaoJiao simply recounted the process again, and Zheng Ren was also stunned.

How serious can the complications of a simple liposuction be? The patient could die in less than a day.

No! If it's not fat embolism, then there must be some other disease that the liposuction practitioner missed. Could it be a heart attack?

"Where is the person?" Zheng Ren asked.

"They said an 120 emergency rescue vehicle brought the patient to our hospital." Lin JiaoJiao immediately replied.

"Sister Lin, don't show up; go keep an eye on the community hospital's construction." Zheng Ren said: "I'll go take a look; it's certainly more convenient for me."

Lin JiaoJiao let out a breath; Boss Zheng had agreed to it.

With Boss Zheng backing her up, she felt much more relaxed. She glanced at Zheng Ren, nodded, and felt endless regret in her heart.

If only Xie Yiren existed, how great that would be.

If Boss Zheng could become her son‑in‑law, then… Lin JiaoJiao soon thought too much.

"Director Kong, I'll go take a look first." Zheng Ren said.

The emergency department was in chaos; phone calls might not be answered, so it's better to go see for oneself.

Moreover, some things are inconvenient to say over the phone.

Zheng Ren hurried out of the director's office, walking while pondering.

Liposuction surgery is recorded as having been performed in 1926 by French doctor Du Jia Li Ai Jie on a French model. It was the earliest liposuction procedure, but the outcome was poor; after surgery the patient's leg developed gangrene.

A mistake right at the start caused liposuction surgery to be forgotten for decades afterward.

But in the 1970s, two Italian‑American doctors began researching liposuction again and gradually improved it.

French surgeon Doctor Yves‑Gerard Illoz established the "Illoz Method" in 1982, after which liposuction surgery formally entered the medical field's view.

The main technical feature of this technique is to introduce loose fluid into tissue via a blunt‑tip cannula and to apply high‑negative‑pressure suction, thereby performing suction‑assisted liposuction. This technique yielded consistently good results with low morbidity.

Unfortunately, domestic liposuction technology today is still largely this original method.

Although complications are much lower than in the 1920s, it is still the original technique, so‑called dry liposuction. For every 1000 ml of fat removed, there is an accompanying 200‑300 ml of bleeding.

Meanwhile, the currently popular wet liposuction injects anesthetic, hemostatic agent, and saline into the suction site; for every 1000 ml of fat removed, only a few tens of milliliters of bleeding occur.

No matter how you say it, bleeding is difficult to avoid.

Zheng Ren estimated that the patient's greatest possibility was fat embolism causing sudden cardiopulmonary arrest.

If that were the case, sending the patient to the ICU, whether they live or die would truly be uncertain.

So he didn't let Lin JiaoJiao follow; he came himself to have a look and see what the situation was before deciding.

The love of beauty is universal.

But going to small clinics or beauty salons for various invasive procedures carries too great a risk; Zheng Ren sighed.

Loving beauty, can one even discard one's life?

Arriving at the emergency department, Zheng Ren glanced around and saw no patient undergoing emergency resuscitation.

"Manager Zhou!" Zheng Ren caught sight of Zhou Litao's figure and immediately called out to him.

"Boss Zheng? Anything up?" Zhou Litao asked.

"Was there a female patient just rushed in by 120 emergency?" Zheng Ren walked up to Zhou Litao and asked in a low voice.

At times like this, it's best not to make a big fuss.

If one did, who knows whether any of the patient's relatives or friends who later rushed over might hear it; a misunderstanding could make things even more complicated.

Part of the cause of medical disputes stems from this.

Zhou Litao didn't speak; he just gave a look. The freckles all over his face seemed to dance, as if speaking to Zheng Ren without words.

The two arrived at the duty room, and only then did Zhou Litao ask: "Boss Zheng, who is the patient's family or who came looking for you?"

"A friend asked me to come inquire; is the situation very serious?"

"Is it the patient who had liposuction?" Zhou Litao asked.

Zheng Ren nodded.

"The patient is quite troublesome." Zhou Litao said: "There is some skin‑tissue necrosis at the waist, but not much, so that's okay to discuss. The signs of peritonitis are severe, a board‑like abdomen. Ultrasound couldn't clear it up; I suspect intestinal perforation, so I sent for an abdominal CT and then straight to gastroenterology surgery."

Zheng Ren was stunned.

If Zhou Litao's judgment is not wrong, then this matter would be hard to comprehend.

In my imagination, fat embolism is the most likely possibility. But it's just liposuction — how could it cause intestinal problems?

"How old is the patient? Can a heart attack be ruled out?"

"A 22‑year‑old female patient, fast heart rate on ECG, sinus rhythm." Zhou Litao replied.

"Alright, then I'll go to the CT room to have a look." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Ah, Boss Zheng, I estimate the patient's condition is very serious. Judging by their clothing, they have little money at home; they came to work. I reckon only someone tough enough could pull them through." Zhou Litao sighed and said.

Zheng Ren understood.

The patient was sent to Gastroenterology Surgery; emergency surgery would not be delayed, but high-grade postoperative antibiotics—if you have no money, nobody can get them.

Plus high-nutrient intravenous medications and the like; counting the surgery as successful, without a hundred thousand or so you can't even think about discharge.

With this matter causing a fuss, Zheng Renye also sighed, left the Emergency Department, and hurried toward the CT Shi.

Take a look at the film, then we'll talk; who knows.

Zheng Ren Gang had just reached the door of the CT Shi when he heard the rumbling sound of a gurney rolling over the floor.

Instinctively, his heart rate was 120 beats per minute, as if he had returned to the Hai Cheng Emergency Ward.

This problem, I guess, will never be corrected in a lifetime; Zheng Ren gave a sheepish smile.

The patient was pushed out; Zheng Ren glanced at him, and his brows furrowed.