Chapter 139: 0136 Scientific Research in the Capital

"You close the abdomen first, I'll send the patient down." Zheng Ren saw that this side of the surgery was also going smoothly, so he felt relieved and left.

As he turned to leave the operating room, Zheng Ren suddenly realized something, so he wasn't in a hurry either; he started chatting with the patient for a few sentences, until Su Yun and Yang Lei's surgeries were finished, then he sent both patients out together.

Both families had no complaints, they came out almost at the same time, the patient had no issues—what could there be to be dissatisfied about?

Returning to the ward, Zheng Ren saw that Su Yun's enthusiasm seemed a bit low, but he couldn't be bothered to deal with this guy—who knows why the literary youth fell ill again.

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The cold wind grew colder day by day, the last batch of leaves had fallen, and winter officially arrived.

Days passed one by one, with consultations, rescues, surgeries, and discharging healed patients.

Zheng Yunxia was discharged, but she was not fully recovered.

Thirty-five days later, she still needed a follow-up, and likely required another interventional surgery.

The patient infected with tetanus bacillus, thanks to timely treatment, did not progress to respiratory muscle spasms and recovered and was discharged after ten days.

Upon discharge, the family expressed countless thanks.

Because they were poor, they couldn't express their gratitude with money. When they were about to leave, they bought a bag of candy and gave it to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren ate a piece; the candy was very sweet, and he carefully stored it in the cabinet.

The routine days were bland, yet each rescue stirred up waves. Zheng Ren was like a small boat in stormy seas—sometimes up, sometimes down—but always relying on his strong medical skills and surgery to turn danger into safety.

Su Yun gradually realized that Zheng Ren's surgeries were indeed better than his own, felt doubtful, and began reading the book on hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery that Zheng Ren was reading, seemingly hoping to find answers there.

Half a month passed, the consecutive branch task—"a single tree does not make a forest"—had long been completed. Zheng Ren mastered the expert-level CT 3D reconstruction technique, also went to the CT room to familiarize himself, and in his spare time helped others with work, hoping to find applications of this technique in emergency diagnosis and surgery.

But Zheng Ren ultimately discovered disappointingly that the system was nothing but a big pig's trotter.

This skill has nothing at all to do with the emergency department.

That makes sense, because handling critical emergencies in the ER must be done in an extremely short time, whereas CT 3D reconstruction takes about a day.

Nitpickers might perhaps cite counterexamples, but the probability of such examples occurring is less than one in a thousand or even one in ten thousand, which is meaningless.

However, Zheng Ren didn't take it to heart; no one knows how the future path will go. Surely one can't spend a lifetime doing surgery in the ER—there are so many outpatient surgeries, aren't they supposed to be done?

Sooner or later it will be usable; Zheng Ren comforted himself.

After half a month of work, Zheng Ren's general surgery skill had reached 3223 points, and he had stored 1939 skill points. His interventional medicine discipline skill also gained several dozen points; at the expert level, gaining skill points from simple surgeries became increasingly difficult.

Therefore Zheng Ren was glad he hadn't simply raised his general surgery skill to expert level.

Now, performing the same level-three surgery, expert-level interventional surgery yields only a few skill points, whereas specialist-level general surgery can earn a dozen or so skill points.

The difference is vast.

So Zheng Ren endured the loneliness, not seeking instant success, and prepared to solidify the foundation of his general surgery further.

There are two skill books that can raise a certain skill to the advanced peak level. Experience points have also accumulated to 231,260, which can be exchanged for 64 hours of surgery time.

Zheng Ren expressed satisfaction, feeling that no matter what situation arose, he seemed to have a way to respond.

As for those three silver treasure chests, tossed into the system space, Zheng Ren paid them no heed.

Outside the emergency department building, the troublemakers and deadbeats held up banners high for three days, not resting even at night, taking shifts, each one complaining bitterly.

In the end it attracted countless eyes, becoming a distinctive sight at Haicheng City First Hospital.

Three days later that group left quietly, and Xiao Liu told Zheng Ren that the professional troublemakers had departed, going to another hospital.

Zheng Ren certainly didn't have a saintly heart; he didn't care whether those troublemakers who had nearly killed him would be fed and clothed.

One day, it was already past four o'clock, and as he was about to get off work, Zheng Ren suddenly received a call from Director Pan, asking him to come to the office.

Zheng Ren entered the office; Director Pan maintained a stern expression, but Zheng Ren could sense his inner delight.

"Sit, little Zheng." Director Pan then said, speaking as if seeing mountains through a door: "I just got a call from Professor Pei, saying there's a new research project to launch in the capital, needing young interventional talent to participate."

"The capital? Research?" Zheng Ren wondered.

"He didn't give specifics, and I wouldn't dare ask. I guess the study of some new technique has hit a bottleneck and needs to be applied clinically." Director Pan smiled: "Nowadays, people who can truly do research down-to-earth are really few."

"I'm the inpatient chief, emergency ward..." Zheng Ren's words weren't finished when Director Pan interrupted: "Without you, would the earth still turn? If you leave, I'll go apply for the paperwork and promote Su Yun or Yang Lei to inpatient chief."

Zheng Ren thought about it, and indeed that made sense.

If any hospital relied on a certain talent to stay afloat, it would eventually go bankrupt.

"When should I go?" Zheng Ren asked.

"They said it's up to you, you can go whenever you want. Research, you know, isn't something you can achieve overnight. Don't think too much—there are so many big shots around, you couldn't possibly make a difference; when you go out, focus on making connections, because each big shot will be of great significance to your future." Director Pan said.

"Okay." Zheng Ren agreed, "Then I'll go in a few days anyway—I'm not in a rush."

"Mm." Director Pan nodded; in his view, the next time Professor Pei called to urge him would be the best moment.

However, Director Pan truly believed that Zheng Ren going to the capital wouldn't accomplish anything; most likely he'd just go sightseeing, which could also be considered a reward for his recent hard work and diligence.

After chatting a bit more, Zheng Ren reported some of the difficult surgeries he had recently encountered, and the phone rang.

"Chief Zheng, there's an emergency case, hemorrhagic shock." The other end said simply and urgently, then hung up.

"Take a look." Director Pan also heard it, immediately stood up, and pushed the door open to go out.

The emergency resuscitation room was a flurry of activity; nurses were measuring blood pressure and setting up IVs. Doctors were examining patients, occasionally having nurses push certain medications.

But the patient's hemorrhagic shock was obviously severe; even after several injections, there was no sign of blood return.

"Let me do it." Zheng Ren strode forward, opened a deep venous puncture kit, and began the procedure.

"Director Pan, Chief Zheng, the patient was brought in by 120 emergency services four minutes ago. Admission blood pressure: systolic 50 mmHg, diastolic unmeasurable. Pulse thready, 163 beats per minute." The on-duty doctor quickly reported the medical history: "Physical examination revealed a board-like abdomen, suspecting organ rupture."

As they were speaking, the doctor from the ultrasound room pushed the bedside ultrasound machine over.

In the upper right corner of Zheng Ren's vision, the system panel displayed the diagnosis—ruptured hepatic artery aneurysm, hemorrhagic shock.

An aneurysm is quite common…… not exactly a disease, merely a mass of twisted blood vessels forming a tissue structure.

Because the capillaries are overly concentrated, once it ruptures it will cause massive bleeding.

Looking at this patient, it's unclear what caused the aneurysm to rupture and lead to massive bleeding.

The Deep Venous Puncture needle went in, and a small amount of dark‑red venous blood flowed back.

「Infuse fluids, draw blood, prepare for Shou Bing! 」