Chapter 141

Director Pan and Tangxiu had just arrived outside the Operating Room; Tangxiu hadn't yet had time to call to inform the family when the Operating Room door opened and a gurney was pushed out.

Tangxiu stared, there was no white sheet.

The father's hair was gray-white, his face deathly pale, as if he had already died.

On the gurney sat a girl wearing a blue Isolation Gown, her posture awkward, she was desperately squeezing a rubber ball.

Although she had no medical training, Tangxiu was also quite educated, vaguely aware that squeezing the rubber ball and performing artificial respiration served the same purpose—to supply oxygen to her father.

In an instant, grief welled up from her heart.

Tears could no longer be held back, they burst forth from her eyes.

Dead… rescue failed… countless negative words floated in her mind.

A chill rose up her back, and countless golden specks flashed before her eyes.

She grabbed the side rail of the operating table and bent over, sobbing loudly.

She was crying, but made no sound.

Yet everyone present could feel that heart-wrenching sorrow.

Zheng Ren led the way, setting the direction; Su Yun pushed the cart from behind; Chu Yanran sat curled up in a corner of the gurney, intently squeezing the rubber ball.

Tangxiu grabbed the bed rail, letting the gurney's speed slow a bit, as if someone had stepped on the emergency brake; Chu Yanran almost fell off.

Zheng Ren, at the side of the head, quickly grabbed and held Chu Yanran, angrily saying, "Who are you?"

Director Pan quickly pulled Tangxiu away, solemnly saying, "The person isn't dead; don't interfere with the rescue."

Not dead? Tangxiu, even after being pulled away by Director Pan, still couldn't understand that simple sentence.

At this moment, her mind was completely confused.

This seemed like good news, possibly the doctor was deliberately comforting herself; she was pulled away by Director Pan, yet she could not suppress her Inner Mind's sorrow, continuing to sob silently.

"They are family," Director Pan said.

"Are you okay?" Zheng Ren asked concernedly; seeing Chu Yanran shake her head, her eyes narrowing as if smiling at him, he felt relieved.

Opened the medical elevator door, pulled the gurney inside.

"Director, let her wait here; after sending the patient to the ICU, I'll communicate with her." The elevator door slowly closed, and Zheng Ren's voice came from inside.

Director Pan had seen countless partings and reunions; Tangxiu's dazed and distraught appearance was hardly surprising.

He also did not offer words of comfort; this moment is precisely when a person's emotions are most unstable, and no matter what one says, it's useless.

The key is, Director Pan also doesn't know how the Shou Bing went; he wants to give the family some psychological comfort, but he doesn't know whether the Shou Bing was successful, and speaking recklessly is a major taboo.

The lobby outside the third-floor Operating Room was very spacious; the faint howling of the north wind outside drifted in, mixing with the repressed silent sobbing, carrying a gloomy vibe.

However, Director Pan, having come down from the battlefield, didn't care about this trivial matter.

Yang energy is vigorous; all evils are kept at bay.

He carefully recalled the recent moment, judging from Zheng Ren's expression and demeanor, the Shou Bing should go smoothly.

This Inpatient Chief is really not bad.

Rescues like today's have happened three or five times over the past month, each one very successful.

This time, it should also be fine.

Director Pan, hands behind his back, paced slowly in the lobby, considering whether there were any loopholes in his recent communication with the family.

Zheng Ren, this child, makes one proud; one cannot hold him back, right?

Ten or more minutes later, Zheng Ren came up from the fire escape, Chu Yanran following beside, not seeing Su Yun.

"Zheng Ren, you're back." Director Pan gave a look.

Zheng Ren understood, nodded, and whispered, "Very successful."

Finally, a stone fell to the ground.

Tangxiu sat on the ground, arms wrapped around knees, head deeply buried in knees, shoulders trembling.

"Are you family?" Zheng Ren asked, standing in front of Tangxiu.

Tangxiu seemed not to have heard, still sitting on the ground, sniffling.

Zheng Ren asked a few more times; seeing Tangxiu seem like a fool, still no response, he had to take out the phone, asking, "Busy?"

"Come to the Operating Room lobby."

"Yes, there is a patient's family member overly distressed, unable to communicate."

"Yeah, right, you come up; I'll go organize the imaging data. The Shou Bing was very successful, rest assured."

Having said that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone and said to Director Pan, "Let Chang Yue come to communicate."

Director Pan understood Chang Yue's communication ability, knew Zheng Ren's words were correct, and didn't mind him making arrangements first then reporting, chuckling, asked, "How was the Shou Bing done?"

Zheng Ren patted Chu Yanran's shoulder, indicating she should go in first; he needed to wait with Director Pan for Chang Yue, then calmly said, "Liver blood vessel tumor traumatic rupture, found the supplying artery, first inserted a Spring ring."

"That simple?"

"This is more complicated." Zheng Ren said: "The supplying artery is relatively thick; the Spring ring cannot completely block it, so four Gel sponges were also used."

Listening to Zheng Ren describe the Shou Bing process, there were no exciting points, but Director Pan could imagine the tension and caution of the rescue, where every second counts.

"How is the patient now?" Director Pan asked.

"After arriving at the ICU, blood pressure had risen back to 80 mmHg, diastolic pressure also appeared. Heart rate had decreased somewhat, hemorrhagic shock should already be under control." Zheng Ren reported: "I'm not at ease; let Su Yun go check. If all goes well, Ming day early can extubate, transfer out of ICU."

"Then that's good." Director Pan felt satisfied, looking at Zheng Ren with a kind face, full of pride.

The two chatted a few more sentences; Chang Yue then came up.

Handing this over to Chang Yue, Zheng Ren and Director Pan entered the Operating Room.

Arriving at the operating room, Zheng Ren meanwhile edited the Shou Bing's imaging data, while explaining the Shou Bing's process to Director Pan.

Regarding Director Pan's eagerness to learn, Zheng Ren also expressed surprise.

He is almost seventy; although his body is healthy, eyes not dim, ears not deaf, walks like the wind, but he absolutely cannot go onto the Interventional surgery operating table.

In this lifetime, I will not even perform a single interventional surgery.

What's the point of him studying interventional surgery? Zheng Ren doesn't know, and can't be bothered to think about it. Perhaps the elderly are eager to learn, or perhaps he wants to master another clinical skill so that handling emergency patients becomes second nature.

However, no matter what Director Pan thinks, Zheng Ren will definitely satisfy his request; it's just a small matter of talking about the Shou Bing.

Having observed the procedure of the Shou Bing, especially that shocking 'fireworks' from bloom to withering and dissipation, Director Pan was confident the Shou Bing had succeeded.

Although he has never actually performed a Shou Bing, Director Pan has also studied interventional surgery, knowing the basic principles and operational difficulty.

Hearing Zheng Ren describe it as easy, seeing the Shou Bing as simple, but Director Pan knows the difficulties therein, each one having been solved under Zheng Ren's high level.

If it were someone else, they might not find the bleeding artery, and the patient would die from excessive blood loss on the table.

Quietly watching Zheng Ren edit the image data, Director Pan's heart suddenly stirred.

"Find some time to contact Professor Pei; you should go to Di Du to have a look."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren tilted his head, not understanding why Director Pan suddenly said that.

"You should soar in the broader blue sky; staying in Hai Cheng is a pity."