Chapter 1416: 1372 You see, I just said he's left-handed

1372 You see, I just said he's left-handed.

Zheng Ren naturally understood Zhou Litao's meaning.

This matter has several possibilities; the worst is that the patient finishes the medicine, then goes back to ask the doctor how to take it.

The doctor is either busy or joking, just like the emergency department doctor I met in Di Du that day; if he says to take it together with the bottle, this is totally fucked up.

Ordinary people can tell it's a joke, but if someone takes it seriously, it's a big deal.

Of course, doctors who joke like that are few; most likely the patient just got a wire crossed.

The world is vast; nothing is strange.

Zhou Litao even considered this matter; he directly reported to the Medical Department first thing. If it involves Doctor 912, at least the Medical Department should know early and handle it early.

Most importantly, the patient's condition is critical; having the Medical Department directly command the rescue improves efficiency.

This is also well-intentioned.

Zheng Ren greatly admired Zhou Litao, meticulous and thorough in his work.

At this moment, Zhou Litao's face with a few freckles looked somewhat cute.

"I'm heading back, Zheng Lao Ban, Yun Ge'er. Are you coming back together?"

"What's there to see in the emergency department? I'll follow you to the operating room for a quick look." Su Yun laughed: "We don't even know the scale of the surgery yet."

No examination, just rushed to thoracic surgery, urgently opening the chest to explore; this handling is faultless.

As for whether thoracic surgery can handle it, it's up to fate.

Such trauma might just be a scratch on the esophageal wall; going up to repair it would be enough.

Or there could be a huge rupture in the esophageal wall, plus damage to the cardia; gastric acid refluxing up would make the mediastinum impossible to see.

However, Zheng Ren recalled that there seemed to be no corresponding diagnosis; the condition should be neither mild nor severe.

Zhou Litao left; Su Yun tossed Zheng Ren a cigarette, which Zheng Ren threw back.

"Boss, you say you're born with a cursed busy fate." Su Yun laughed.

"Emergency department? If you don't see any trauma in a day, that's strange." Zheng Ren didn't think much of it; he went to the emergency department to have a look, would go up and glance for a moment—nothing happening is best.

As for how this matter arose and whether there will be a dispute later, it has nothing to do with Zheng Ren; resolving it is also the Medical Department's responsibility.

"Fang Lin said he wanted to use this month's sole day off to have a meal together; when do you have time?" Su Yun asked.

"I'm easygoing; as long as there's no surgery, I can eat." Zheng Ren said.

The two spoke blandly, ears perked up like rabbits, listening to outside noises.

Soon, the outside clamor faded; this was after finishing preoperative preparations, pushing the patient onto the operating table.

"Why would the patient eat a bottle?" Zheng Ren thought of many reasons, but none explained it clearly; he couldn't make sense of it.

Su Yun sighed, then suddenly laughed: "Boss, let me tell you a joke."

"Hmm?" Zheng Ren looked up.

"True story." Su Yun laughed: "A few years ago, I went to a nearby 985 university to hang out. While having dinner at night, everyone chatted casually, and a young couple confidently said that hand warmers basically don't heat up."

Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun, roughly understanding what he was thinking.

"They put the hand warmer beside the water cup, and finally found the water in the cup hadn't heated at all."

"Science and engineering?"

"One PhD, one master's." Su Yun laughed heartily: "I thought about it for a long time before I roughly grasped their thinking. But specifically, I truly cannot lower my standards that much to empathize."

"Isn't this just like when we previously discussed how much kinetic energy a falling water droplet would have?"

Pretty much, who knows.

Actually, for such things, you can't blame the patient nor the doctor. Science and engineering guys often run into all sorts of bizarre situations when fixing computers for girls they like.

Even prescribing a medicine can cause all kinds of problems; whether you explain it or not, something will go wrong. Being a doctor requires some luck.

If the computer can't be fixed, you can spend plenty of time on it; at worst you annoy a certain goddess.

But treating illness, many times you can't delay.

"Let's go, go up and take a look." Su Yun stood up, lightly tapping Zheng Ren's Zusanli point with his toe.

Zheng Ren dodged, ignoring him.

"Will Fang Lin use thoracoscopy to examine?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Probably not; his thoracoscopic skills aren't as good as Zhao Yunlong's, and besides, he's been left-handed since childhood, making it hard to distinguish left and right with the scope." Saying this, Su Yun made an exaggerated left-handed gesture.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zheng Ren said: "If it were me, the likelihood of needing an open chest would be high; who knows where the injury is. Under direct vision, the movements and speed need to be a bit faster."

In emergency rescue, Zheng Ren is not too keen on using endoscopic equipment. Although after becoming proficient each has its benefits, especially the endoscope's magnification function makes some fine handling more meticulous.

But Zheng Ren is the man who possesses Doctor Charles' full set of equipment; when it comes to fine handling, not using the endoscope would be better.

The two chatted idly, all the way to the changing room.

Fang Lin had just changed his clothes; seeing Zheng Ren and Su Yun enter, he greeted them and went straight in.

"No rush; that side probably just finished positioning." Boss, what should we eat tonight?" Su Yun asked.

"I haven't thought about it." Zheng Ren, when mentioning food, loses interest: "Let's first look at the surgery."

"You say you're a general surgeon, why are you messing with our thoracic surgery?" Su Yun muttered.

"Watch once and you'll get it; I also have no better way."

"……"

A few minutes later, the two changed into isolation gowns, put on caps and masks, and entered the operating room.

The lights in the emergency department operating room were on; Su Yun opened the sensor door and saw Fang Lin's back.

"Zheng Lao Ban? Yun Ge'er?" Fang Lin heard the voice behind him and called out without turning his head.

"You see, no endoscope, right? I just said he's left-handed." Su Yun entered, saw there was no endoscope equipment, and told Zheng Ren.

"Yun Ge'er, don't disparage people—my thoracoscopy is fine!" Fang Lin reached out, and the suction device slapped into his hand.

Hissing sounds continued, Zheng Renhe and Su Yun watched the transparent tube of the suction device.

Inside there was dark‑red blood drawn out, and there was no sign of the most Worry dark‑green gastric fluid or food residue and such.

Fortunately, fortunately.

He went over, took a glance at the operating area, Fang Lin's assistant was holding the suction device, and he had already begun to examine the patient's esophagus.

On the esophageal wall there was a 3 cm irregular wound, from top to bottom, like a scratch.

A small artery was spurting blood outward.

Fang Lin clamped the blood vessel with a forceps and began ligation to stop bleeding.

He gently felt downward from the point of damage, very light and soft.

Near the cardia, he felt a diamond‑shaped hard mass.

With long tweezers he went in, bit by bit extracting the hard object.

Fortunately, the patient's condition was not serious, merely a mediastinal hematoma, with blood filling the stomach and esophagus.

After locating the bleeding point, suction it clean and suture— that's all.

Fang Lin carefully removed the hard object, threw it into the pathology basin, with a crisp sound.