Chapter 1757: with translation of chapter title

Feng Jianguo was about to go see what was happening when a hand shoved him aside—so hard, with no courtesy.

"Fiber Bronchoscope!" Zheng Ren yanked out the ventilator and without hesitation began artificial respiration.

The anesthesiologist hadn't reacted yet, seeing the patient's limbs already beginning to slightly discolor, turning purplish, and the abdomen swelling. He was bewildered—could the endotracheal tube have been inserted into the esophagus?

"What are you standing there for!" Su Yun shouted from behind, "Fiber Bronchoscope! Go get it quickly!"

The shouting was like a whip, "slap slap" lashing the anesthesiologist's body.

I……did I insert the endotracheal tube in the wrong position?

The patient's airway is somewhat deformed, the vocal cords can't be seen, but I used a rather special technique—it should be fine.

But when he saw the patient's hypoxic state, the ECG Monitor showed oxygen saturation already down to 70%, he had to accept this fact.

Su Yun waited two seconds, seeing the anesthesiologist still dazed, he kicked him in the butt, cursing: "Waiting for something to happen? Idiot!"

The anesthesiologist had no time to dwell on it; at that moment his mind was full of the patient's pre‑operative suffocation death.

This is a major medical accident; he immediately came to his senses and sprinted to get the Fiber Bronchoscope.

"Su Yun, is there a problem with the endotracheal tube?" Feng Jianguo asked quietly.

Although we're in the Operating Room, it's still better to speak softly about such medical‑accident matters. This is a habit, and also the Sword of Damocles hanging over doctors' heads.

Any doctor will feel a mysterious awe toward it.

"Probably the airway is deformed and the tube went into the esophagus." Su Yun said, "Boss, can you do it? If not, I'll take over."

Zheng Ren ignored him completely, giving standard artificial respiration to maintain the last bit of oxygen in the patient who had already been given a muscle relaxant.

In less than a minute, the anesthesiologist came running back with the box.

Before he could act, Su Yun snatched the box containing the Fiber Bronchoscope, opened it and began assembling it skillfully.

Like special forces assembling a weapon, the Fiber Bronchoscope was almost instantly put together.

Although Zheng Ren had his back to Su Yun, he seemed to see his movements. The moment it was assembled, Zheng Ren reached out and Su Yun instinctively handed the scope to him.

He took a deep breath, gave the patient lying on the Operating Table one last artificial breath, then began to insert the Fiber Bronchoscope.

Almost without pause, 6.78 seconds later he said in a low voice, "Connect the ventilator."

The anesthesiologists were dumbfounded.

This is a situation that the Anesthesiology Department rarely encounters, yet it is extremely dangerous.

Under the drug's effect the patient has lost the ability to breathe on his own and has no oxygen supply; what will happen is obvious even without saying.

The difficulty lies in the airway deformity; using the Fiber Bronchoscope to insert the tube is time‑limited. One must be stable, accurate, and swift—there is no extra time to waste.

Did Zheng Lao Ban use ten seconds?

After connecting the ventilator, Zheng Ren monitored the patient's vital signs. Seeing the chest rise and fall, after giving pure oxygen the oxygen saturation crept up, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He put on Gloves, picked up the suction tube, and Zheng Ren began to suction the patient's secretions.

"Boss, you… are you seeing traumatic wet lung?" Su Yun asked.

"Mm, the scope went down and I saw a lot of secretions." Zheng Ren said calmly, large amounts of bloody airway secretions were hissed out, and only then did Zheng Ren relax.

He didn't blame the anesthesiologist, but asked, "What injury?"

"A geyser—it tore the lower body apart, the intestines came out." Feng Jianguo said: "The films… Xiao Cao, where are the films?"

"On the cart, I'll get it." Quan Xiaocao hurriedly went to the cart at the door and fetched the films.

"Give it to me." Zheng Ren focused his gaze on the films, not even looking at Quan Xiaocao, took the film bag, pulled out a film and slipped it onto the viewer.

"Su Yun, scrub up and disinfect, hurry up." Zheng Ren said while looking at the films.

"Such a severe pelvic fracture." Su Yun glanced at the films, then turned to go disinfect, he patted the anesthesiologist's shoulder and said, "Buddy, sorry. Put on the Lead clothing and sit inside."

"Eh." The anesthesiologist squeezed out a sound from his throat and followed Su Yun to put on the Lead clothing.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the surgery is very difficult." Feng Jianguo and Zheng Ren looked at the films together; he had only glanced at it briefly before and knew the difficulty was extreme.

Rectal rupture, small intestine prolapse, and it is of a blast injury nature.

Just this diagnosis, the assessment that appears in Feng Jianguo's mind is a poor prognosis for the patient. Severe infection, extensive tearing of the anal area, crush laceration, the surgery is extremely complex.

And the patient himself…

The more he thought, the more his head ached; Feng Jianguo sighed.

"Let's take it step by step, see how it goes; if it doesn't work we'll call Obstetrics Department to come up and do the repair." Zheng Ren said.

"Now?" Feng Jianguo asked.

"Have them ready; when our surgery is nearly done they'll come up." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, go scrub up." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren's body paused slightly, as if he hadn't heard Su Yun's words.

"What's wrong?" Su Yun asked while disinfecting.

"I need to call Yi Ren." Zheng Ren said, then told the instrument nurse, "Sorry, my instrument nurse will be up shortly."

"The surgery is that hard?" Su Yun exclaimed in surprise.

Zheng Ren nodded slightly, took out his phone to call Xie Yiren, then went to scrub up.

Disinfecting, laying out the sterile sheets—completed as quickly as possible.

Feng Jianguo and the instrument nurse stepped out. Inside the operating area, an open large rolling case, that limping young man carrying a pile of supplies brought them in for Zheng Lao Ban.

Soon, he came out carrying half of the supplies.

"Little Feng, you've prepared a bit too much, haven't you?" Feng Jianguo asked as kindly as he could.

"Professor Feng, I have no judgment on the condition, I don't know what Chief Zheng's surgery needs. I can only bring everything I can, so Chief Zheng can choose." Feng Xu Hui gave an embarrassed smile.

Feng Jianguo felt something, and inadvertently glanced at Quan Xiaocao.

That silly kid was nervously watching Zheng Lao Ban and Su Yun in surgery through the Lead glass, not noticing Feng Xu Hui's remark.

Feng Jianguo felt somewhat moved; only after experiencing many things does one realize how important they are.

Even if I personally grab Quan Xiaocao's ear and tell her what to do now, the effect would likely be very limited.

Ordinary doctors can be taught by pulling their ears. But learning from Zheng Lao Ban depends on Xiao Cao's own fate.

The airtight Lead door closed, and the anesthesiologist remained in the Shou Bing room.

He dare not be negligent again; staying inside is the safest. It's not his safety, but the patient's safety!

Although he has to take the blame, at this point he can't avoid it.

I only hope that Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing will be quicker.