Chapter 1765: 1704 Postoperative Complications?

1704 Postoperative Complications?

Time was already late; after chatting a while and finishing a cigarette, the three left the operating room. Lin Ge said he also wouldn't go home, heading straight to the medical department to nap.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun ultimately decided to go back to sleep.

Home is relatively close; even though the round trip always takes twenty minutes, it's still better than staying in the hospital for hours.

The key is that the on-call room might not have space, and it would disturb the staff's rest.

Moreover, Xiao Yi Ren was there. Zheng Ren could handle anything, but he couldn't let Xiao Yi Ren pull an all‑night surgery and sleep in the on-call room fully clothed like him.

"Boss, I've been thinking lately that we've done enough surgeries that something should go wrong." While waiting for Xiao Yi Ren to step down, Su Yun muttered.

"What nonsense, why would something go wrong?"

"It's a probability issue." Su Yun knew Zheng Ren was being obstinate, but deep down he also knew the chance of a problem was relatively high.

After all, people's hearts are hidden; many's demands aren't limited to surgery or successful treatment.

Human desire is endless.

After a successful surgery, one can live longer yet still wants more—for instance, wanting to get rich, have surgery, then sue the doctor after the operation.

This case fully illustrates that point.

Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered to speak; if he could start over, he could go back to high school and probably wouldn't choose medicine again.

Even with the big pig trotter present, the surgery was flawless.

If it were someone else, lacking the professors and department heads of the medical department, hepatobiliary, gastroenterology and other specialties to back him up, this complaint would have gotten him skinned alive even if he didn't die.

Zheng Ren basically doesn't dwell on unhappy things.

Moreover, it's already been dealt with and has a result.

In life, it's absolutely wrong to constantly be at odds with oneself. Going back to sleep, after a few hours one revives with full health, full mana, and full status—that's also pretty good.

Tomorrow, there's still work to be done tomorrow.

Several minutes later, Xiao Yi Ren changed clothes, bounced over, called Zheng Ren and Su Yun out, and drove home.

Although there isn't much time to rest, being young means a quick shower and a few hours of sleep can basically guarantee a day's energy.

Early in the morning, after getting up and having breakfast, I first went to check on the patients at the community hospital, then went to 912 for shift change and surgery.

After gathering his own team, Zheng Ren's workload has been decreasing.

He doesn't need to perform surgery now; Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei are doing the operations, with a crowd lined up waiting to receive the baptism of the hemostatic forceps.

Those in charge of the wards are experienced doctors from various places.

Because the surgeries are done with confidence, postoperative complications are few, and the doctors, in order to improve their technical level, still pay close attention to the most basic work.

After finishing the surgery, Zheng Ren went to check on Ren Ling's postoperative condition.

She had woken up, but was still on ventilator assistance, in a sedated state. Overall the situation was fairly stable, except the volume of fluid drained from the pelvic cavity was relatively large—750 ml.

Zheng Ren thought the amount was large, but didn't pay it too much heed.

A 6‑ to 7‑hour surgery, is some postoperative drainage not normal? This absolutely doesn't need special attention; right now we just need to wait.

Whether there's a problem or not, time will reveal the answer.

One day passes uneventfully, the next day repeats the same workflow.

After the surgery, Zheng Ren told Liu Zewei a couple of points he should watch out for; that wrapped up the day's basic work.

If there's nothing else, Zheng Ren can fully sit in the sunny spot of the office, bask in the sun, and go to the system library to read.

But there's still something weighing on Zheng Ren's mind—why the pelvic drainage from the intestinal‑rupture patient is so large.

What Zheng Ren worries about is whether his anastomosis has a problem.

After all, with so many microsurgeries, it wouldn't be strange if something went wrong.

Leaving the interventional surgery suite, Zheng Ren didn't return to the department but headed straight for the ICU.

【They say……】

The phone rang; Zheng Ren happened to be sending a WeChat message to Xie Yiren, so he answered directly.

"I'm going to the ICU to take a look—what's up?"

Su Yun said on the other end of the phone, "Wait a moment, I'll talk when we meet."

Having said that, he promptly hung up.

Zheng Ren simply stood there waiting; sure enough, a few minutes later that guy came running up from the fire escape.

"Old Liu said he's already been discharged." Su Yun said after they met.

"Oh, that's good." Zheng Ren smiled, "Everything's fine on Zhu Liangchen's side, right?"

"There probably won't be a problem. Zhu Liangchen has recently performed over ten cases of gastric left and gastric artery embolization at Sister Lin's hospital; short‑term postoperative observation shows results far better than his own earlier case."

Zheng Ren nodded.

"This person still has a sense of proportion in his mind—he just cares about saving face. He's not afraid of anything else; as long as he knows the numbers, he's fine. The simpler the surgery, the bigger the shock he feels." Su Yun laughed and said, "After he does it on his own, a bunch of complications show up. Seeing you do one surgery and then jumping right in, that proves the point."

"Hopefully that's the case." Zheng Ren said indifferently.

"If he lacks that sense of proportion, later when we want to take him down, even Director Kong won't be able to say anything." Su Yun laughed.

"Don't make it sound so serious; if he doesn't admit it, he doesn't admit it—it's just a gastric bottom and gastric left artery embolization procedure, not a big deal." Zheng Ren laughed.

"What are you up to?" Su Yun asked.

"The patient's pelvic drainage was a bit high yesterday; I'm going to check it out." Zheng Ren said.

"It probably isn't a big deal; after such a major operation, a bit of postoperative drainage isn't abnormal, right?" Su Yun said.

"But I estimate that postoperative drainage would be at most around 200 ml." Zheng Ren, having clearly worked this out, said while walking, "750 ml of drainage is indeed too large; I'm worried something else is wrong."

"What could be wrong? I watched the surgery from start to finish; the bowel resection was a bit extensive, but the suturing was excellent—nothing will happen."

"Let's take a look; I've thought about it a long time and still can't figure out why." Zheng Ren said, "Having something on my mind, I can't read peacefully even if I go back to study."

"Looking at your fifth edition of surgery? Boss, you wouldn't be drafting the newest version of the surgical textbook, would you? Besides, if you could win a Nobel Prize, you'd surely be writing the next edition. But you're thinking about this now—isn't it a bit premature?"

"Like the college entrance exam, look at the textbooks, deduce more problems; textbooks are always more useful than reference books. Especially in the textbooks, each case mentioned, cross-referenced with papers and journals, the gain is still relatively large."

Su Yun used Doubt's gaze to look at Zheng Ren, didn't speak.

This guy's talk is too high-end; even someone like Su Yun can't quite keep up with the rhythm.