Chapter 1811: 1748 Countless details, pieced together a perfect rescue

1748 Countless details, pieced together a perfect rescue

"President Zhang, it should be fine now," Vice President Yuan said softly, his tone unable to conceal his delight.

Anyone with eyes could see how difficult the surgery was; even if they didn't know, that 12 cm clot would silently tell him.

As the saying goes, "Peach and plum need no words; they form a path on their own." The clot on the operating table is that wordless saying.

President Zhang still stared foolishly at the clot, like a big worm, and still hadn't come to his senses.

Damn, that's terrifying!

A clot that big in the body… in the heart and pulmonary artery—no wonder Zheng Lao Ban was so anxious and domineering down there.

But he still reasoned: with the condition so urgent, he sent an assistant to escort the patient, and Zheng Lao Ban explained it to himself one, two, three, four…

President Zhang was somewhat speechless, he sighed and said, "Director Yuan, your 912 Emergency Department's rescue skills are truly top‑notch!"

That remark was like a slap across Director Sun Chao's face.

At this moment in the operating room, no one noticed him. The only chance he had to appear in the surgery was to be hit with hemostatic forceps by Su Yun and then scolded.

Lin Ge seemed to have vanished, standing in the corner without saying a word.

From the moment Vice President Yuan and Director Ye Qingqiu entered, he knew it was better to stay unseen.

But Zheng Lao Ban is a sensible person; he won't forget what he did.

He tried to stay hidden, but fate had other plans—his phone rang.

This is a hybrid operating room, lined with lead plates; supposedly the middle is coated with barium sulfate and painted white, giving top‑notch protection.

But the phone signal was damn weak; it gave a feeble vibration and then went silent.

Lin Ge pulled out his phone, glanced at it, saw it was from the Emergency Department, his heart tightened, and he immediately lowered his head and walked along the wall.

Vice President Yuan saw Lin Ge sneaking out, knew what was up, but didn't call him back; instead he told Zheng Ren, "Little Zheng, how long should we observe?"

"About ten minutes," Zheng Ren said. "The heart is under too much load; to fully recover we need to wait and see. This is youth—if it were someone over forty, they'd probably need a ventilator for a week after leaving the table and still might not improve."

Now no one dares to contradict whatever Zheng Ren says.

That 12 cm clot lay there like a divine artifact, enough to silence all opposition.

"Boss, what do you think—remove it completely? Do you know how hard it is?" Su Yun said, "It's like tofu, soft tofu—harder than dealing with an intestinal obstruction. If my hand weren't steady…"

Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and thought his temper had been unusually volatile lately.

Normally Su Yun can keep himself in check, but once in surgery, when tension rises, his temper turns foul.

When there's time, we should ask about the situation.

Just then Lin Ge hurried in, paused slightly, didn't speak to Zheng Ren, but looked at Vice President Yuan and President Zhang and said, "The Inpatient Chief of the Emergency Department, Zhou Litao, left the patient's two roommates to ask about the medical history; he suspects the clot came from the patient taking short‑term oral contraceptives."

Upon hearing that, Director Sun Chao felt a mix of emotions.

Whether or not that history is useful, it proves one thing—the 912 Emergency Department's rescue capability is damn strong!

I know the full history: the patient was brought to the hospital by a 120 emergency ambulance, and the thrombectomy was completed in under two hours.

This is just the final outcome; the details are what truly shock.

The thoracic surgery team came for a consult on the large right‑pleural effusion, but instead of simply placing a chest tube and leaving, they began to nitpick over why a 19‑year‑old female student would have such acute massive pleural fluid.

And the Emergency Department……isn't it swamped? How do they have time to ask about something as obscure as oral contraceptive use, a history that's hard to elicit?

These actions seem insignificant, completely unnoticed beside Zheng Lao Ban standing at the operating table and the 12 cm clot lying on the large gauze pad. Yet each piece fits together like a puzzle, until it's perfect!

This reflects the hospital's overall quality.

I still fantasized about charging in on a white horse with a silver spear, cutting through seven times in and out……Director Sun Chao almost got angry at himself.

"Boss, awesome—how did you know it was contraceptives?" Su Yun said.

"Just a guess," Zheng Ren said. "A young woman with deep‑vein thrombosis is already rare; the most likely cause is oral contraceptive use."

President Zhang's face looked somewhat grim.

People of their generation consider sneaking a bite of the forbidden fruit taboo.

Su Yun caught a glimpse of President Zhang's constipated‑looking upper‑face expression and laughed, "You guess why he's taking it?"

"Probably her menstrual cycle was irregular and she wanted to regulate it," Zheng Ren said. "Emergency contraceptive pills contain a large amount of progestin; a single dose delivers roughly the same hormone load as eight days of regular short‑acting oral contraceptives. High hormone levels can easily disrupt female endocrine function and alter the menstrual cycle."

"I recall the emergency contraceptive's label stating: a history of venous or arterial thrombosis, thromboembolism, or cerebrovascular accident prohibits use." Su Yun said.

"Have you bought it?" Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun.

"You didn't learn this in school!" Su Yun immediately became unhappy.

"I've studied it," Zheng Ren chuckled, tossing off a quick retort to Su Yun—discussing this any further is pointless.

Zheng Ren doesn't want to meddle in Su Yun's private life; as long as he's useful in surgery, that's enough.

During the recent thrombectomy attempt, I had no success in the system operating room. But I wasn't worried—going solo is never as good as having an assistant.

Sure enough, with Su Yun's help, the clot was removed in one go.

It's just a joke; he probably wouldn't mind as long as it doesn't go too far. Su Yun's temper has been bad lately, and Zheng Ren doesn't want to argue with him.

"I haven't done deep research, but I recall that taking contraceptives can effectively prevent deep‑vein thrombosis. However, for those with a family history, it may actually increase the chance of clot formation—this could be a research topic." Zheng Ren said.

"Combined oral contraceptives clearly protect against ovarian and endometrial cancer, lowering ovarian cancer risk by 40% and endometrial cancer risk by 50%. The longer you take them, the stronger the protection. They fight cancer—why aren't you saying that?" Su Yun scoffed, "From now on we'll just prescribe them as routine anticancer drugs."

Zheng Ren knew Su Yun was just opposing him for the sake of opposition, completely illogical. It's the stage where one tries to lower their own IQ and then defeat themselves with rich experience.

Ignoring Su Yun, Zheng Ren glanced at the ECG monitor and after a few seconds said, "Still young, the body's really good. After pulmonary embolus thrombectomy, recovery is swift. Lao He, how's the micro‑pump?"

"Isoproterenol has been stopped," Lao He replied while handling the micro‑pump.