Chapter 190: 0185 Thoracoabdominal Joint Surgery

"Brother, are you okay?" a doctor rushed over, holding a mercury sphygmomanometer.

"I'm fine." Zheng Ren opened eyes, gaze clear and bright.

Seeing Zheng Ren speak clearly, the doctor felt relieved but still took their blood pressure.

Blood pressure was fine, only slightly below normal.

"Come on, go to another Shujian, look for Orthopedics Department, hand surgery exploration and suturing." A young nurse said: "Let me help you up, don't fall."

"No need, thanks." Zheng Ren's eyes closed, forcing a smile.

Zheng Ren knew he had to leave immediately. Because the situation was urgent, he performed an unconventional operation.

After hemostasis and Shou Bing, Fang Lin, lying on the operating table receiving emergency treatment, faced a severe infection problem.

The contaminated state in the outpatient clinic, compared to the sterile operating room, the difference is not just a bottle of povidone-iodine.

After leaving, the operating room had to conduct Shou Bing while re-disinfecting, trying to avoid bacterial contamination.

This is one of the necessary conditions for successful rescue; I have done what I should.

The rest,

leave it to fate.

Leaning against the wall to stand up slowly, Zheng Ren felt a bit dizzy. The recent tension and all-out rescue caused the body's hormone levels to rise completely.

Now that I've done what I should, when I idle, the whole body aches severely, especially the injured left shoulder, making the arm useless, a stabbing pain with any movement.

Hopefully nothing wrong, Zheng Ren thought.

At this moment, Zheng Ren realized that on the upper right of his field of view, the system panel actually showed no status……

This system, that Big Pig Trotter, why not set it up? Zheng Ren's thoughts surged like an untamed horse.

But it was only a moment; soon Zheng Ren felt weak, unable to stand.

Barely holding onto the operating room's sensor door, Zheng Ren gasped heavily.

A young nurse supported Zheng Ren's uninjured arm, slowly walking out of the operating room.

"This way." The young nurse led Zheng Ren to the adjacent Shujian, turning on the shadowless lamp.

Zheng Ren gave a bitter smile, being helped to lie down.

He never imagined that one day he would also lie on the operating table under the shadowless lamp.

"Bro, which hospital is this? Emergency hemostasis is awesome!" The nurse gave Zheng Ren a thumbs-up, praising.

Ordinary people would be dazed at the sight of bloody scenes. But here is the operating room, one of the few large tertiary hospitals nationwide, what scene haven't they seen?

A minor trauma; the nurse glanced, analyzing from blood loss and Zheng Ren's condition, concluded the injury was not life-threatening.

Casual chit-chat a few sentences, letting the patient's tension ease, has become instinct.

Moreover, Zheng Ren and the injured Fang Lin being pushed in looked impressive; the nurse admired them deeply.

"From Hai Cheng."

"……" The nurse seemed never to have heard the name Hai Cheng, paused, "I saw the needle of a 50ml syringe; does he still have tension pneumothorax?"

"Yeah, there is." Zheng Ren, under the shadowless lamp, closed his eyes and said slowly: "Liver rupture, total liver penetrating injury. Diaphragm rupture, right lower lung lobe penetrating injury. Bronchial artery rupture, tension pneumothorax. Blood transfusion, large amount, if capable and conditions allow, call thoracic surgery to open another table simultaneously."

Hearing these familiar words, looking at the stranger before them, from some city they didn't know, the nurse preparing for surgery was stunned.

"Tell that side, a closed drainage is definitely not enough." Zheng Ren muttered: "Right away!"

Though the voice was soft, it was full of authority.

This damn, clearly not a patient but the aura of a department head, and the kind that speaks with final authority. A somewhat timid department head wouldn't dare say this in the operating room.

The nurse was surprised, but Zheng Ren's words were like those of a respected senior professor; she hesitated not, nodded in agreement, and turned to leave.

While quickly walking to the neighboring operating room, the nurse repeated Zheng Ren's words in her mouth, fearing to forget anything and delay the rescue.

Lying quietly on the operating table, a bit cold. The light of the shadowless lamp, from this angle, is somewhat glaring.

Zheng Ren remained silent, silently waiting, waiting for the outcome of that surgery.

After a few minutes, the nurse returned, saying: "When I went, thoracic surgery had already prepared the sheets to open another table simultaneously. Your instructions, I also told them."

Zheng Ren let out a barely audible "hum", closed his eyes. This time, he finally felt relieved.

Soon after, two doctors came to the operating room, began preparing sutures.

Silence, as if before them was endless silence.

Zheng Ren did not like this feeling,

He liked Xie Yiren's curved brows and eyes; when he reached out, familiar instruments would be slapped into his hand.

He liked Chu Yan zhi's extremely chuuni shout of "burn my calories".

He liked Chu Yanran quietly sitting beside the patient's head, earnestly recording vital signs and medication dosages.

He liked Chang Yue communicating with patients, amiable and familiar.

He liked... Su Yun's sharp-tongued, effeminate male; thinking of it now, it's all the more endearing.

They are the hope amidst this endless bloodshed.

"How's that side?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.

"The bone isn't injured, just a subcutaneous wound, not serious." The doctor suturing Zheng Ren replied instinctively.

But he immediately realized Zheng Ren was asking about the rescue in the neighboring operating room.

If it were an ordinary patient, surely no one would pay attention. But the doctor suturing Zheng Ren knew what Zheng Ren had done in this rescue.

"Hey, someone come." The doctor called.

"How?" The responding nurse answered.

"What's the situation on that side?" The doctor asked.

"Thoracic and general surgery are opening tables simultaneously; thoracic surgery has already repaired the bronchial artery, now suturing the lung lobe and repairing the diaphragm. General surgery is suturing the liver. Blood pressure can be measured, systolic 50." The person at the door answered, then left.

"Not bad." The doctor said.

Zheng Ren nodded.

Blood pressure can be measured; this is the best news.

Bleeding point found, bleeding stopped, plus transfusion and fluid replacement, Fang Lin still has an Opportunity to be rescued.

Of course, it's just an Opportunity. Such severe trauma, postoperative perioperative treatment is also very crucial.

But Zheng Ren believes the capability here, national top level; if even this can't save him, then it's fate.

After several Minute, the shoulder wound was sutured.

Because winter clothing is thicker, the assailant's knife caused more damage by stabbing, but when it struck the shoulder, the clothing dissipated the force, causing only some superficial injuries, muscle unharmed.

After suturing and local bandaging, the doctor who sutured Zheng Ren helped him up and helped him out of the Operating Room.

"I'll send you to the Inpatient Department," the doctor said.

"No need, I'll just sit a while at the Operating Room door," Zheng Ren said lightly.