Chapter 191: with translation of chapter title

0186 Myriad drops become water, converging flow becomes a river.

In the Operating Room, the rescue work is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Staff from the Thoracic Surgery and General Surgery Department are busy and tense at the same time.

Under normal circumstances, no doctor would be willing to do this.

Shou Bing dealt Fang Lin a massive blow, possibly exceeding what his young body could withstand.

However,

There's nothing we can do.

Zheng Ren's reminder was only one factor in deciding the thoracoabdominal incision; more importantly, 500 ml of dark red bloody fluid drained instantly from the chest bottle.

After a few minutes, the chest bottle was full and was replaced with a clean one.

Seeing the dark red blood being drawn out indicated to all doctors present that there was also a relatively large Artery damaged in the chest cavity; otherwise, there would not be such blood retention.

The thoracoabdominal incision, while simultaneously controlling bleeding, deals Fang Lin a huge blow.

If the bleeding points appear one after another, Fang Lin will not be able to withstand them.

Even adults, when forced, have to make a choice.

When Zheng Ren had the little nurse pass along the message, the Thoracic Surgery team was already preparing to start the operation, but the doctors were still hesitating, acting a bit slowly.

Everyone hopes that the drainage volume will decrease in the next second.

Everyone hopes that the blood pressure will rise again in the next second.

But that is wishful thinking.

Zheng Ren is the first eyewitness and a professional doctor; his opinion is the most worth considering.

So, after the little nurse relayed Zheng Ren's diagnosis, no one hesitated anymore, and the speed of preoperative preparation for the Shou Bing surged.

At 3:33, the Thoracic Surgery Deputy Chief on duty performed the incision, the anesthesiologist switched to single-lung ventilation, blocking the right pulmonary airway.

Everyone was working hard, but whether they could survive sometimes really depended on fate.

At 13:54, several medical staff returned with fresh frozen plasma and fresh frozen red blood cells, warming the red blood cells to body temperature in their pockets before hanging them on the IV stand.

In the pressurized transfusion device, the blood bags deflated one after another; after removal, they were neatly placed aside.

After the Shou Bing ends, these blood bags need to be checked and verified again.

The air in the Operating Room was almost motionless, lacking the usual ease and leisure.

Nobody told jokes, and nobody would just start driving randomly.

At 15:15, the heads of the relevant departments quickly arrived to conduct a bedside consultation.

At 18:23, the Director of Medical Affairs arrived from home with a grim face, as if a volcano were suppressed in his chest.

But he remained calm, directing the rescue efforts and coordinating all hospital departments.

Although it was the weekend, the news spread throughout the Hospital in an extremely short time. All departments and units fully cooperated, each person contributing their modest effort to save this young doctor with a bright future.

Trickles form streams, which flow into rivers.

Like a surging song.

At 43:05, the damaged bronchial Artery in the chest cavity was sutured, the pierced lower right lung was sutured, the ruptured diaphragm was sutured, no active bleeding was found, and they prepared to close the chest cavity.

At 57:27, the liver suturing was completed, the abdominal cavity was irrigated, and a drainage tube was left in place.

The Tension and oppressive atmosphere only slightly eased at this point.

The high pressure had already returned to 70 mmHg, and the blood oxygen saturation remained at 97% while inhaling pure oxygen. Several episodes of atrial fibrillation were corrected by the anesthesiologist with medication; now it is sinus tachycardia with a heart rate of 147 per Minute.

Fang Lin's condition is not satisfactory, but given such severe trauma, being able to barely cling to life is already a good result.

More than ten medical staff escorted Fang Lin out of the Operating Room in a tense and orderly manner; the Deputy Chief of Thoracic Surgery and the Chief of the General Surgery Department came to the changing room, removing their sweat-soaked hats and masks.

Only now did they have a chance to take a breath and ease their tense nerves.

"I picked up a life." The Deputy Chief of Thoracic Surgery recalled, still feeling uneasy.

Especially when he had just arrived, seeing a person in casual clothes, kneeling half‑down, going up onto the Operating table together with Fang Lin, the shock deep inside him is still hard to forget.

"Well, the rescue was timely with no delay; Fang Lin's life truly was picked up." The Chief of the General Surgery Department lit a cigarette and tossed it over.

They're all seasoned smokers; nobody looks down on anyone.

The spiciness of tobacco quickly counteracted the Tension and Fatigue brought by the rescue in their bodies; after a brief remark, both fell into silence.

After finishing a cigarette, the Deputy Chief of Thoracic Surgery felt much better and asked, "Is that young person who performed manual hemostasis a colleague? They acted promptly during the First Time without hesitation—great."

"I heard he's a young doctor from Dong Bei Hai Cheng." The Chief of the General Surgery Department laughed, saying, "His diagnosis was accurate, his handling appropriate, quite a fine young person."

"Did he hold the hepatic portal the whole way?"

"Hmm."

"Any necrosis or tearing?"

The hepatic portal tissue is fragile and important. Unlike using Hemostatic Forceps to cut off blood flow during the Shou Bing, manual occlusion is at least ten times more difficult.

One must also, under Tension and panicked emotions, ensure not to prolong the occlusion too long, to avoid liver necrosis.

Moreover, having rushed all the way, it's hard to

Although the surgery was already done and everyone knew the outcome, the deputy chief of thoracic surgery still instinctively asked a question whose answer he already knew.

"The protection was excellent," the chief of general surgery remarked. "I estimate that the young man intermittently supplied blood to the liver, and the control was very precise. Too much, and blood would flow out through the ruptured area of the liver; too little, and it would have little effect. By the way, when he arrived, I noticed a syringe needle inserted into his chest wall—could it be a tension pneumothorax?"

"Yes," the deputy chief of thoracic surgery said, still feeling uneasy. "Bleeding is a minor matter; tension pneumothorax can kill within ten minutes. It's sheer luck that Fang Lin made it into the ICU alive."

"If that's the case, I seem to have taken an interest in that young man," the chief of general surgery said, chuckling as he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"It's me. Go check where that out‑of‑town doctor who performed manual hemostasis is now, and find out as much as you can about his situation."

"Yes, order high‑flow oxygen for him."

"Tell the head nurse that it's my call."

After hanging up the phone, the Deputy Chief of Thoracic Surgery looked at him somewhat glumly and complained: "It's just a rescue; do you really need to? This year, none of your doctoral students can stay in the hospital. Besides, Fang Lin is a member of my thoracic surgery department."

"It sounds like you can arbitrarily switch to a single room." The General Surgery Department chief laughed and said: "I also didn't intend to keep him; providing a better environment for him to recuperate is also doing my part."

The two chatted a few more words, then each changed clothes and prepared to return to the outpatient clinic.

Although such a malignant incident occurred, the outpatient clinic still needs to see patients as usual.

The General Surgery Department chief's phone rang, and he answered it.

"Hmm, what's up?"

"..."

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up, his expression looked somewhat strange.

The Thoracic Surgery Department Deputy Chief couldn't understand his meaning and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Recently the research institute has been conducting research, do you know?"

"There's research every year; it has nothing to do with our thoracic surgery department, so we don't pay attention."

"That young man comes from Hai Cheng, and he was invited to participate in the research..."

"Hiss—"