Chapter 1918: 1851 Open the Mic (Monthly Ticket 35500 Extra Chapter ×71)

Zhou Litao personally issued the emergency 120.

Fang Lin realized there might be a problem before calling the 120 emergency; the diagnosis of pulmonary torsion is likely correct.

Although Zheng Lao Ban insisted on doing a fluoroscopy if the patient's condition allowed, Fang Lin noticed that Zheng Lao Ban also used the pulmonary torsion diagnosis when discussing the patient's condition.

Once pulmonary torsion occurs, we must race against time for rescue and surgery; otherwise, if necrosis or gangrene sets in, it's totally screwed.

Notify the nurse, prepare for emergency rescue; Fang Lin also called the operating room, saying there is a critical emergency case on his end that may need to go up immediately.

But everything was ready; the anesthesiologist urged twice, yet the patient still hadn't arrived.

Fang Lin was also speechless.

It's been over an hour; they should have arrived by now. Besides, both I and Cui Lao repeatedly urged the patient's family to hurry.

Why is handling something so troublesome?

Fang Lin muttered complaints while making phone calls.

But the final outcome left Fang Lin laughing and crying: the patient's family actually got lost in the steel-and-concrete jungle of Di Du.

MD! I hit the jackpot today!

Fang Lin first called Zhou Litao, telling him to come personally for the consultation, then dialed the city 120 emergency center to request an ambulance to pick up the patient.

Pulmonary torsion cannot be delayed.

I just don't know when the patient's family will arrive; he picked up the phone intending to call the Medical Department, but hesitated before getting through.

Calling the Medical Department myself—who would bother with me? A patient who hasn't even completed admission procedures, or hasn't even boarded the 120 ambulance, theoretically has nothing to do with 912.

This patient's condition is special; not even a minute can be wasted.

In his anxiety, Fang Lin thought of Zheng Lao Ban.

More than half a year ago, when Zheng Lao Ban was still Chief Zheng, he seemed a bit inexperienced. But he...

Fang Lin felt he shouldn't think about this; the more he thought, the more he felt he'd lived in vain.

He hesitated not at all, called Zheng Ren, explained the situation, and Zheng Lao Ban readily agreed.

After hanging up, Fang Lin reflected that he seemed to have handled everything flawlessly; if we waited for the patient's family to find their way back, the patient might not arrive until tomorrow.

A greater possibility is that the patient's family will take the ashes and return to their hometown.

The film was shot at the hometown, and it's already been three days. Although the pulmonary vein shows some angle, not completely blocked, but who knows what changes have occurred in these days.

I hope he's okay; Fang Lin knows he can only do so much.

Do what one can, then leave it to fate.

He sent Zhou Litao a WeChat message, asking that side to assess the situation so this side can prepare.

Zhou Litao replied with an acknowledging expression.

Just after hanging up the phone, Zheng Lao Ban arrived with several people in suits.

This speed... Fang Lin suddenly had a weird thought: could the people from Xinglin Yuan have a team that loafs around the 912 compound every day, ready to appear instantly whenever Zheng Lao Ban needs them?

All together, less than five minutes—how did they get here so fast?

"Has the 120 ambulance arrived?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Not yet," Fang Lin said, sweating profusely; Zheng Lao Ban's speed is too fast.

"Oh, no rush." Zheng Ren said: "Is the operating room in touch?"

"All set; the anesthesiologist has asked twice whether the patient has come, preparing to see the patient."

"I'll get Lao He for the anesthesiologist; if it really is a torsion, there will be many complications during surgery." Zheng Ren said.

As he spoke, Fang Lin's phone rang.

"Manager Zhou."

"Uh... okay, we'll prepare right away. Please send them directly to the operating room!"

After saying that, Fang Lin hung up.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the patient's breathing difficulty is extreme, blood oxygen saturation around 80%. Now in a semi-conscious state, accompanied by hemoptysis."

Zheng Ren's expression turned stern.

This is the manifestation of worsening pulmonary torsion.

The pulmonary artery is completely blocked, leading to... never mind, thinking about this is useless.

"Director Lin, the patient's condition is urgent; consider pulmonary torsion with necrosis, need intra‑operative exploration." Zheng Ren called Lin Ge: "Um, please go downstairs and tell the patient; if there are financial issues, Xinglin Yuan staff are downstairs."

"Alright, I'm going up."

After saying that, Zheng Ren briskly walked out.

Um... Fang Lin was at a loss.

Should I accompany them or not? For emergency surgery, the Inpatient Chief usually goes first. Take a look; if there's a problem or can't proceed, call a second‑line professor.

But once Zheng Lao Ban goes up...

"Fang Lin, you handle things downstairs; I and the boss will go up first to assist you." Su Yun said while running, her voice fading as she and her silhouette disappeared around the corner.

"Help..." Fang Lin was speechless, thinking, "Brother Yun, your hands must be itching by now."

But downstairs we indeed need people; for this rushed surgery, the various pre‑op issues aren't something a resident can handle.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun jogged all the way to the operating room; Su Yun also called Hu Yan Hui on the way, telling her to go straight to the operating room.

If the patient's family arrives and consents to the surgery live broadcast, we can start right away.

"Boss, if today's surgery can be live‑streamed, we need to open the mic." Su Yun said.

"What's the point of opening the mic?" Zheng Ren has no interest in such things.

"You know the medical history; other doctors don't." Su Yun said formally and seriously: "Only by thoroughly presenting the history can others understand that pulmonary torsion is a multifaceted disease. Only by knowing all the circumstances will future encounters avoid misdiagnosis and mistreatment."

"Alright, you speak." Zheng Ren said.

"Of course I'll do it, unless you want to?" Seeing Zheng Ren agree, Su Yun blew a breath, her black hair fluttering, looking extremely pleased.

"Yi Ren..." Zheng Ren suddenly thought of it, hurriedly called Xie Yiren.

On the phone, Xie Yiren's voice didn't sound angry, soft and gentle, just as usual, nothing unusual could be heard.

Zheng Ren hung up the phone, walked into the Gengyishi, and finally let out a breath.

"Boss, you're doomed." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with a smug smile.

"Huh?"

"When a woman gets angry and shouts, that's nothing. What's scary is this kind of calm and calm, still waters run deep, you don't know that?"

Zheng Ren quickly changed clothes while pondering Su Yun's words.

Come to think of it, that's actually possible.

Zheng Ren's heart sank instantly, his face turned a little bluish, revealing an unsightly look.

"If it weren't for this, I'd just go out for a meal with Yi Ren in the Evening. But look at you, meeting Yi Ren means going on stage to perform Shou Bing—you're not asking for death, what is?" Su Yun quickly put on her clothes, still muttering, "Tsk tsk, let's see how you explain this."

"……"

Zheng Ren felt somewhat lost and at a loss.

Forget it, I don't care!

He picked up the film, a roguish spirit arose in his heart; it wouldn't hurt to put on a smile and say some nice words. Although he didn't know what to say, he'd probably end up awkwardly chatting, but there wouldn't be any problem—Zheng Ren cheered himself up.