Chapter 1961: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren hoisted the large rolling suitcase, light as a swallow, and ran to the operating room's changing room.

No matter how urgent, we must always ensure sterile operation. Except in the dire situation of ammunition exhausted and supplies depleted during earthquake relief at the seismic center, this point must be adhered to.

After hastily changing clothes, Gao Shaojie came in panting.

Neither spoke; Zheng Ren grabbed the rolling suitcase and ran straight into the operating room.

"Boss Zheng, eight hands!" Gao Shaojie still hadn't forgotten to shout.

But this remark was completely meaningless; the operating room corridor was in utter chaos, doctors and nurses moving swiftly, those urging blood transfusion doing so, those searching for people doing so.

Director Lin of the Medical Department at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, his face dark, accompanied President Li, directing the rescue.

Actually there's not much to direct; just have the vascular department come up and see, the probability of being able to suture is not high.

Professor Zhan had said this preoperatively, because of the presence of a retroperitoneal paraganglioma, if there is a tear in the inferior vena cava, it simply cannot be sutured!

Director Jin, the person should have been thrown onto the table.

All we can do now is give it our best; in Director Lin's view, all the rescue efforts are merely doing what we can.

Damn it! Even the professors in Di Du can't handle this, Old Jin's fate!

As soon as it's discovered, it's already late stage, with no chance for surgery.

It's still a rare retroperitoneal paraganglioma...

Director Lin's eyes were a bit unfocused, unrelated to any medical accident, just pure sorrow.

Although he wasn't close to Director Jin, Director Jin belonged to the old guard, a classmate of President Li; they got to know each other after starting work and have interacted for decades. Now, watching helplessly as blood in the laparoscope blocks the view, Director Lin feels anguish.

"How the hell are we doing this kind of surgery in a regular operating room!" a somewhat familiar voice rang out, surprised and angry.

Who is this?

On and under the operating table, everything is already in chaos.

Director Lin searched for the speaker; he recognized the voice, it was someone quite important, but for a moment he couldn't recall who it was.

Zheng Ren glanced at the ECG monitor; blood pressure had dropped to 60 mmHg, but the heart rate was still sinus, meaning there was still hope.

On the operating table, they were using the laparoscope to open the abdomen; the laparoscope's forceps hadn't been withdrawn. Zheng Ren knew this was the moment of separating hemorrhage, using hemostatic gauze to barely plug the site of the vessel rupture, to avoid excessive bleeding and buy a little time for subsequent rescue.

What angered Zheng Ren was that the operating room was actually a regular operating suite, not a hybrid operating room.

"MD!" He cursed furiously in his heart.

"Boss Zheng, how did you come here?" Director Lin searched hard, finally astonished to find it was Zheng Ren, and asked in surprise.

Back then, when they wanted to recruit Boss Zheng to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, Director Lin even went to the dean of the college to request a tenured position.

He hadn't expected that the 912 in Di Du would act even sooner, offering better terms.

Thus they missed out on a rising star; every time Director Lin recalls this, he feels regret.

He hadn't expected to "run into" each other today in the operating room.

"Can I help?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Help? You have a way!" Director Lin exclaimed in surprise.

"Let's try first; if it doesn't work, we'll hurry to the hybrid operating room..." Zheng Ren said this, also feeling helpless.

With all the tubes and ventilator, moving him to another suite under general anesthesia would likely kill him.

"Then thank you for the trouble!" Director Lin immediately said.

In this situation, only Doctor Zheng says there's a way. Like a drowning person clutching the last straw, Director Lin immediately agreed.

Anyway, Director Jin is beyond saving, so giving it a try isn't a problem.

Zheng Ren tossed the large rolling suitcase aside and strode off to scrub his hands.

"Boss, can he still be saved?" Su Yun followed behind, asking hurriedly.

"Let's try." Zheng Ren said.

Gao Shaojie also arrived; he and Su Yun entered together.

Watching Boss Zheng stride off to scrub his hands, Gao Shaojie froze.

He knew Director Jin's condition too well; the retroperitoneal paraganglioma had already invaded the inferior vena cava, and once it ruptured, the person was done.

Boss Zheng, how...

Could he be placing a stent?

An inferior vena cava stent?!

Gao Shaojie stared in astonishment at Zheng Ren's back as he went to scrub his hands, utterly stunned.

The Intervention Department had little presence; he had vaguely felt preoperatively that it should be arranged in the hybrid operating room, but this decision was made entirely by the hospital.

Since Gao Shaojie still needed to ask Boss Zheng to perform the surgery, he hadn't paid much attention to this matter.

Director Jin was particularly harsh toward young team-leading professors, especially those with high technical skill who posed a threat to him.

Their relationship was poor; Gao Shaojie merely watched coldly, neither taking pleasure in the other's misfortune nor paying much attention.

He glanced again and confirmed it was indeed a regular operating suite!

"Boss Zheng must be planning to do a surgical procedure," Gao Shaojie thought. He truly is a jack-of-all-trades, capable of any surgery and excellent at them all.

Such a person is truly rare.

"Gao Shaojie, why did you bring a supplies vendor in here?" President Li frowned, looking at the rescue on the operating table, and scolded unhappily.

"President Li, he's not a supplies vendor; he's Boss Zheng from 912."

"Boss Zheng?"

"President, it's the person I applied for a tenured position for last year, who was later poached by 912." Director Lin explained softly.

"Huh? How did he come? What is he going to do?" President Li asked.

No one could answer that question; the only one who could guess what Boss Zheng intended to do—Su Yun followed him to scrub his hands.

Soon, Zheng Ren finished scrubbing, raised both hands in front of his chest, and shouted: "Old Gao, help me find a sterile gown."

"Okay!" Gao Shaojie responded, heading to the sterile table beside the instrument table to see if there was a pack of sterile gowns.

Generally, the number of sterile gowns needed for a surgery is fixed, so many students and similar unimportant people don't even have the qualification to wear them.

"Zheng Lao Ban, we have it!" Gao Shaojie shouted amid the chaotic crowd.

Zheng Ren came to the instrument table and hurriedly said, "Please give me the iodine gauze."

The instrument nurse was swamped, completely ignoring Zheng Ren's presence and his request for iodine gauze to disinfect, hastily handing over instruments on the operating table.

"Give me the iodine gauze!" Zheng Ren roared, seeing no one paying attention.

His voice was extremely loud; the entire Shujian seemed to tremble slightly, the echo buzzing, and the chaotic operating area fell silent directly.

"Even if we open it now, it's death—can you stop the bleeding? All of you, cut it out!" Zheng Ren snapped.

The little nurse was frightened stupid, and Gao Shaojie quickly said, "Hurry up and give Zheng Lao Ban the gauze, and give me an oval forceps."

Although panicked, the little nurse still observed sterile procedure, placing the gauze in a tray and handing it to Zheng Ren.

After disinfecting, Zheng Ren took the garment that Gao Shaojie had lifted with the oval forceps, tossed it upward, and put it on cleanly and neatly.

Gao Shaojie tied the strap for Zheng Lao Ban like an intern.

"Is Little Feng up yet?" Zheng Ren continued to shout.

In this rescue, even a soft voice gets no attention.

However, at this moment, only Zheng Lao Ban's voice echoed in the operating room.

"Here I come." Feng Xu Hui had already opened the large rolling suitcase in the hallway outside the operating room.

He hadn't even caught his breath before asking again, "Zheng Lao Ban, you need the blood vessel with membrane stent, right?"