Chapter 2074: with translation of chapter title

The second car arrived later, and Lin Yuanzhang saw his own maid get out of the car.

His eyelids twitched wildly, and he felt a gloom beginning to rise in his heart.

The medical team even had the supplies vendor, and the sight of those oversized rolling suitcases, each as tall as a person and a half, was enough to make anyone's heart race.

"Zheng Lao Ban, this box is too big, isn't it?" Professor Zhong said beside him.

"The boss has obsessive-compulsive disorder," Su Yun said. "Back in Pengxi Xiang, when ammunition and food ran out, he developed this condition. Without enough supplies on hand, he would have an episode whenever he went out."

Pengxi Xiang, ammunition and food exhausted—upon hearing those two words, everyone fell silent.

Even those who had previously gossiped about Zheng Lao Ban's grandeur found themselves unable to utter a word in rebuttal.

Lin Yuanzhang didn't speak to Lin Yuan, heading straight to the operating room. While changing clothes, Professor Zhong explained the patient's condition.

The patient's condition was certainly not optimistic, and Zheng Ren knew it.

"Dean Lin, the operating room will be taken over by our medical team," Zheng Ren said, having finished changing and putting on his sterile cap.

It really is exactly as the rumors said,

Overbearing!

Arrogant!

Domineering!

No wonder, after sweeping through Di Du Medical University Affiliated Hospital back then, the medical circle in Di Du was full of rumors.

Although the rumors were unfounded, there was always some basis for them.

Looking at it now, it really is the case.

Bringing along his entire entourage—assistants, instrument nurses, anesthesiologists, and even a supplies vendor!

Once here, they intended to take over the entire operating room.

Being this arrogant—is that really okay?

"Zheng Lao Ban..." Lin Yuanzhang hesitated.

"Dean Lin, if atrial fibrillation occurs during the surgery, who here will be responsible?" Su Yun suddenly asked.

"I will," said an anesthesiologist standing at the door.

"Atrial fibrillation, what drug do you give?"

"Propafenone, 1 mg/kg."

"If it doesn't work, what then?"

"Give it again after 20 minutes, and administer Amiodarone via intravenous pump."

This is the standard dosage per the manual, but the anesthesiologists at Di Du's tumor department scoffed at it.

Do we even need to ask? The young man is arrogant and domineering, yet his knowledge is limited—he actually dares to test himself with such a simple question.

"So, during resuscitation, I'll coordinate with Lao He and won't need your people." Su Yun blew a breath, his black hair fluttering above his forehead.

Before his forehead hair even fell, he donned his sterile cap, saying, "The surgery will cause mechanical tricuspid valve insufficiency; we cannot give propafenone, we must go straight to amiodarone. The dosage will exceed the limit, but that's what resuscitation requires."

The changing room fell into silence.

He's merely an assistant of Zheng Lao Ban, yet he's this arrogant!

Lin Yuanzhang sized up Su Yun from head to toe, just as the rumors described—like a popular celebrity. Yet his speech was extremely firm, leaving no room for compromise.

Is he really that confident? Professor Zhong thought to himself, doubtful.

The PICC line and pulmonary artery were adhered together; surely no one would dare pull hard on them. If they ruptured, the patient would be doomed on the table.

Usually the rumors praised how skilled Zheng Lao Ban was in 912, but now he seemed a bit unreliable—Professor Zhong felt a little uneasy.

"Lin Yuanzhang, the surgery's difficulty is extreme; even I lack full confidence." Zheng Ren said, "During the operation, severe atrial fibrillation will definitely occur, and a slight mistake could cause the patient to die on the operating table."

Lin Yuanzhang was speechless; after hearing Zheng Ren finish, his first thought was to give up.

"So I must use my own people; in the operating room, during emergency resuscitation, there can be only one voice." Zheng Ren said firmly, looking at Lin Yuanzhang.

Lao He looked stunned.

Zheng Lao Ban is usually so gentle; how could he be this hard-line this time? He sensed some danger in Zheng Lao Ban's words.

After looking around, Lao He leaned close to Su Yun and whispered, "Yun Ge'er, will you handle the resuscitation?"

"The two of us." Su Yun smiled. "We need to buy the boss five minutes of operating time."

"Five minutes..." Lao He's face broke into a smile.

"The guidewire must exit the tricuspid valve and enter the pulmonary artery for manipulation, amid severe atrial fibrillation. Drugs and defibrillator will be needed. Five minutes—I lack confidence in that." Su Yun gave this unusually serious explanation.

The smile on Lao He's face had just appeared when it immediately froze.

Mechanical tricuspid valve insufficiency can also provoke arrhythmia during guidewire manipulation.

Imagine a tube forced into the tricuspid valve and moved back and forth; each movement would trigger the heart's electrophysiological reflex.

Damn it!

How difficult can the surgery be!

Still, following Zheng Lao Ban out to rescue the situation, even knowing the road ahead is a dead end, we would charge headfirst, even if it meant breaking our heads and bleeding.

Having come this far, we cannot show fear now.

"Many drugs will have to exceed the limit," Su Yun said. "In short, stay focused then—don't be afraid."

"Mm." Lao He nodded solemnly.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what should I do?" Lin Yuan also appeared, having changed clothes, volunteering.

"You? Just stand outside and watch." Zheng Ren said.

Lin Yuanzhang's heart steadied considerably, his impression of Zheng Lao Ban greatly improved. Lin Yuan widened her almond eyes, glaring hatefully at Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren seemed not to notice her expression, walking straight into the operating room.

In the operating room, the anesthesiologist and instrument nurse watched the patient. The ECG monitor showed a rapid heart rate of 122 beats per minute. Blood pressure was low, only 80/40 mmHg.

This is a typical manifestation of pulmonary artery embolism.

If it weren't for the ventilator assisting breathing, one would notice the patient's respiratory rate extremely fast, reaching over 20 times per minute.

"Get ready." Zheng Ren said, "Director Lin, have the Medical Department staff and the ward doctors go explain the condition to the patient's family."

Lin Ge stood to the side, cautiously watching Director Lin's expression. When he saw Director Lin nod, he began to quietly communicate with the people from Di Du Tumor Medical Department.

They are all from the Medical Department; they often meet at medical work meetings, are very familiar with each other, and communicate without any hindrance.

After saying a few words, Lin Ge and the Medical Department staff called the head of Tumor Department Two to go communicate with the patient's family during the surgery.

Zheng Ren went to change into lead clothing.

With many people and distractions, not using system equipment, they wore the standard lead clothing of Di Du Tumor.

Xie Yiren also came in to put on lead clothing; Zheng Ren felt somewhat heavy-hearted; after all, if possible, Zheng Ren did not want Xie Yiren to come in and ingest the thread.

He saw Xie Yiren slightly straining to pick up the lead clothing and drape it over her body; after thinking, Zheng Ren picked up a lead neck guard and lead hat and gave them to Xie Yiren to wear.

"Too much, heavy." Xie Yiren whispered.

"But you still have to wear it; the surgery won't take too long, but protective work must still be done properly." Zheng Ren said, not allowing refusal.

"Oh." Xie Yiren replied obediently, firmly gripping Zheng Ren's hand.

"Boss, do we have to spread dog food even when putting on lead clothing?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"Hurry up and scrub your hands." Zheng Ren said solemnly.