Chapter 2287: 2210 Push the Tongue Out

Thinking about it, Zheng Ren froze for a moment.

Tongue, bottle, vacuum, negative pressure—when these key words were listed, it seemed a solution had emerged.

"The child is struggling too hard; it probably won't work," Zhou Litao said.

"Give him some sedative," Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

"..." Zhou Litao stared for a moment, his mind still stuck on trying every possible way to break the glass bottle with minimal damage, so he couldn't quickly grasp Zheng Ren's meaning.

"Let's try; if the tube can get in, we can solve the problem!" Su Yun clenched his right fist and struck it against his left palm.

Having said that, he turned and left, starting to look for something handy.

Having Su Yun around really put my mind at ease. Taking advantage of this break, Zheng Ren went straight to the System Space and clicked to purchase Surgical Training.

However, when the System Operating Room rose up from the ground and Zheng Ren entered, he saw nothing.

MD! Zheng Ren cursed silently.

Big Pig Trotter determined that the brat's condition was not within the scope of surgery, so it gave no training opportunity at all.

What to do? Zheng Ren didn't go out, but instead took advantage of the time-stop opportunity to straighten his thoughts.

Whether it's a soda bottle, a wine bottle, or the juice bottle in front of us, since people usually suck with their mouths when drinking, some of the air inside the bottle gets drawn into the body.

When the pressure inside the bottle becomes too low, if the tongue is pushed deep inside, atmospheric pressure will drive it further in, jamming it and making it impossible to pull out.

This can be explained logically.

What we need to do is pump air into the sealed negative‑pressure space, eliminate the negative pressure, and raise the bottle's pressure above atmospheric pressure, so the brat's tongue will be pushed out by the pressure.

The situation is exactly that, the logic is smooth and there is some feasibility. As for whether it will work, Zheng Ren can't be sure because he's never done it before.

The logic works, but due to a cognitive blind spot he missed a detail, making operational failure possible, which Zheng Ren also considered.

If it really comes to that, he might have to risk smashing the glass bottle.

As for any future abnormalities, we'll deal with them later. Zheng Ren figured that even if there were risks, they'd be controllable. If all else fails, he'd go onto the operating table and handle it himself.

Zheng Ren began to soothe the child, preventing his emotions from becoming too agitated and the situation from sliding into an unpredictable abyss.

Afterward, the Head Nurse of the emergency department followed him in and gave the child an appropriate dose of sedative.

Su Yun fetched an IV tube, and the two began operating, trying to insert the tube into the gap between the tongue and the bottle.

Although sedatives had been given, the moment the tongue was touched the child screamed in pain. His voice was hoarse; clearly his tongue had been out too long, and the glands in his mouth had nothing left to secrete.

The hardest to handle is this kind of brat; Zheng Ren tried several times, but each attempt failed because the brat kept moving wildly.

At that moment, Zheng Ren really wanted to anesthetize him.

"Doctor, be gentle, be gentle..." the brat's mother clung to him, unable to stop crying.

"There's nothing we can do," Zheng Ren shook his head. "The tongue has been stuck too long, the bruising is severe; if we don't resolve it quickly, it could necrose."

"Well, in the end we'll have to cut off the tongue like an amputation," Su Yun added, "and then he won't be able to speak, becoming a disabled person."

Although the description is simple, that image immediately appeared in the brat's mother's mind.

It's utterly terrifying!

She held the brat tightly, comforting his emotions. At the crucial moment, she still chose to trust the doctor.

"Doctor, please, try again—I'll hold him so he doesn't move," the woman pleaded.

Zheng Ren patted the brat's head and said softly, "It won't hurt much; please don't move, okay?"

The brat was already dazed and panicked, and hadn't heard a word Zheng Ren or he himself said.

But his movements were suppressed by the woman's violence, and at that point there was no room for anything else.

Pressed to the limit, the woman burst with unimaginable force; Zheng Ren even feared she might break the child's cervical spine.

But there was nothing else to do; the chance of a cervical‑spine problem was too low to consider for now.

If we were afraid of everything, we wouldn't need to do any treatment—just go home.

Every measure carries risk, and besides the brat isn't cooperating. Finishing the treatment in the shortest time is what matters most.

While the woman tightly held the brat, Zheng Ren slipped the IV tube into the gap between the bottle and the tongue.

Although the IV tube is soft, there is no gap between the brat's tongue and the glass bottle, and the negative pressure holds them tightly together. Even as the tube entered, the child kept whining in pain.

"Waa..." the woman burst into tears again.

Better to let her bear this than let the child suffer.

Too bad there's no way to transfer pain in this world. No matter how anxious or heartbroken, there's nothing we can do.

All she could do was hold the child's body and head firmly so the doctor could deal with it quickly.

For her, this period felt like entering hell, with flames raging and her suffering intensely.

Zheng Ren had top‑tier interventional surgery skills and quickly maneuvered the tube into the glass bottle.

But the pressure inside was still insufficient; there was no dramatic "pop" as imagined, with the tube pushing the bottle wall and tongue apart.

"Syringe," Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

He reached out, and a 10 ml syringe landed in his palm.

Without attaching the needle, Zheng Ren drew 10 ml of air into the syringe and connected it to the other end of the IV line.

He slowly pushed the air into the bottle, changing its vacuum‑negative‑pressure state.

10 ml……

20 ml……

50 ml……

When Zheng Ren had pushed five times, he finally heard a "pop," and the brat's tongue was no longer tightly pressed against the bottle; the gas inside, now above atmospheric pressure, "pushed" it out.

Zheng Ren's forehead broke out in a cold sweat.

This method only makes sense logically; it hasn't been tested repeatedly. So Zheng Ren isn't sure it will succeed, and the pressure he bears is enormous.

The brat might have done this just for fun or some other senseless reason, leading to this situation.

It's good if it succeeds, good if it succeeds.

Zheng Ren set down the syringe, and Su Yun had already taken out the glass bottle.

The brat's tongue had turned bluish-purple and was badly swollen. He wanted to say something, but he could only utter indistinct gurgling sounds.

Seeing that the child was alright, the woman lost control of her emotions, and, holding the child, burst into unrestrained sobs.