Chapter 292: 0286 True Heroism (2/4)

The documentary alternates between tense and intense moments and moments filled with a rich atmosphere of everyday life. The production isn't particularly polished, but it is full of sincerity.

Especially when the scene of emergency resuscitation during the terrorist attack in Di Du appeared, the temperature in the small private dining hall dropped.

Professor Rudolf Wagner's eyes flickered with countless bewilderment and incomprehension, until Tangxiu spoke those words of true heroism, and then everything became clear.

The documentary is short, and it lacks a lot of content.

Director Kong personally experienced Zheng Ren's mid-to-late period in Di Du, but this part is hardly shown in the documentary, with few shots or footage.

However, a case of nitrite poisoning and an emergency resuscitation are enough to illustrate the problem.

Dean Xiao originally wanted to extricate himself, but he didn't expect to see a documentary that would refresh his worldview.

If it were any other day, Dean Xiao would surely fly into a rage.

How could I not know about this kind of documentary?!

Yet, each scene in the documentary shocked his already numb inner heart.

Fifteen minutes later, the documentary ended.

Professor Rudolf Wagner fell silent.

"Professor, I believe you have already obtained the answer you sought." Dean Xiao stood up again, only this time he wasn't holding a wine glass.

"For our nation's great rejuvenation, to go from one victory to the next, everyone is doing what they should." Dean Xiao's voice became passionate and uplifting: "Medical workers are the people's strong backing, a reliable foundation. So I believe Zheng Ren thinks this way; he cannot leave the land he deeply loves."

Zheng Ren was stunned by Dean Xiao's words.

The old comrade is good at summarizing; how come I didn't think of such an upright reason?

Director Kong was unmoved by Dean Xiao's remarks, turned toward him, and his expression grew solemn.

Professor Rudolf Wagner felt somewhat perplexed, but he did not continue to persuade Zheng Ren; instead, he fell into contemplation.

The atmosphere at the table sank, although Dean Xiao and the office director were adept at smoothing things over, they could not lift everyone out of the mood from that fifteen‑minute documentary just now.

"By the way, Xiao Zheng, where is Su Yun?" The atmosphere was a bit awkward; Director Kong, habitually trying to dispel this uncomfortable mood, asked.

"Caring for post‑operative patients in the ICU." Zheng Ren answered as a matter of course.

"Oh? The rising star of cardiothoracic surgery, and here you've become a critical care physician?" Director Kong chuckled.

"Not everything requires nursing; today a patient with uterine adenomyosis jumped from a building, and her postoperative condition is not optimistic, so her acute phase needs his expertise."

"Indeed, even the lab rats for heart transplants could be nursed into Godzilla. Xiao Zheng, your assistant is really strong." Director Kong sincerely remarked.

Zheng Ren chuckled, thinking that guy must be in the ICU right now, caring for patients while chatting and laughing with the little nurses.

Indeed, it's very good, very strong.

The phone rang, interrupting Zheng Ren's thoughts; he frowned, picked it up, and saw it was from the Emergency Department.

"Sorry." Zheng Ren apologized and answered the call.

"Mm, mm."

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

After a few brief words, Zheng Ren hung up, stood up, and said, "Emergency, there's a stab wound patient; I need to join the rescue. Sorry, leaders and directors, I'm leaving first."

Having said that, Zheng Ren exchanged a glance with Director Pan, then separately apologized to Director Kong, turned, and left.

Dean Xiao was helpless.

This meal was really suffocating.

Although I successfully eased the awkwardness, and it felt as if something had struck a well‑protected soft spot in my heart that I had long forgotten, Zheng Ren's attitude!

Truly lacking organization and discipline!

Professor Rudolf Wagner didn't hesitate, immediately stood up, and said, "Zheng, I want to go with you; I want to learn about your ideals and perseverance."

Zheng Ren had no time to chat with this foreign friend; nonsense about ideals and perseverance—being a doctor is just about curing disease and saving lives, talking so loftily is meaningless.

While hurrying toward the Emergency Department, Zheng Ren pulled out his phone and called Su Yun.

The female patient who jumped from the building is now stable; after receiving 20 units of red blood cells and already 1500 ml of plasma, the symptoms of hemorrhagic shock have been alleviated.

What remains is to prevent DIC from occurring and to address acute hypoperfusion injury. Platelets are ready to be transfused, and fibrinogen is being contacted.

Greeting Su Yun to join the rescue, Zheng Ren jogged all the way to the Emergency Resuscitation Room.

Professor Rudolf Wagner followed silently behind, looking at Zheng Ren's back with some puzzlement.

By rights, his level is already that of an expert‑professor; now he should be doing pure theoretical research, which would be a more leisurely life with higher‑level exposure.

He is still young, and his future prospects are limitless.

Yet he actually willingly stays in this seemingly ordinary small hospital, rushing about for emergency work.

Truly strange—could this be the gulf between Eastern and Western thought?

Soon, Zheng Ren arrived at the Emergency Department.

A young man lay on the emergency resuscitation stretcher, a knife still embedded in his abdomen, estimated to have penetrated 7–8 cm.

On the ECG monitor, it showed sinus tachycardia; blood pressure was still okay, 95/60 mmHg.

It didn't look like a severe trauma, so Zheng Ren wasn't that anxious.

By the stretcher stood a bunch of flashy‑looking youths, their eyes darting, occasionally whispering to each other.

Zheng Ren glanced at the system panel in the upper‑right of his view; the diagnosis given was fairly simple—aside from the stab wound, which appears useless for treatment, the patient's true diagnosis is just one thing: intestinal rupture.

It's merely an intestinal rupture; that's fine, that's fine.

Although it's fine, emergency surgery is still required.

When the intestinal tract ruptures, intestinal fluid and contents spill into the peritoneal cavity, causing secondary infection; severe cases can lead to infectious toxic shock.

Seeing that the Emergency Department nurses had finished preoperative preparations, Zheng Ren felt genuinely relieved.

"Who are the family members? They need to handle admission, pay fees, and sign forms." Zheng Ren glanced at those flash‑y youths and asked.

They lowered their heads, evaded the question, and no one gave a direct answer to Zheng Ren.

Then someone said, "I'm not a family member; I'll go call his relatives."

After saying that, he hurriedly left.

This person was like the first domino to fall; as soon as he reached the door of the Emergency Resuscitation Room, others also left one after another.

Zheng Ren had seen this situation many times; he was no longer surprised.

"Notify the Medical Department's on-duty staff to come to Jizhenbingfang to record the pre-operative briefing." Zheng Ren instructed, and he also called a doctor from the Emergency Rescue Service to help him push the patient to the Emergency Operating Room.

Professor Rudolf Wagner found it incomprehensible; just now everything, the procedures in Germany and here, were completely different.

How strange.