Chapter 2966: with translation of chapter title

SpO2 continuously maintained at 90%～98%, end-tidal CO2 partial pressure fluctuation at 38～48 mmHg.

Zheng Renyi, at the slightest movement, quietly observed the situation before him, every detail fully in view.

After a full 40 Minute, the patient's airway pressure gradually decrease to around 20 mmHg, circulation condition stability.

「Check blood sugar. 」

The patient's vital signs were stable, Zheng Ren's voice wasn't so urgent, and everyone's mood had attained much Stability.

Lao He First Time brought the fingertip blood glucose measuring device, and gave the patient an emergency fingertip blood glucose test.

「Fingertip blood glucose 21.4 mmol/L. 」 Lao He reported.

「Insulin 4U subcutaneous injection. 」

Zheng Ren afterwards did a neurological examination, saying, 「Furosemide 10mg, naloxone 0.4mg and Vein drip of 20% mannitol 125mL. 」

After the medications were administered, Zheng Ren again turned his gaze to the patient's urine bag.

He squatted beside the urine bag, first emptied the urine in the tubing, then bent out a curve, carefully observing the accumulation of urine.

Estimating the time and looking at the small amount of urine in the tubing, Zheng Ren had a clear idea.

「Zheng Lao Ban. 」 Director Xu didn't ask a question; everything was understood without words.

「Shou Bing pause. 」 Zheng Ren said, 「Close observation of the condition, symptomatic supportive treatment. Estimated to wake in 2-3 hours. 」

「……Zheng Lao Ban, will the patient have sequelae? 」

「No. 」

「Huu……」 Director Xu let out a breath.

Being able to live is the most basic requirement. No sequelae is secondary. As for the next Shou Bing, repeated pre‑Shou Bing Discussion is needed to decide.

「Then I'll go do the Shou Bing. 」 Zheng Ren's eyes narrowed; Director Xu knew he should be smiling at himself to express goodwill.

「Trouble. 」 At this moment Director Xu came to, only then noticing that Zheng Lao Ban was still wearing the Surgery live broadcast equipment.

「Holy crap! 」 Director Xu immediately dodged, almost covering his face and fleeing.

MB's situation just now was urgent, how could we forget that Zheng Lao Ban was doing a Surgery live broadcast! Now it's fine, the Surgery live broadcast of bile duct cancer turned into a live broadcast of difficult endotracheal intubation in the 120 Emergency.

Having devised a live‑broadcast procedure, he himself actually appeared in the broadcast, Director Xu felt somewhat at a loss.

「Go take a look, the Shou Bing is done. 」 Su Yun, wearing an Isolation Gown, said slowly at the door.

「Oh, you did it? 」 Zheng Ren showed no surprise.

「Mm, I did it with Elder Yang. 」 Su Yun said, 「Little Feng is not bad; you've trained your little assistant well, right? 」

Feng Xu Hui was stunned for a moment; how did this turn into talk of training?

「Go take a look, it's a proper start‑to‑finish, Xinglin Yuan needs it. 」 Su Yun said, 「We need to open the mic and say a few words about the Shou Bing process. 」

「Okay. 」 Zheng Ren nodded.

「Director Xu, we're heading back. 」 Su Yun said with a smile, her voice muffled by three layers of mask yet still handsome.

Director Xu spread his hands; this matter caused a stir. Although there were some dissatisfaction and regret, Zheng Lao Ban helped solve a big problem, leaving himself nothing to criticize.

Watching Zheng Lao Ban walk away, Director Xu glanced at the patient again. Chest rise and fall normal, vital signs normal, urine output normal, everything normal!

Got through a critical point.

In an instant, Director Xu felt some Fatigue.

The professor of the glandular department sighed, 「I'll go explain things to the patient's family. 」

「Let's go together. 」 Director Xu said.

After the two left, the atmosphere in the Operating Room became completely relaxed.

「Who is that beside Zheng Lao Ban? 」

「Xiao Feng, the supplies vendor from Changfeng. 」

「Don't spout nonsense, I know Xiao Feng. Why is he preparing 120 Emergency equipment for no reason? 」 The anesthesiologist asking the question held sterile packaging, looked at the label: 「Langli third‑generation Explorer laryngeal mask, he isn't from Changfeng, is he? 」

「Who knows. 」

At this moment Lao He had already gone back; no one could answer this question. A Changfeng sales manager actually had on hand a Langli third‑generation Explorer laryngeal mask!

The key is the speed at which it was brought in; if unaware, one would surely think this was a drill, everything arranged.

「Looks like the falling out at Di Du Tumor Forest earlier is true. 」 Someone started gossiping.

Some knew this matter, some didn't; after the gossip spread, the Operating Room was filled with surprised sounds.

Because that limping little supplies vendor had a falling out with the Di Du Tumor Forest side, it's awesome. Even those who know what happened at the Di Du Tumor Forest, when they compare it to what's unfolding before their eyes, also feel a sense of unreality.

The 912 Anesthesiology Department only has second‑generation laryngeal masks; the key is this thing…… not often used in daily practice, for 120 Emergency it only comes in handy when special circumstances arise.

Look at others, the supplies vendors they carry around are different; many anesthesiologists feel moved.

The supplies vendor looks after the surgeon like a nanny, ordering meals, running errands before and after; this has long been commonplace, no one finds it surprising.

The more attentive the care, the higher the surgeon's level. Because a higher level means more Shou Bing, more Shou Bing means more supplies used. The more supplies used, the higher the sales naturally; it's countless links in a chain.

This is all within the realm of logic that can be considered.

But Zheng Lao Ban's supplies vendor is different; he's like Doraemon, with one or several trolley suitcases, and whatever you want, just say it and it's there.

Damn, when have you ever seen a professor like this!

Carrying a Doraemon around?!

「By the way, the third‑generation Explorer laryngeal mask isn't cheap. 」 an anesthesiologist said, 「Is this thing used in clinical trials? Xiao Feng doesn't seem to be from Langli, so isn't this just giving Langli a bargain? 」

「I asked Lao He, and it seems there's no charge. 」 someone said, 「Feng Xu Hui Manager doesn't care about this bit of money; as long as Zheng Lao Ban gets the best stuff, that's fine. 」

「How could that be, he's not a supplies vendor for money? 」 the circulating nurse, exhausted and panting, sat on the floor with her back against the Operating Room wall, still not forgetting to gossip.

Without this gossip right now, that kind of tense spirit probably couldn't relax all night.

「They make money differently. Zheng Lao Ban has opened up overseas markets; Feng Xu Hui Manager just needs to keep Zheng Lao Ban happy, and the money will come back no matter how much. 」 another anesthesiologist said, 「A laryngeal mask costs only a few bucks; I once followed a radiofrequency ablation Shou Bing and saw his trolley suitcase holding 18 models of radiofrequency ablation needles from four manufacturers. One needle costs tens of thousands, and he just leaves them there. 」

「Tsk tsk. 」

Everyone sighed, Zheng Lao Ban's uniqueness was truly all‑around. The dedicated instrument nurse was already familiar to everyone, and the steam‑punk surgical box had been seen before. Now it had evolved to carrying a Doraemon…

Just as they were chatting, Director Xu walked in with a grim face and said, "Anesthesiologists, prepare for a full staff meeting."

……

The anesthetists and nurses in the Operating Room froze, a meeting? Now?

"As soon as the patient wakes up, send them down and we'll start the meeting right away. Notify the doctors at home to come over quickly." Director Xu said in a low voice.