Chapter 3140: 2936 Let's Prepare to Open the Chest (Alliance Leader Unfixed 45 Extra Update 2)

Zheng Ren looked at the patient while taking the "knife" handed over by the officer.

Upon feeling it was wrong, Zheng Ren turned back and saw that what the officer handed over was actually a fruit knife, the blade dull…… Zheng Ren felt that even if Lao Fan held this knife, he absolutely couldn't cut only the skin without damaging anything else.

As for himself, it was truly hard to cut the skin. Especially since the patient's subcutaneous emphysema was in the neck, a slip could "tear" the major blood vessel—that would be disastrous.

Even if he were a robber, he's now a patient. The key is that this robber is adorably clueless, making it impossible to feel hatred.

It's the first time I've seen someone rob with head down, charging straight into the police station in under five seconds—truly bizarre.

Su Yun glanced at the knife and also knew it couldn't be used. Seeing the patient's neck skin still swelling, he could faintly hear a tiny crackling sound—the noise of air from the ruptured trachea entering the subcutaneous tissue; touching it felt like squeezing a snowball, medically termed "snowball palpation".

The situation was urgent, but Zheng Ren and Su Yun weren't especially rushed, after all they could hear the 120 emergency service getting closer.

Having a vehicle meant there were cutting tools available; the patient's condition wasn't too complex—if sterile equipment was on hand, the problem could be solved quickly, holding out until the hospital, until the operating table.

"I……ho……"

The man's lips were already bluish-purple, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth; after uttering just an "I", all that remained was the sound of bronchial spasms like a bellows.

As hypoxia set in, the man grew agitated; with agitation, his breathing rate rose, the neck skin swelling rapidly like an inflating balloon, leaving the nearby officer dumbfounded.

After 12 seconds, the man struggled a few times then fainted.

Zheng Ren hesitated a moment, really wanting to exchange a set of equipment from the System Mall—hell, even just a blade would do. He immediately entered the System Space and exchanged only a sterile blade.

When the blade appeared in his palm, Zheng Ren's mind finally settled.

Regardless of whether Su Yun would suspect anything, he had to act fast. He felt around his clothing pocket, pretended to do something, and then the sterile blade with its packaging appeared in his palm.

With slight pressure, the blade tip pierced the sterile vacuum pack and protruded.

One hand pressed the patient, the other operated single‑handed like a magic trick, the blade held in his palm; Zheng Ren said in a low voice, "On the sternum."

This was to tell Su Yun the spot; Su Yun wasn't surprised, he immediately got into position, and as a cold flash passed, his hands rolled the skin on the neck that had been "blown" up.

As he pressed the skin, force acted on the subcutaneous gas; once an outlet formed, the gas escaped. A hissing sound came out, accompanied by fresh blood from ruptured subcutaneous capillaries.

Zheng Ren stepped back from the head, yet he too was sprayed with blood.

A shrill scream; the woman whose phone had been snatched turned deathly pale, covering her mouth. Having lived this long, she'd never witnessed such a gruesome, violent emergency rescue up close.

Once an air outlet appeared, the man's compressed airway eased, and he finally resumed breathing.

Watching the rise and fall of his chest, Zheng Ren exhaled. He had originally considered making additional incisions on the sides of the neck to release air, but the current situation seemed to make that unnecessary.

At the very least he could hold on until the 120 emergency rescue vehicle arrived.

If sterile procedure were possible, nobody would want to cut directly; all violent incisions are a last resort.

At that moment the 120 vehicle came wailing its siren, charging into the branch bureau compound.

The arriving doctor's face was mosaicked lightly; he must have been seen in the emergency department before.

"Boss Zheng?" the doctor said, seeing Zheng Ren covered in blood, also startled, and immediately asked.

"Sterile incision pack!" Zheng Ren said quickly and solemnly, "Gauze pack!"

The doctor stared for a moment, but under the authority of a senior physician he had no time to question; he sprinted over, opened his first‑aid kit, handed Zheng Ren the emergency department incision pack, and also took a pack of sterile gauze.

Zheng Ren put the blade back into its sterile packaging and casually slipped it into his outer pocket.

Normally sharp instruments are collected and uniformly destroyed, but Zheng Ren couldn't be sure the system's gear wouldn't have issues, so he quietly kept it, planning to dispose of it himself later.

Su Yun donned sterile gloves and began disinfecting the patient.

"Boss, we still need to cut both sides of the neck."

"Cut!" Zheng Ren said without hesitation.

The two swapped roles as operator and assistant without a hint of hesitation. Su Yun simply disinfected, gave no anesthetic, and directly cut the skin on the outer edge of the patient's right neck, avoiding major vessels, leaving another "outlet".

Zheng Ren began "rolling the skin", pushing out the subcutaneous gas.

A crackling "snowball" sensation came through his hand, and the incision subsequently sputtered gas and blood.

Two incisions had been made; for balance it was best to add a third. Though it should be enough already, the gas on the left neck still had to exit via the sternal incision, so pressure remained slightly higher.

Zheng Ren took the blade and swapped roles again.

With three incisions, continuously pressing out the air, the man's neck subcutaneous emphysema gradually subsided.

Pressure dropped, allowing free breathing; the emergency rescue came to an end.

Zheng Ren glanced over, then apologetically told Lin Ge, "Director Lin, I'll go back and have a look."

Lin Ge was also helpless; today's incident really couldn't be blamed on Boss Zheng. A petty thief so innocuous one couldn't be angry at him had, by sheer bad luck, nearly died. After Boss Zheng's emergency rescue and sending him back, he'd certainly have to go under the knife.

This side could only be cleaned up by oneself.

The officer gave a brief report, then accompanied them onto the rescue vehicle.

"Boss Zheng, my surname is Hao; you can call me Officer Hao or just Old Hao." the officer greeted familiarly after getting in the vehicle.

"Officer Hao, are you here to cuff him?" Zheng Ren, having seen criminals come for treatment, knew the basic procedure. But this person… really couldn't be linked to the word "criminal". He was foolish… even somewhat endearing.

"While you were rescuing just now I asked a few witnesses; he definitely robbed. As for security around here, it's generally fine—after all we're at the bureau gate, and who still steals stuff these days, worth only a few bucks." Officer Hao said, "Hey Doctor Zheng, he won't die, will he?"

"Looks like we'll need to go on table, open the chest and suture the trachea." Zheng Ren sighed.

Zheng Ren estimated that thoracoscopic odds were low—not due to technical limits, but because of other factors.

Still, opening the chest is more reliable, costs less, and is a viable plan.