Chapter 329: with translation of chapter title

"Zheng…… Lao Ban, let me do the compression." Professor Rudolf Wagner, like a child who made a mistake, said softly.

Zheng Ren didn't mind who did the compression; he was about to refuse, but immediately remembered there was still an emergency.

"Then you do it." Zheng Ren said.

The professor then relaxed and willingly went to compress to stop the bleeding. This time, he didn't dare to complain about what supplies in Heidelberg could minimize the time needed for compression hemostasis.

Leaving the operating table, Zheng Ren went to Gengyishi, put away the lead clothing, then returned to the operating area.

"What patient is Su Yun dealing with?"

"Huh? You're done?" Zheng Ren's words had just left his mouth when Su Yun happened to walk in from outside.

"What patient?"

"Acute appendicitis, laparoscopic resection; I performed the Shou Bing with Yang Lei." Su Yun said while walking to the operating table, then began to pull up the Shou Bing images.

"Zheng Lao Ban, if I may say, your temple is small but your Bodhisattva is great." Su Yun joked: "I estimate Professor Rudolf hasn't done this kind of rough work for decades."

Zheng Ren glanced through the lead glass at the professor diligently applying compression hemostasis in the Shujian, feeling nothing special.

Isn't it all work that needs people to do it?

The professor doesn't have two heads, so what's special about him?

Most importantly, the professor's level is just so-so; there's no need to look at him differently.

Fifteen minutes later, compression hemostasis was finished; several people carefully lifted the patient onto a stretcher, while arranging for the patient's family to call the elevator, and meanwhile Chu Yanran sat on the stretcher, squeezing the air bag to assist breathing, sending the patient all the way back to the ICU.

Presumably after surviving the acute phase of ischemic necrosis post-op, it shouldn't hurt that much, right?

Even the pain of ischemic necrosis cannot be compared to the fourth-degree pain of adenomyosis.

After doing all this, Zheng Ren finally relaxed.

From the ICU I went to Xiao Hua Nei Ke for a look; the post-TIPS Surgery patient was recovering well, vomiting blood had temporarily stopped from last night to now, the patient only had a slight increase in blood ammonia, with no signs of hepatic encephalopathy.

Looks good; Zheng Ren decided that before the next TIPS Surgery, he must go to the System Operating Room to practice thoroughly.

Although training isn't blessed with a lucky halo, these are the basics. As long as one can complete the surgery smoothly in the operating room, in reality one will only do better.

Returning to Jizhenbingfang, it seemed as if the whole world had quieted down.

Zheng Ren sat in the chair, recalling the events of these days, and didn't feel at all that being off duty would be leisurely.

I estimate from now on, every day I'll be constantly summoned from "home" to do surgery.

This is life, isn't it?

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The ward patients were very stable; Zheng Ren ate lunch, slept for half an hour, then got up to read.

It wasn't until half past three in the afternoon that he took Su Yun to the Emergency Department to check the observation room's condition.

If he weren't very busy and there were no misdiagnosed patients, Zheng Ren decided he would leave work on time; as for after work, whether to treat Xie Yiren to a meal or watch a movie…

Just mentioning watching a movie, the joke Su Yun said keeps looping in my mind, impossible to dispel.

As New Year's approached, a wave of flu broke out these days, and the emergency ward was filled with patients.

Zheng Ren heard the doctors in the Emergency Department complain that Tamiflu had run out again.

These things Zheng Ren, as a lowly Inpatient Chief, couldn't resolve; he prepared to report the matter to Director Pan.

The Emergency Rescue Service call rang with a high-decibel sound, but Zheng Ren paid no attention.

There is a dedicated Emergency Rescue Service team; they are the personnel specially assigned to the Emergency Rescue Service vehicle.

The piercing sound had just sounded when a nurse hurriedly picked up the phone.

A few seconds later, a doctor and a nurse grabbed the first-aid kit, ran out of the office straight to the side door. At the side door, an Emergency Rescue Service vehicle was always parked, like soldiers ready to charge, standing ready.

Not knowing what kind of patient it was, Zheng Ren guessed as he approached the director's office door.

Just as he raised his hand to knock, the office door suddenly opened; Director Pan, face stern, stepped forward and shouted at the end of the hallway: "Emergency Rescue Service, wait a moment!"

Zheng Ren froze.

The departure time of the Emergency Rescue Service vehicle is strictly limited; it must set out within three minutes of receiving the call.

What's up with Director Pan?

"Something happened at Jiu Xiao; they said someone was seriously injured, just received a call from the city, requesting capable personnel for emergency rescue." Director Pan said solemnly: "I was about to go myself, but you happen to be here."

Zheng Ren quickly said, "Okay!"

Having said that, he turned and ran toward the side door.

Jiu Xiao is the Ninth Primary School of Hai Cheng. At the same time the call came from the Emergency Rescue Service command center, Director Pan also received a telephone instruction from the city.

Bypassing the hospital's first-level leadership to save time, Zheng Ren sensed a tense atmosphere.

Whatever happened, Zheng Ren dared not guess, nor did he want to.

A few years ago, several vicious attacks on kindergartens and primary schools occurred in other cities. Zheng Ren looked down on these people who took revenge on society; he also thought they shouldn't go to such places.

Such people are pure LOW scum; they don't dare to bully ordinary people who are defenseless, only daring to bully those children!

Zheng Ren quickly arrived at the 120 ambulance, jumped aboard, pulled the door shut, and said in a low voice: "Drive, pull the alarm, the faster the better!"

"All right!" the driver responded, and the ambulance's alarm blared loudly.

"Is the ventilator working properly?" Zheng Ren began checking the equipment on the ambulance.

"Normal, we test it every day." The nurse quickly replied.

The ambulance now is a Mercedes-Benz emergency vehicle uniformly allocated by the city a year ago, equipped with a simple ventilator and oxygen system.

"What about the other equipment?"

"Endotracheal intubation kit, incision kit, deep venous puncture kit, saline, emergency medications; each time a dedicated person checks them." The nurse answered immediately.

Usually, before receiving a patient, medical staff might joke around.

But this time, the nurse clearly sensed that the atmosphere was off.

From Director Pan's strange order to Zheng Ren jumping onto the vehicle, all of this indicated an urgent situation.

Zheng Ren did not Relaxation vigilance, began to check each item one by one.

Indeed, as the nurse said, whether it was equipment or ventilator, monitor, or rescue medicines, everything was complete.

With the ambulance alarm as background, Zheng Ren's heart rate unknowingly rose to over 100 per Minute.

After using several Minute to finish the check, Zheng Ren finally relaxed a little, sat down, closed his eyes to rest.

He was like a soldier during a lull in war, carefully waiting, waiting for the moment to charge.

Suddenly, the ambulance made a sudden turn, and Zheng Ren staggered a bit.

Zheng Ren frowned, wondering if there was a traffic jam due to an accident ahead? This was a critical moment; if he encountered such a thing, it would be terrible.

He stood up, just about to look ahead through the small window, when the ambulance suddenly made another urgent Transformation turn, and Zheng Ren almost fell.

What's going on?

After two turns, the ambulance's speed slowed down.

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(This matter is a synthesis of the two recent news stories.)