Chapter 334: with translation of chapter title

Irrigation, close abdomen.

Zheng Ren's technique was proficient; although each step was done meticulously, to others it looked so fast they couldn't see clearly, leaving them dazzled.

Director Sun also came along; although he already knew Zheng Ren's surgery was better than his own, today Zheng Ren seemed somewhat rushed, his hand speed at full blast, leaving Director Sun stunned.

He had long since extinguished the thought of competing with the old and young dragons of the Emergency Department; at this moment seeing Su Yun and Director Zhang performing thoracic surgery, his desire to watch the excitement grew greatly.

Zhang Linyou, Director Zhang this idiot, usually likes to put on airs, but he still doesn't realize he's facing an impregnable wall.

Although Director Sun of General Surgery Department 2 knows nothing about Su Yun's past, and doesn't know that Zheng Ren has mobilized a master-level skill book.

But all past events, like morning and evening bells, gave him some hint.

Director Sun keenly sensed that today there would definitely be a good show to watch.

"How far along?" Zheng Ren lowered his head, closing the abdomen; the Shadowless Lamp's light was somewhat dim, because one lamp had been split off to illuminate the thoracic operating field.

"We have already sutured the lung injury and bronchial artery, now exploring other areas." Su Yun said, "Boss, when you're free come take a look; I feel there may be a problem in the mediastinum."

Zheng Ren acknowledged.

The abdominal cavity was closed smoothly, the whole process took less than an hour.

"Doctor Zheng's level is really not bad." Director Xiao nodded, saying, "Director Pan, your ability to lead the team is strong."

"It's because Zheng Ren himself is highly skilled; I don't have much to teach him." Director Pan said solemnly.

At this point, the abdominal trauma has basically been dealt with, but the thoracic surgery is still ongoing; Director Pan hasn't the mood to joke.

Several stab wounds in the abdominal wall began to slowly ooze fresh blood.

Zheng Ren knew this was a manifestation of the patient's blood volume increasing due to massive transfusion and fluid infusion.

He had Yang Lei suture the skin and close several stab wounds, while Zheng Ren moved closer to Su Yun.

Zheng Ren was quite unfamiliar with thoracic surgery; only during his internship, following the Teacher onto the stage, had he pulled the retractor a few times.

Therefore, although he already had master-level thoracic surgery skill, Zheng Ren still exercised some caution.

The patient was on single-lung ventilation; the right lung tissue had collapsed like a deflated balloon.

In the right lower lobe and right middle lobe, two penetrating injury traces could be seen.

The wounds had been repaired, and the thoracic cavity had been filled with warm saline.

Chu Yanran turned off single-lung ventilation, increased pressure, letting the lung tissue expand, to check whether any area repaired poorly still leaked air.

Repairing the lung, like repairing the intestine, the technical content… is just about that.

Even without Director Zhang present, Su Yun could complete it alone; Zheng Ren had strong confidence in Su Yun on this point.

If he can't even handle this much, does he still have the face to claim to be the rising star of Di Du cardiothoracic surgery?

"Boss, how long was the assailant's knife?" Su Yun asked.

"About 30 cm." Zheng Ren recalled the bloody, sharp scene on the snow, and answered.

"There's a small chance it could injure the mediastinum." Su Yun immediately said.

"Suction Device, put on a cover." Zheng Ren reached out, and the Suction Device was slapped into his hand.

"It should be fine." Director Zhang looked at the irrigation fluid, only a few red specks, no bubbles emerging, feeling the surgery was done: "The lung rupture repair is very well done; it's time to close the chest."

"We still need to check." Su Yun examined.

"Are you doing the surgery or am I?" Director Zhang said in a low voice: "The longer the patient is under anesthesia, the lower the chance of postoperative recovery."

"After the surgery, I will go to the ICU to care for the patient." Su Yun said lightly: "Or else, Director Zhang, you come?"

Really damn frustrating.

Director Zhang's anger flared.

But… we can't really shout at Su Yun on the operating table, can we?

Whether one can win the argument is one thing; even if victorious, would one really have to go to the ICU to care for the postoperative patient?

He knew Su Yun's critical care medicine level was high, but his own might not be.

Director Zhang angrily lifted his head, looking at Director Xiao.

Director Xiao also found it strange: who gave Su Yun the confidence to contradict the senior specialist's opinion during surgery?

Generally speaking, if there's no absolute certainty, at this point one should close the chest.

"Let them try." Director Pan hammered the decision.

Director Zhang, angrily, slapped the Hemostatic Forceps onto the nearby sterile drape and turned to leave.

"You go over there." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun nodded, raised both hands to chest level, walked around the operating table, and stood where Director Zhang had just been.

"Single-lung ventilation." Zheng Ren said.

Chu Yanran immediately operated; the patient's right lung collapsed again.

They examined the pleura; after a few minutes of careful searching, they found a wound less than 1 cm on the pleura on one side of the mediastinum.

The opening is very small; it looks like just a scratch, not a big problem.

If not paying attention, one wouldn't even notice this opening.

Su Yun pondered; Zheng Ren noticed in the upper right of his visual field the System Panel's diagnosis showing a flashing red light—esophageal rupture.

It seems this knife was relatively deep, causing a penetrating lung injury, then piercing the mediastinal pleura, entering the mediastinum and scratching the esophagus.

"Let's open and see." Zheng Ren reached out, and the scalpel was slapped into his hand.

Whether it's general surgery or thoracic surgery, whenever Zheng Ren needs an instrument, Xie Yiren can accurately and gently slap it into his hand.

This,

Perhaps,

That's life, I guess.

No carousing, no decadent luxury, no sweet talk, no passionate fervor.

As soon as she reached out, she knew what she wanted.

Such a life is indeed very good.

Zheng Ren had no joy in his heart; his attention was always on the patients.

The sharp knife followed the wound at the mediastinal pleura and opened the mediastinal pleura.

Director Sun's eyes lit up; he knew the opportunity might be right here.

This young comrade Zheng Ren insisted on getting it; he dared to touch thoracic surgery, and looking at the situation, he was full of confidence.

In this world, are there really monsters?

Before, Director Sun didn't believe it; surgery is just a matter of practice. No matter how stupid you are, if you do a hundred surgeries, even the dullest person should learn.

But ever since meeting Zheng Ren, he has believed that there are indeed monsters in this world.

Having had their emergency surgeries snatched away by the General Surgery Department, whether it's General Surgery One or Two, they can't hold their heads up in the hospital.

Director Sun had been cautious all his life; earlier he had also been suppressed by Director Liu, feeling stifled but still able to bear it.

Today, it looks like it's thoracic surgery's turn.

Director Sun's mouth curved into an arc beneath his Mask; he was happy, he wanted to see how the perpetually arrogant and domineering Director Zhang would be slapped in the face.

As long as someone is with you, even the most embarrassing things seem bearable.

You see, not only am I incapable, but he is too, right? That kid is just too monstrous, not that I'm incapable.

This is Director Sun's current mindset.

He has a bewildering confidence in Zheng Ren, this confidence even surpassing Director Pan.

Perhaps this is another manifestation of Stockholm syndrome.

Director Sun's Inner Mind drama, Zheng Ren didn't know; at this moment he had already returned to the System Space, beginning intensive training in thoracic surgery.