Chapter 381: 374 Living Dead, Healing White Bones

374 Living Dead, Healing White Bones

Zheng Ren switched modes especially smoothly; just a moment ago he was still arguing with the professor about a new diagnostic method.

Upon hearing that a patient's heart had stopped, he seemed to transform into an athlete, turning and running, closely following behind Su Yun.

There was no time to wait for the elevator; the two ran down the fire escape to the Emergency Department.

Just arrived at the first floor, they heard the piercing wail of the 120 ambulance approaching.

"You go to the resuscitation room, I'll bring the patient over!" Zheng Ren shouted loudly.

Su Yun didn't say a word, didn't look back, and ran straight to the resuscitation room.

The 120 ambulance arrived immediately, and the gurney was already waiting in the emergency corridor.

The patient was pushed down, Zheng Ren glanced at the system panel in the upper right of his view.

There was no red; instead it was a pallid white.

Damn!

Zheng Ren cursed in his mind, "Is this f*cking dead?"

Not even a diagnosis! The interface wasn't red or blood‑red, but a pallid white.

This was the first situation Zheng Ren had ever encountered.

At the same time, the system quest chimed "ding‑dong~" in Zheng Ren's ear.

【Emergency Quest: Living Dead, Heal White Bones.

Quest Content: Rescue the emergency patient with chest stab wound and cardiac arrest.

Quest Reward: Emergency Rescue Skill Master Level Skill Book, One Golden Treasure Chest.

Quest Time: 3 hours.】

Zheng Ren didn't examine the quest details closely, but seeing the system issue the quest steadied his mind a bit.

The patient could still be rescued; otherwise the system wouldn't have issued the quest.

Through this period of contact, Zheng Ren felt the system was still fair; so far no quest has appeared impossible to complete.

On the 120 emergency ambulance, a woman in her thirties followed along.

Her hair was disheveled, as if she'd gone mad, she ran alongside the emergency gurney, screaming heart‑wrenching cries.

Zheng Ren pulled the gurney, moving as fast as he could to the emergency resuscitation room. The woman couldn't keep up with his speed; her high heel twisted and she fell to the ground.

At that moment, no one paid her any attention.

Entering the resuscitation room, a nurse came forward with scissors and cut open the patient's outer clothing.

A small stab wound appeared before Zheng Ren.

It was located exactly on the left side of the sternum, below the left breast.

No time! The heart had already stopped for at least four minutes; the brain's ischemic time was about to reach its limit.

Little time remained for Zheng Ren!

Zheng Ren tore open a pair of sterile gloves, hastily put them on, and while probing with his fingers he bellowed, "Knife!"

Su Yun already held a blade in her hand, about to step forward; hearing Zheng Ren, she handed him the blade.

Zheng Ren's fingers probed and touched the heart.

It must be cardiac tamponade!

Taking the blade, Zheng Ren grabbed a handful of iodine, roughly rubbed it on the patient's left chest wall, and slashed downward.

"Ah!" a startled cry came from the doorway.

Zheng Ren ignored it; the blade cut extremely deep, there was no time for blunt dissection, nor to worry about a pneumothorax or such.

"Tell the operating room to prepare for surgery!" Zheng Ren shouted, opening the patient's chest cavity.

The heart was reddish, filling the chest cavity, about the size of two fists.

Zheng Ren swept the blade across, making an incision in the pericardium.

Under tremendous pressure, a stream of dark‑red fluid shot up like a fountain to the ceiling.

Blood hit the ceiling!

Not only the patient's family and the on‑looking crowd were astonished; even the doctors and nurses in the resuscitation room had never seen such a scene.

Zheng Ren tossed the blade into the tray, reached his hand into the patient's chest, and manually compressed the heart.

Having relieved the cardiac tamponade, the resistance lessened; Zheng Ren squeezed the heart twice and it began beating again.

At the same time, Su Yun had already intubated the patient and was squeezing the bag to assist breathing.

"Operating room!" Zheng Ren yelled, one hand still inside the patient's chest, afraid to pull it out.

Su Yun immediately pushed the gurney, signaled someone to steer ahead, and ran straight for the elevator.

"Wah~" As the gurney just left the resuscitation room doors, the woman in her thirties clung to it and began to wail.

Heart‑rending, like a cuckoo crying blood, her grief was boundless.

Zheng Ren felt no sympathy; the woman clung to the gurney, he was already in a hurry, dragging a person—how could he still run at speed?

Know that the patient's chest is now open, yet it's in an open‑pneumothorax state!

This condition cannot be maintained for long.

"Let go!" Zheng Ren shouted.

The woman's world seemed to have collapsed with the man's death; she heard nothing, felt no one's presence, only instinctively wanting to stay as close as possible to her beloved, even if watching him die.

"Damn!" Zheng Ren's anger flared up.

Really no time for explanations; he kicked the woman away and commanded the gurney to sprint off.

The surrounding onlookers stared dumbfounded, wondering if this counted as assaulting the patient's family—where else could you find such an awesome doctor?

Other medical staff were also dumbfounded; the patient had been sent to the operating room, and they had nothing left to do.

A few nurses came up, checked the woman's condition, and helped Zheng Ren tidy up the mess. Just now, Chief Zheng, full of imposing presence, really looked handsome.

The stretcher was pushed into the Operating Room; Chu Yanran immediately intubated the patient with a double-lumen tube, Zheng Ren had placed a central venous line before changing clothes. At this moment, Su Yun had already changed into an Isolation Gown and began scrubbing.

The team inside the Operating Room was like a precise machine, starting to run at high speed. Efficiency was extremely high; when Zheng Ren had changed into an Isolation Gown at the fastest speed and arrived at the Operating Room, Su Yun had already simply laid out the sheet and begun Shou Bing.

This kind of 120 Emergency does not have such strict sterile requirements. If infection occurred, it would have already happened during open-heart massage under direct vision.

What we need to fight for now is time.

What Zheng Ren lacks most is also time.

Time!

Time!

Time!

The retractor pried open the ribs; the patient's heart was beating strongly, as if it had been suffocated during cardiac tamponade only now bursting forth with vitality.

The double-lumen tube was inserted, the ventilator started working, and under Chu Yanran's manipulation one lung collapsed.

This time we saw more clearly: there was a 1 cm wound on the anterior left wall of the heart, bright blood oozing out steadily.

This small wound wouldn't kill someone for a while; Zheng Ren finally could take a breath.

As he reached out, the Hemostatic Forceps slapped into his hand.

Zheng Ren probed the wound with the Hemostatic Forceps; it was about 2 cm deep.

"Can we just suture it directly?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Sure." Su Yun's Sterile Cap was already soaked with sweat; presumably his black hair on his forehead had gone limp and stuck to his brow. "It's fine, there's nothing here—just suture it up."

Zheng Ren is not familiar with cardiac anatomy, but Su Yun is.

Anyone capable of performing a heart transplant, if they can't even handle this, what's the point of doing a heart transplant made of yarn?

"Then suture it." Zheng Ren rarely didn't reach out; Su Yun paused, then reached out, saying: "Small needle, fine thread."

Before his words fell, the needle holder slapped into his hand.

Small needle, fine thread, long needle holder.

Su Yun had never received such treatment before, even when he was in Di Du previously.

Sigh, Zheng Ren really has good fortune; if the surgery were done like this, how comfortable it would be.

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This Shou Bing was a rescue I performed in 03; the patient lived and became a buddy. Uh, I kicked his sister-in-law in the leg—she herself doesn't even remember.

The events are completely true. The blood, definitely sprayed upward like a shower, covered the whole body.