Chapter 382: with translation of chapter title

375 Everyone, just shut the fuck up!

But we need to keep punctuation. Chinese line ends with an exclamation. We'll keep exclamation.

The tear on the heart had three sutures, very neat, the knots tied neither too loose nor too tight, with just the right force.

As the heart beat strongly, the damaged area no longer oozed fresh blood.

Without the pressure of cardiac tamponade, the heartbeat was fine.

Zheng Renhe and Su Yun then began examining the lungs, looking for any undiscovered wounds.

The stab wound caused cardiac tamponade—truly an urgent situation.

Heart bleeding, because the pericardium protects the outer myocardium, most of the blood accumulates in the pericardium.

If the bleeding is rapid, blood in the pericardial cavity increases, output less than inflow, causing pressure to rise.

As pressure rises, the heartbeat is restricted; the worst case is when pressure exceeds myocardial contractile force, causing cardiac arrest.

The solution is simple: perform a pericardiotomy, release the blood, relieve pressure, and the heart will beat again.

The hardest part of the problem is time,

Only time!

If we followed the usual procedure—going to the operating room, disinfecting, anaesthetizing, completing all preoperative preparations, then performing a decompressive incision—the patient would surely be dead already.

The best treatment is to immediately open the pericardium for decompression after cardiac arrest.

Sterile procedure, rescue protocol—none of it matters.

Even if opening the chest causes an open pneumothorax, it doesn't matter.

If the heart has stopped beating, does it matter whether there's a pneumothorax? A corpse won't develop a pneumothorax.

And the surgery is also simple—just suture the heart.

This is the most urgent, and also relatively simple to handle, an emergency case.

"……" => "……" (ellipsis). We'll keep as is.

Outside the operating room, the crowd was furious.

The patient's family and friends arrived one after another; seeing the big footprints on the patient's lover and her dazed appearance, they all erupted in uncontrollable anger.

When they heard the patient had already been declared dead in the ambulance, and that the doctors in the Emergency Resuscitation Room of City First Hospital had opened the chest, their anger became impossible to contain.

Especially the floor and ceiling of the Emergency Resuscitation Room were splattered with blood, a shocking sight that added fuel to the crowd's fury.

"People are dead, yet you still do this harm!"

"Which doctor did this? Kill him!"

"Yeah, where's the doctor? Where's the doctor?"

The family members were few, because not much time had passed and only those who got the news could rush over in time.

But their anger grew ever more intense.

When a person dies, someone must be held responsible.

But when someone is sent to the hospital, shouldn't we be doing external cardiac compressions and artificial respiration to resuscitate?

On TV, that's how it's portrayed, and even little bits of common knowledge say the same.

According to the doctor on the 120 emergency ambulance, the person had been dead for a while. Yet they still wanted to cut open the chest and abdomen, not even leaving a whole corpse...

What kind of reasoning is this?!

Is there still the law?!

Is there still morality?!

And the family's anger, fueled by the gossip of the onlookers, only intensified.

"Yeah, I just saw the person come in already dead. The doctor cut them open, and the blood shot up to the ceiling like a rain of blood."

"It's really scary; I think I'll have nightmares when I get home."

"The doctor is dragging the corpse away—where to? Not going to steal organs..." The speaker was then silenced by someone nearby.

Such things can't be said casually!

They don't care about their lives!

The patient's lover sat on the ground, so weak they could hardly lean against the wall, as if their bones had been pulled out. They wept silently, without tears or sound.

The tears they should have shed had long since dried up.

Silent, tearless, yet that feeling of grief and sorrow was palpable to everyone.

She didn't say what happened then; she herself wasn't even sure what had occurred.

All of this only made the patient's relatives and friends grow angrier, unable to control themselves.

"Where's that doctor? Where's my brother? Alive you see the body, dead you see the corpse—now that he's dead, where is he dragging the corpse to?"

"City First Hospital, are you up to some shady dealings? Return the corpse!"

"Damn it, smash your hospital!"

The family surrounded a nearby nurse, shouting noisily.

The angrier they got, one person started kicking the hard plastic red bench, wanting to pick it up and smash everything they could see, venting their inner fury.

"Everyone, just shut the fuck up!" Fan Tian Shui had been observing; he remained calm, the sight of blood spraying onto the ceiling held no shock for him—his former squad's field medic had performed similar rescues, literally bringing a dead comrade back to life.

Fan Tian Shui parted the crowd; to him, ordinary people were merely civilians, utterly incapable of fighting back.

He stood in front of the little nurse, exuding authority without anger.

Scanning the surroundings, like a tiger descending the mountain, an awe-inspiring aura awed the entire scene.

"Where's my brother's corpse?" a young man asked softly, his voice much lower than before.

If it weren't for saving face, fearing he couldn't back down, he wouldn't have spoken.

The aura emanating from Fan Tian Shui was downright terrifying; no ordinary civilian would dare provoke him.

Corpse? Fan Tian Shui said coldly: "You're just hoping your brother dies like that?"

"How dare you talk like that!" Another person, hearing Fan Tian Shu's hard-headed words, immediately flew into a rage.

Fan Tian Shu gave a sideways glance, his eyes like a blade, and that person immediately wilted.

"Chief Zheng is rescuing, the person still has a chance to live—just scatter, damn it!" Fan Tian Shu waved his hand; the muscles on his palm were tough and strong, looking intimidating.

Since working as a security guard at City First Hospital, Fan Tian Shu still hasn't saved much, but his nutrition has kept up and his body has gradually recovered. Although he hasn't reached peak condition, protecting the Emergency Department of City First Hospital is more than enough.

"Big brother, where is the Operating Room?" The patient's cousin, bursting with anger and having nowhere to vent, and not daring to provoke Fan Tian Shu, choked back tears and cried out.

"No trouble allowed here, otherwise I'll send you to the Public Security Bureau." Fan Tian Shu instructed.

His physique was just like that of old bandits and bearded men; the three words "Public Security Bureau" coming from his mouth made him seem especially theatrical.

"Family members, immediate family, follow me." Fan Tian Shu, empty-handed and with an indifferent expression, led the family members in a mighty throng to the entrance of the Emergency Department Operating Room.

Some family members of patients with mild conditions, and even some patients themselves out of curiosity, followed behind to see what was going on.

The tendency to gawk at spectacles has remained unchanged over countless years.

"Be quiet, inside is the Operating Room, Chief Zheng is performing Shou Bing." Fan Tian Shu stood like a door god at the entrance of the Operating Room, cold and grim, making people feel intimidated.