Chapter 47: 0046 Opening the Treasure Box

246 deep venous punctures, including preparation time before and after, took 3 hours.

In the emergency rescue, all medical personnel forgot the flow of time; there was only reverence for life and an effort to hold onto it.

Everyone exerted their full effort.

Zheng Ren successfully finished the deep venous puncture on the last patient, looked up, and saw the opposite emergency bed empty, with no more poisoned patients.

Is it over? Really?

Zheng Ren felt a bit dazed.

When an operation takes a long time, it always makes people numb.

Especially Zheng Renxian, in the system operating room, he exchanged all his experience points for surgical training time, first practicing several hundred deep venous punctures. Then he also performed over two hundred puncture procedures in the emergency room; although strictly speaking a puncture procedure is not considered surgery, the sheer number made Zheng Ren suddenly feel a bit tired.

Zheng Ren turned back and asked, "Any more patients?"

"I'll ask." Xie Yiren also noticed there were no patients, went out to inquire, her steps light.

Watching Xie Yiren's retreating back, Zheng Ren then noticed her white coat seemed altered, the waist very slim, perfectly setting off her figure; with every move, it seemed as if a smooth curve swayed.

Unlike others, the white coat on them hangs loosely, unattractive.

Soon, Xie Yiren returned, mask already removed, her face flushed red, excitedly saying at the door, "Chief Zheng, there are no new patients. Director Pan said he went to the inpatient department to coordinate wards, and asked you to look after home."

"Oh." Zheng Ren replied casually.

Upon hearing it was over, weariness surged like a tide.

During the rescue, Zheng Ren was single-minded, only wanting to save one patient after another.

As for fatigue and hunger, these bodily instincts were completely masked by the excessive release of adrenaline and dopamine, so he felt nothing.

Never mind those; Zheng Ren couldn't even recall the task the system had assigned him.

He didn't even consider system tasks; facing one patient after another like an Avatar, he had no time to think about how many patients would yield how many experience points.

In his mind, there was only deep venous puncture, injecting balamidine and nitrite.

In his ears, he could only hear the piercing sound of ambulances and the desperate cries and weeping of patients' families in the hallway.

It's over, finally over.

Zheng Ren walked to the door, suddenly the world spun, his vision blurred, and he bumped headfirst into Xie Yiren's arms.

In his daze, Zheng Ren felt a soft mass.

Hmm, it's quite big.

"Ah..." Xie Yiren instinctively pushed Zheng Ren away; with a bang, his head hit the door and his body went limp, collapsing to the floor.

Xie Yiren jumped in fright, seeing Zheng Ren collapse, she was stunned and shouted, "Save him!"

This was originally the most frequently heard phrase in the emergency department, especially this afternoon.

But all the patients with nitrite poisoning in the emergency room had been rescued; who was still shouting? Could a patient's condition have suddenly worsened?

Several medical staff immediately set aside less important tasks and ran out to see what was happening.

Seeing it was Xie Yiren shouting, they paused and asked, "Little Xie, what's wrong?"

"Chief Zheng fainted!" Xie Yiren was a bit dazed, at a loss.

Was it my doing? Perhaps… but how could he fling himself into my arms… this jerk!

Won't he be hurt? What if he's knocked stupid?

Xie Yiren's mind was filled with images of a cerebral hemorrhage burr-hole drainage procedure.

Several medical staff hurriedly ran to Zheng Ren's side and helped him up.

Zheng Ren was drenched all over, and those who helped him got their hands sweaty.

"Lift him onto the bed!" a doctor said.

Zheng Ren had only fainted briefly; his mind was still half-conscious.

He sensed the change in his body, mustered all his strength, and squeezed out a sentence: "Help me sit up, don't move me. Push 20 ml of high-concentration glucose intravenously, and give me a bottle of 10% glucose."

Weakness all over, dizziness, tinnitus, profuse sweating—these are symptoms of hypoglycemia. Only then did Zheng Ren notice he seemed to have gone almost a day without eating.

His last meal was the late-night snack he shared with Xie Yiren—crayfish.

And that seemed like something from a long time ago.

Hearing Zheng Ren's own medical order, everyone also thought it was just hypoglycemia, so they stopped being anxious.

Soon, a large tube of sticky 50% glucose was pushed into Zheng Ren's vein; afterward he leaned against the wall, sitting on the floor, sipping a bottle of 10% glucose mouthful by mouthful.

Sweat dripped down his hair drop by drop; seeing this, the patients' families felt reluctant, wanting to greet him and bring some food, but seeing Zheng Ren's pale face, they dared not disturb him.

Human hearts are made of flesh; perhaps usually people online would criticize medical ethics, but now the doctors who had just been vigorous lifesavers were exhausted like dogs, and anyone looking felt reluctant.

At this moment a word appeared in their minds—"Great Doctor!"

A few minutes later, the hypoglycemia symptoms subsided, and Zheng Ren felt he had come back to life.

Although Zheng Ren had no interest in eating, he still ate on schedule; as for what to eat, it didn't matter.

Last night's appendectomy night was extremely H. After completing the transanal retrograde appendectomy today, he went home, just lay down a while, then came to the hospital for rounds.

He completely forgot about eating.

Tsk... I'll have to pay attention from now on.

Looking at the emergency department corridor filled with beds, the bluish-gray on the patients' bodies gradually fading, Zheng Ren felt joy arise, his delight boundless for a moment.

Perhaps this is the happiest moment for doctors and nurses.

Right, the system seemed to have assigned him a task. Zheng Ren vaguely recalled that the task was quite generous.

He held the glucose bottle, took a big gulp; some viscous glucose went from mouth to esophagus into the stomach, and Zheng Ren felt as if the gastric mucosa were rapidly absorbing sugar, restoring his strength.

He pretended to rest; lowering his head, his mind entered the system space.

As he lowered his head, more sweat pattered down, as if a cloud above his head were raining.

【Emergent Task: Ten Thousand Families Buddha Ends.】 The system's cold, mechanical female voice sounded the instant Zheng Ren entered the system space.

【Completed 246 deep venous punctures, with no failures. Gained 750 skill points, 3 silver treasure chests, and 75,000 experience points.】

Struck it rich!

This is Zheng Ren's first feeling.

During the rescue, there was no time to think about this. Now that the rescue is over, it's time to reap the rewards, so naturally we should be happy.

The General Surgery Department skill originally had 1,360 points. After system training in gallbladder removal surgery and deep venous puncture, plus over 200 cases of deep venous puncture, the General Surgery Department skill has risen to 1,690 points.

Deep venous puncture is just the most ordinary operation; the technical difficulty is not high, so the improvement it brings is just that.

The increase in skill points is estimated to come from training in gallbladder removal surgery.

Previously there was a 'deposit' of 180 skill points. Adding the rewards from this emergency mission, there are a full 930 skill points available to use.

Given Zheng Ren's current foundation level in other disciplines, any skill tree can be instantly raised to an advanced level.

A professional deputy chief physician is within easy reach; this feeling is really good. But as for which specialty to add it to, Zheng Ren is still preparing to wait a moment.

After all, he is a miser, splitting every penny into two halves to spend.

The emergency just now was just an accident. In life, who hasn't had a moment of impulsiveness?

These are the rewards of skill points and experience points; opposite Zheng Ren, there are three shiny silver treasure chests floating in midair.

Zheng Ren doesn't play games, so he never spends money to open treasure chests; he never expected the system grandpa to make his life complete.

Precisely because he is not an RMB player, Zheng Ren has never spent money; he basically has no concept of luck. What 'European lucky' and what 'non-chief' basically don't exist.

With a thought, all three silver treasure chests opened.

Brilliant light burst forth!