Chapter 549

"……" Those people were stunned instantly.

Zheng Ren felt the skin temperature under the patient's torn clothes; it was still warm.

Multiple fractures of the sternum and ribs; when Zheng Ren's hand touched, it sank slightly.

This was caused by a heavy object, not a stab wound.

Realizing this, and recalling how different the presentation was from previous stab wound victims to the heart, Zheng Ren felt a sudden urge to try it no matter what.

At this moment, all diagnoses vanished, and the system panel appeared in a pallid death color.

"Open the pack! You, take off your clothes!" Zheng Ren shouted, then ran to the dressing cart, grabbed a container of povidone-iodine cotton balls, and ran back.

Wearing sterile gloves, he grabbed a handful of povidone-iodine cotton balls to disinfect the patient's left chest wall.

But when Zheng Ren looked back, the two workers who had brought the patient, wearing work clothes, were taking off their clothes… they were taking off their own clothes.

The more chaotic, the more things there are!

Meanwhile, two young nurses brought the opening pack; one prepared it for Zheng Ren, opening the sterile pack, while the other struggled to remove the patient's upper clothing.

"Take off the patient's clothes!" Zheng Ren shouted, and without waiting for them, he smeared a handful of povidone-iodine cotton balls haphazardly onto the patient's left chest wall.

At the same time, several people over there fumbled to forcibly remove the patient's clothing.

Zheng Ren picked up a blade, opened the patient's chest cavity between the 6th and 7th ribs, making a 20 cm incision.

Fresh blood surged out.

Zheng Ren felt somewhat relieved.

The fact that it was still bleeding suggested his guess might be correct.

The patient's ribs were broken in a messy way, obstructing Zheng Ren's view.

However, it was fine; after opening the chest cavity, Zheng Ren felt the heart, swollen and resistant, and the blade in his hand naturally made a 3 cm opening.

As the incision lengthened, Zheng Ren could feel a jet of fluid spraying onto his arm like a fountain.

He took out the blade and threw it into the opening pack.

"Push the bed to the operating room!" Zheng Ren shouted: "Call Su Yun, prepare for surgery!"

Director Kong followed into the emergency room, found a spot out of the way, and watched secretly.

Based on years of rich clinical experience, the judgment was that the patient was dead. Performing external cardiac compression now would have little chance of success; it was just for show to the family.

A few more minutes of chest compression would give the family a few more minutes to accept this fact.

This was the same whether in Hai Cheng or Di Du.

But he did not see Zheng Ren performing perfunctory external cardiac compression; instead, he adopted the most extreme method—opening the chest wall in the emergency room and directly compressing the heart.

The blood did not spurt out because the surgical field was poor, the rib fractures were severe, and Zheng Ren's arm had been inserted into it.

All the fresh blood and pericardial fluid sprayed onto Zheng Ren's arm.

When his hand was withdrawn, his forearm was bloody and gruesome to look at.

Not only the patient's family, but Director Kong was also startled.

This is too impulsive…… Director Kong wanted to help, but he was a bit older, had also drunk a little, his reaction was a few seconds slower, the trained nurses and doctors of Haicheng Shi Yiyuan had already pushed the gurney, sprinting all the way toward the Elevator.

In the corridor, Zheng Ren's roar still echoed——Find Director Pan, leave a family member who can sign!

Less than one minute, only a mess and emptiness remained in the Emergency Resuscitation Room.

Director Kong and several patient family members who hadn't reacted yet stared at each other, as if in a dream, not knowing what had happened.

Just now they were saying Zheng Lao Ban's skills were wasted in Haicheng, but what lay before them was Zheng Ren's clean and efficient rescue. Although Director Kong had some reservations, considering the risk too high, he could not fault Zheng Ren academically.

Still, let's go take a look at the Operating Room, Director Kong thought.

Stepping out of the Resuscitation Room, a tall figure suddenly appeared before them, and they almost collided.

Director Pan sank his face, shouting into the room: 'Who among the family members is here! Someone who can sign and pay!'

Several people who looked like workers stared at each other, one stepped forward and whispered: 'Doctor, we are workers, not family members……'

Immediately, he felt Director Pan's piercing gaze scrutinizing him, feeling especially pressured, even more frightened than when he had just seen someone being cut open alive.

His mouth was dry, but he still subconsciously made a swallowing motion and whispered: 'I have already notified his family.'

Director Pan didn't have time to greet Director Kong, waved, had the workers follow him, then stood in the Emergency Department lobby, took out his phone and called the Medical Department.

'Medical Department, this is Director Pan of the Emergency Department.'

'Unnamed individual, cardiac arrest, already on the table. Hurry up and send someone over, quick!'

After hanging up, Director Pan grabbed a nurse preparing to tidy the Resuscitation Room and loudly said: 'Go wait at the Operating Room doorway for the blood sample; if the Blood Bank/Department doesn't have enough blood, notify me immediately.'

The nurse darted off.

Director Pan thought again and told the workers: 'Send one person to find the patient's family's phone number, have them come to the Emergency Department Director's office to find me, quickly!'

His words were firm and powerful, quick yet unflustered, and with Director Pan's full head of white hair, he naturally exuded a trustworthy quality.

One worker hurriedly looked for the foreman, as only the foreman had each person's family contact numbers.

Director Pan then asked: 'Who is at the scene, tell me how the patient was injured.'

One person stepped forward, his face still smeared with grease, underneath which was utter panic.

He calmed down for a few seconds before saying: 'We are auto repair workers; Xiao Liangzi had just been fixing under the car when the jack failed, the whole vehicle came down and landed on him.'

Director Pan nodded calmly.

The account of the injury was simple; just that one sentence left the workers unsure what to say.

'Was he brought by 120?' Director Pan asked.

'At the time we saw blood in his mouth and nose, he was exhaling more than inhaling. We panicked and just drove him over.' The worker said.

Director Pan nodded, pointing at the director's office and said: 'I'll wait here for the patient's family; when they arrive, have them come find me first.'

The worker glanced and saw a plaque on the right side of the door bearing the words 'Emergency Department Director's Office'.

It was the director; they nodded.

Director Pan and Director Kong walked into the director's office. Director Kong felt his mouth dry, so he picked up a paper cup, poured some water to moisten his throat, and was about to talk with Director Pan.

Before he could speak, hurried footsteps sounded in the hallway.

"Director!"

"Office!"

Both of them shouted.

This young man was a 03 case. The patient arrived a few Minute late; although he was revived, he ended up in a vegetative state. Later, the last time we heard of him was around 11 years. The ward's nurses were called in to change his urinary catheter.

It is said that his parents took very good care of him, with no bedsores, his face flushed, but he had no consciousness.

Sometimes I also wonder whether such 120 Emergency should be done this way. But after thinking it over, there is no answer.

This matter involves medical ethics and sociology, and it's not something I can figure out.