Chapter 555: 546 So tired, so hungry, so sleepy (Alliance Leader 130619130541388 bonus chapter 3)

546 So tired, so hungry, so sleepy (Alliance Leader 130619130541388 bonus chapter 3)

Zheng Ren didn't change clothes, but had Yang Lei bring the next patient directly up.

He greeted Chu Yanran for anesthesia, Zheng Ren prepared for the next surgery.

He called Yang Lei, and over there came a message—the Emergency Department had admitted another three appendicitis cases, right in the middle of performing surgeries.

Zheng Ren gave Kong a resentful look.

"You guys are really busy," Kong muttered to himself, unaware, merely feeling that one emergency patient after another came in, and he still had to find time to handle some difficult cases; the Emergency Department was tougher than he imagined.

Unlike in the capital, the Emergency Building is just a tertiary hospital, with each department's responsibilities clearly defined.

As for difficult cases, just have patients register for a specialist appointment during the day.

But in Hai Cheng, you can't do that.

If Zheng Ren were really tricked into going to the capital, Hai Cheng would be a mess on this side, and Kong would lose face.

Besides, this is just an exchange, a swap, not a definite job.

Just now, when Director Kong was chatting with Professor Rudolf Wagner, it was already decided that the professor would leave in these days, preparing for the Nobel Medicine Prize nomination deadline of January 31 next year.

He was definitely a Nobel Medicine Prize candidate; no matter the cost, I must get Zheng Ren to go to 912.

Thinking about it, the surgery on this side had started again.

Appendicitis, appendicitis, appendicitis, cholecystitis.

The assistant switched from Yang Lei to Su Yun, then from Su Yun back to Yang Lei; Zheng Ren stayed in the operating room, performing one surgery after another.

At first, Director Kong thought Zheng Ren was not only good at interventional surgery, but his open surgery was equally impressive.

But after seeing so much, he became numb.

In his mind, the only feeling was that a local hospital really isn't easy.

Emergency cases came one after another; it seemed his earlier judgment was wrong.

At least three inpatient chiefs needed to be arranged… no, at least four. Zheng Ren didn't say it, but Su Yun—this guy—was worth two inpatient chiefs with doctorates.

If this exchange and support were seen as a transaction, Director Kong had already been calculating what price to pay.

From 3:30, he performed surgeries straight through until 11 p. m.

This result was only possible because Zheng Ren was skilled and worked in sync with the Emergency Department and operating room.

Director Kong could be certain that, even if they switched to another hospital—even the capital—a team couldn't possibly finish that many emergency surgeries in six or seven hours.

He was already hungry, but seeing Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and the others busy, he felt embarrassed to say he wanted to eat.

Not only was he hungry, Director Kong was also tired.

In the capital, he unfailingly went to sleep at 10 p. m. every night; unless there was a task from the health team, he wouldn't change it.

Sitting on the small round stool in the operating room, Director Kong let out a big yawn.

Over there, the laparoscopic cholecystectomy was finished, and Zheng Ren was doing the postoperative handling.

"Su Yun, later you'll take Director Kong back to the guesthouse to rest first," Zheng Ren instructed.

"No need, no need." Su Yun didn't speak; Director Kong spoke first, "We agreed I'd check your surgery and emergency numbers. I need firsthand data—I can't go back early."

That's what he said, but Director Kong's tone was full of fatigue.

If…

If they were a bit more polite, he'd just go along with it, Director Kong thought.

But then, surprisingly, no one spoke.

On the operating table, several people were already discussing who to send out to buy late-night snacks, where to buy them, and what to buy.

Shouldn't they be a bit polite to me? Local hospitals do things so directly.

Director Kong froze for a moment.

But he also felt awkward saying anything, after all he had just refused Zheng Ren's kindness.

These young people are really straightforward.

Director Kong let out another big yawn, his head feeling a bit fuzzy.

Over there, Chu Yan zhi had already stepped down, preparing to drive out to buy late-night snacks and dinner. Zheng Ren turned and got down, and before he could speak to Director Kong, his phone, tucked in the pocket of his isolation gown, rang.

How helpless, Zheng Ren looked at Director Kong, his inner depths tangled with countless resentments.

"Hello, Brother Zhou."

"Oh, okay. Bring the films over so I can take a look, and then you guys prepare to push the patient onto the table."

"Okay, okay, goodbye."

Zheng Ren hung up the phone and helplessly put it back in his pocket.

"Another emergency?" Director Kong asked.

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded and said, "The Orthopedics Department this afternoon took in a severe pelvic fracture from a county hospital below; after two hours of observation, the patient's blood pressure kept dropping, and there's a large retroperitoneal hematoma. They'll likely need interventional embolization."

Zheng Ren also felt helpless; since Director Kong said that, the dreadful night he had imagined gradually became reality.

And reality was even worse than Zheng Ren had imagined.

He really wished he could kick Director Kong back to the capital—what's he doing coming to Hai Cheng to mess around?

If it were Zhao Yunlong or Fang Lin instead, Su Yun would have already blown up—not just Su Yun, even the honest Zheng Ren would have to blast them.

But Director Kong…

Su Yun and Zheng Ren maintained respect, merely grumbling inwardly.

Zheng Ren didn't even leave the operating room; after a few minutes he got a call and came to the operating room door.

Opening the door, Orthopedics Doctor Zhou was surrounded by a crowd of patients' relatives, standing outside.

"Doctor Zhou, give me the patient's films." Zheng Ren wasn't being polite either; the key was there was no time for pleasantries, he said directly.

Doctor Zhou didn't directly hand over the film bag to Zheng Ren; instead, he pulled out the most recent pelvic CT from it and passed it over.

Zheng Ren glanced under the light, a large retroperitoneal hematoma; adding Doctor Zhou's explanation—the patient's blood pressure kept decreasing, it could be definitely said that a Vein plexus had ruptured.

"Prepare for Shou Bing." Zheng Ren said, "Family members, the person in charge stay."

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhou Yisheng said politely.

Doing emergency Interventional surgery in the middle of the night is indeed a very tough thing. But there's no way; it's uncertain whether the patient can hold on until early Ming day. Even if they do, their condition will likely be extremely poor, on the brink of death.

Emergency treatment and 120 Emergency have never distinguished day from night.

Zhou Yisheng led most people away to push the patient onto the operating table. A few family members who could make decisions stayed behind to prepare to sign.

Zheng Ren glanced and asked, "Who is the patient's spouse?"

An honest Middle-aged Woman timidly said, "Doctor, it's me."

"Come with me." Zheng Ren then didn't change shoes, put on Shoe Covers, dragged his slippers while leading the patient's family to the Jizhenbingfang office.

Director Kong followed behind, his body gradually felt Fatigue, his legs feeling as if weighted down with sandbags.

He couldn't help but feel moved; emergency work still needs to be done by young people. My old arms and legs really can't manage it.

Just as the thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly recalled Director Pan.

A different feeling rose in his heart.