Chapter 556: 547 Only After Surgery Did He Wash His Hands

The family members timidly followed behind Zheng Ren, all the way to the office of the Emergency Department.

Chang Yue was already overwhelmed, and seeing Zheng Ren bring in another stranger's family member, she felt as if the world had come to an end.

Zheng Ren saw Chang Yue's bad complexion and quickly explained, "It's an orthopedics patient looking for me to do surgery; it's fine, it's fine."

Hearing Zheng Ren say that, Chang Yue's emotions finally didn't collapse.

"Chief Zheng, you have… 5, 6, 7, 8… you still have 11 surgery records not written." Chang Yue said with a cold face, while writing the progress notes and major medical records, she secretly jabbed Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren also felt helpless; if he had a choice, he would definitely not let Director Kong say something so arrogant.

Well, look at this—now it's good, don't even think about sleeping tonight.

On the computer, Zheng Ren pulled up the template for preoperative instructions for pelvic fracture surgery, printed a copy, and then began explaining to the family how the surgery is performed and what complications might occur during and after.

Director Kong was already tired.

But when he saw Zheng Ren using a pen to draw the pelvic structure on an A4 sheet, sketching the location of the arterial plexus in extreme detail, he immediately perked up.

He is truly familiar with anatomy, Director Kong thought with feeling, no wonder his surgeries are good.

Whoever can be this familiar with local anatomy like Zheng Ren will have surgery that's basically without error.

Surgery—nothing but skillful hands.

The fear is not understanding the anatomical relations; then you'll either be clumsy or just fumble around.

Zheng Ren explained in an accessible yet thorough way; even if the family didn't know medicine, they could grasp about seventy or eighty percent.

Just as he was halfway through, another acute appendicitis patient was sent over.

Truly helpless, seeing Chang Yue's resentful little glance, Zheng Ren really wanted to bang his head against the wall to tell her it wasn't his fault.

My own shift is too busy… but this time it's Director Kong's matter, nothing to do with me.

Call Su Yun and have him come down to confirm the appendicitis.

After all, delaying acute appendicitis a bit is fine, but a patient with severe pelvic fracture is continuously bleeding.

Surgery—the sooner, the better.

When Zheng Ren finished speaking, the patient's family immediately signed to consent to surgery.

That's right—having surgery likely means survival; not having surgery means certain death. How to choose isn't that unclear, is it?

Director Kong felt Zheng Ren did some work too meticulously, wasting time.

But Zheng Ren also comforted the family with a few words, and on that paper he added a few strokes, roughly similar to the situation after surgical embolization.

"We'll do the surgery to the best of our ability; the chance of success is high." Zheng Ren said seriously.

The patient's brother grabbed Zheng Ren's hand, tears streaming down, yet he couldn't utter a word.

Zheng Ren patted his shoulder, then asked Director Kong whether he wanted to go up.

"Boss Zheng, this is too busy." Even Director Kong felt the pressure: "Your Emergency Department has so few staff—can you cope?"

"Not too bad…" What could Zheng Ren say? He actually wanted to say, if you hadn't meddled, tonight might not have been so busy.

But we should still maintain respect for our old comrade.

"How is the surgery done? Is Su Yun handling the appendicitis patient?" Director Kong asked tentatively.

"I'll do it myself, no problem." Zheng Ren laughed.

"I'll give you a hand." Director Kong said.

"Um… you came from afar as a guest, that wouldn't be proper." Zheng Ren hesitated a bit.

"No problem, no problem, just an hour or two—let's get it done quickly." Director Kong strained to open his eyes, forcing himself to stay alert.

"Alright then." Zheng Ren didn't mind; Director Kong wanted to help with the surgery, so coming up to lend a hand was no big deal.

Normally, even if patients wanted to find someone of Director Kong's caliber for surgery, they couldn't get a hold of him; and if they did, wouldn't it cost twenty thousand per session?

Now the surgery is free, so the patient is also gaining.

When Zheng Ren and Director Kong rushed to the operating room, the patient had already been brought in. Doctor Zhou kept apologizing, saying it was a bother to be called at midnight, feeling quite embarrassed.

Actually, this is just the usual courtesy between doctors; we'll see each other more easily later.

With an emergency patient right there, how could we not operate? That's a joke.

Zheng Ren hurried to put on the system's lead gown, then scrubbed his hands. By the time Director Kong, wearing his lead gown with weary steps, had finished putting it on, Zheng Ren had already finished scrubbing.

"Director Kong, please sit and rest first; I'll lay out the sheet and start the surgery, then call you." Zheng Ren said considerately.

Director Kong thought, that seems about right.

Moreover, the time had already reached late night, past twelve. The lead gown seemed much heavier than the one he had at home in Di Du.

On top of that, he felt his eyelids were heavier than the lead gown.

"Then you lay out the sheet and call me; I haven't seen you do surgery in a long time, I kind of miss it." Director Kong chuckled, wearing his lead gown, sat in the changing room leaning against the wall and started to doze.

Zheng Ren hadn't even stepped out when he heard faint snoring coming from Director Kong's side.

The old comrade still couldn't hold out; Zheng Ren smiled and entered the operating area.

Zheng Ren went to lay out the sheet, while the circulating nurse, busy as if her feet never touched the ground, prepared everything for him.

His gaze… resentful.

This kind of gaze was the one Zheng Ren saw most often tonight.

No matter who is on duty, everyone hopes for a peaceful night. Eat well, drink well, be happy, don't overdrink, don't cause trouble. Go home, watch some TV with wife and kids, and rest early.

Some days will be very quiet.

But more days will be a bit busy.

But only a few days, like today, are frantically busy.

This really is frantically busy; if it didn't take off like that, there's no way to finish the work.

Zheng Ren laid out the sheet, didn't have anyone call Director Kong, and began operating on his own.

The surgery to embolize the bleeding vessels in a pelvic fracture—said to be difficult, it truly is.

An ordinary Intervention Department Doctor needs at least 3-4 hours to complete an interventional embolization for a severe pelvic fracture.

But for Zheng Ren, the difficulty is nothing special.

Even the capillary network of the prostate can be embolized; the many branches of the internal iliac artery are not that spacious.

Cross-hand operation, one, two, three…… Zheng Ren used thirty-five minutes to finish the surgery.

Two operating tables were running simultaneously; Su Yun was performing an appendectomy on her side, and the circulating nurse was not in the operating room.

Zheng Ren shouted at the top of his voice: "Help me put on a pressure bandage!"

"Coming, coming, Chief Zheng, don't shout—I thought another emergency case had arrived, scaring whoever." The circulating nurse snapped.

She deftly opened an elastic bandage while saying: "Chief Zheng, keep it down tonight—I have a feeling that if you keep shouting like this, you'll end up in the emergency room again."

"Uh……" Zheng Ren was speechless.

Director Kong was awakened by Zheng Ren's shout; he himself hadn't slept well either, after all he still had surgery to attend.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and glanced at his phone—why didn't Zheng Ren call him?

However, only half an hour had just passed; the surgery must have just begun.

Director Kong propped himself up, splashed cold water on his face, felt a bit more alert, then washed his hands and entered the operating room.

With both hands held flat in front of his chest, Director Kong stared in disbelief as Zheng Ren was applying pressure to stop the bleeding……

"Is the surgery done?"