Chapter 669: with translation of chapter title

659 Boss, you sure?

Zhao Yunlong was in the distance, checking what supplies had been brought in.

Besides a small amount of food and water, the vast majority were medical supplies, and the rest were tools for clearing debris.

A helicopter can carry only a limited amount of cargo, so choices must be made.

Going a day without water or food won't kill a person. Besides, there are probably over a thousand survivors in the town; truly trying to transport water and food would be a drop in the bucket.

While busy counting and distributing tools to the rescue team, Zheng Ren's shout came from that side.

"What's up!" Zhao Yunlong replied with a shout, without even looking at Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren only wanted to know where Zhao Yunlong was; he located him by sound and felt his way through the white misty rain.

"Chief Zhao, I just heard that doctors and nurses were rescued—where are they?"

Zhao Yunlong pointed to a spot not far away, where a man and a woman, along with other rescue team members, were busy.

Zheng Ren walked over and asked, "Are you from the South Chuan Town Hospital?"

The male doctor lifted his head, glanced at Zheng Ren, wiped his glasses, but the lenses were covered in rain and he still couldn't see anything clearly.

He took off his glasses, wiped them clean vigorously, and said, "I'm the one, you are..."

"Your rescue location is said to be the hospital's radiology department? Any equipment?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Equipment..." the male doctor stared for a moment.

In this situation, who still cares about whether there's equipment or not? Even if there were equipment, there's no power anyway.

"Any?" Zheng Ren saw him stunned and asked again.

"There's a gastrointestinal machine, though I don't know if it's broken." The male doctor thought of that room, surrounded by lead plates with relatively strong support, so he left himself a lifeline.

Because the earthquake was exceptionally strong, this doctor also wasn't sure whether the machine was still intact and usable.

"Take me to have a look." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, you wouldn't want to do an interventional surgery in this situation, would you?" Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and asked.

"Patients with severe pelvic fractures are waiting for hemostasis, and those with necrotic lower limbs need amputation." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun found it strange, but after thinking, he immediately realized what Zheng Ren wanted to do.

"You wouldn't want to do a thrombectomy, would you?" Su Yun exclaimed.

"I have that idea, but I don't know if it can be done." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun instantly became energized, the fighting spirit flashing in his eyes again as he extended a finger.

"Pelvic fractures, we've done many in Hai Cheng. But regarding thrombectomy, I have a few questions: first, after thrombectomy, reperfusion of ischemic tissue leads to massive toxins from necrotic tissue entering the blood, causing acute renal Function failure in the patient—how do you plan to handle that?"

Zheng Ren's lips moved, about to speak, but Su Yun shook his finger and extended a second one, saying: "Second, I recall thrombectomy must be done within six hours, at most 12-24 hours—how do you plan to handle that?"

"Personnel, equipment, supplies—do you have a way?"

Zheng Ren shook his head and said: "I've considered those. The time limit you mentioned applies to neurointerventional thrombectomy; peripheral vascular thrombectomy doesn't have such strict limits. Even old clots can be removed… Vascular interventional is a niche field, so it's normal you don't know about it."

"Second, here's a multiple-choice question: amputate 10 cm less, but need 10 more days of dialysis post-op—which treatment would you choose?"

Su Yun wiped rain from his face, obviously dissatisfied with his lack of understanding of Zheng Ren's vascular interventional comment.

But medical specialties are vast and tedious; Su Yun… only understands after seeing it. Without the chance to see, he simply won't know.

Even if he is Su Yun.

"Nephrologists, after a large number of casualties are rescued, will definitely be one of the most important specialty doctors. Various acute renal Function failures will be shockingly numerous."

"There's no need to use each person's peritoneal dialysis equipment; report to the Frontline General Command Headquarters, mobilize equipment and personnel, and prevent in advance. The few patients who might develop renal Function failure from thrombectomy are small in number and won't cause a quantitative shift—we just need to pay a bit more attention." Zheng Ren obviously had a comprehensive plan.

"Equipment, supplies… you think with this level of effort we still need to worry? As long as we can get through these few days, everything can be worked out." Zheng Ren pointed to the sky and said.

Su Yun realized what Zheng Ren was referring to.

In this weather, pilots recklessly fly helicopters down to drop supplies, and those behind probably have red eyes.

Those young pilots lacking experience, unable to find the landing spot by clues, are probably now banging their heads against walls.

Moreover… the doctors from Di Du, having traveled thousands of miles in less than 24 hours, it's no exaggeration to say the whole nation's effort is involved.

Really, there's no need to worry about those few supplies.

Su Yun smiled and said, "Boss, are you thinking of taking over vascular interventional as well?"

"Isn't this an emergency? After going back, we still need to focus our main efforts on TIPS Surgery and interventional treatment of liver cancer." Zheng Ren also smiled, gazing at the sky, not knowing when the next batch of rescue helicopters would arrive.

The little doctor from South Chuan Town didn't understand what the two were saying; he brought Zheng Ren and Su Yun to the hospital.

The hospital is located southwest of the town center square, just a few hundred meters away; normally it's a few minutes' walk.

But after the earthquake, trekking through the rubble, it took over ten minutes to get there.

The three-story town hospital has been reduced to a second story, with the first floor turned into a basement; the whole building leans, on the verge of collapse.

"This side is radiology; there's a gastrointestinal machine inside." The doctor led Zheng Ren and Su Yun to the side of the "dangerous building," found a ventilation window, and said.

Originally this place was piled with rubble and stones; after the rescue team dug it out and enlarged the ventilation window, they managed to pull the two out.

Su Yun took a flashlight, turned it on, and the beam shone inside.

A rudimentary gastrointestinal machine appeared intact before their eyes.

It looks fine; the only issue left is the power supply.

"Boss, it looks fine, but just this place…" Su Yun looked up, glanced at the perilous building, and felt uneasy.

To do an interventional surgery here? Not to mention this rudimentary gastrointestinal machine that can only show images—it can't compare to Siemens' dual C-arm professional equipment.

Even if Zheng Ren is skilled enough to perform a high-difficulty thrombectomy using the gastrointestinal machine… but… this building… with just a slightly stronger aftershock, it could collapse completely.

This damn isn't doing Shou Bing—it's courting death!

"It looks fine; let's go find Zhao Yunlong." Zheng Ren was actually quite satisfied—the gastrointestinal machine sat there, supported by lead walls, undamaged by the hospital building's collapse.

It will definitely work—just hook up the power, test the machine; if it's good, we'll perform thrombectomy on all patients with necrotic limbs, then do secondary amputations, and naturally doctors from Huaxi and Provincial Hospital will handle that.

"Boss, you sure?" Su Yun turned, and the bright beam of the flashlight shone on Zheng Ren's face.