Chapter 672: 662 Using the Gastrointestinal Machine for Interventional Hemostasis Surgery

The helicopter's rotor roared, the huge wind blew Zheng Ren's hair into disarray.

This time it's still that big‑bearded pilot. The rain has lessened a bit but hasn't stopped. In such bad weather, few can land, and he is one of them.

Under these circumstances, this is the only way to maintain the green channel for transporting life‑saving supplies.

However, he brought good news: it's been 30 hours since the earthquake, and the nearest unit is not far away.

But he didn't say what casualties that unit had suffered, and Zheng Ren didn't ask.

After unloading the cargo carried by the helicopter and lifting the wounded rescued by medical personnel onto it, the bearded pilot finally prepared to leave.

"Comrade, I have written the diagnosis and ongoing treatment for each patient. There are also suggestions for follow‑up treatment; please be sure to inform the doctors in the rear." Zheng Ren, not minding being long‑winded, reminded them again earnestly.

"Don't worry." The bearded pilot looked heroic; such a big matter certainly won't be forgotten.

"By the way, I reported to the Frontline General Command Headquarters your request to mobilize nationwide nephrology doctors to transport many dialysis machines; the leaders took it seriously." The bearded pilot said: "The Forward Command's order has been issued; within a few days, over a thousand nephrology doctors will arrive one after another."

Zheng Ren nodded, although he still couldn't rest easy, but there was nothing else he could do.

This batch of wounded are still those with ruptured organs, massive bleeding, hemorrhagic shock. After a "simple" surgery, they are sent to rear hospitals for second‑stage surgery, followed by anti‑infection and anti‑shock treatment.

Meanwhile, patients with severe crush injuries requiring amputation have no immediate threat to life, but they cannot be taken onto the helicopter.

Because the supplies brought include a large amount of morphine, these wounded won't suffer especially.

Zheng Ren earnestly wrote down the treatment process on paper; there wasn't much paper left to write on, so he even "requisitioned" a female team member's tissue.

He briefly wrote down the treatment process, the general follow‑up treatment plan, and everything he could think of.

That's all he could do.

Zheng Ren pressed his feet together, raised his hand, and saluted.

Although not standard or proper, it was full of sincerity and fervor.

The bearded pilot returned the salute, then extended his hand, clenched a fist, and faced Zheng Ren directly.

They bumped fists; he hesitated not, turned, and boarded the helicopter.

Watching the helicopter slowly depart, Zheng Ren then turned and left.

"Boss, do you know who he is?" Su Yun looked at Zhao Yunlong in the distance, who had brought along a rescue dog for this mission, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"That rescue dog?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Of course it's the pilot's; rescue dogs exist in every fire brigade, I don't know what it's called wherever I go." Su Yun said angrily.

"I don't know, do you?" Zheng Ren hurried to the generator, intending to help move the diesel generator near the ruins of the hospital's radiology department.

"Those shoulder insignia, Boss, you don't recognize them?"

"I don't recognize them."

"..." Su Yun shrugged and said: "Besides surgery, you really have no common sense at all."

"Being able to perform surgery is enough; knowing who he is, could you bring over the dual C‑arm machine?" Zheng Ren said while walking quickly.

That sounded reasonable, but Su Yun had long grown accustomed to Zheng Ren's seemingly logical yet fault‑filled way of speaking. He was about to retort, but seeing Zheng Ren start moving the generator with others, he had no choice but to go help.

The small generator provides little electricity, but having some is better than none.

Among the survivors, there was a professional electrician, called to connect the generator to the gastrointestinal machine.

Moreover, the supplies for interventional surgery take up little space; the bearded pilot directly brought over twenty‑plus sets.

After installing the generator, Zheng Ren jumped into the ventilation opening through which people had been rescued.

Su Yun hesitated not, and followed Zheng Ren inside.

"That bearded pilot's shoulder insignia indicate a colonel, likely the head of the aviation regiment." Su Yun still couldn't let it go.

"The gastrointestinal machine emits relatively high X‑ray dosage; you should go out." Zheng Ren spoke as if he hadn't heard Su Yun, talking to himself.

"Huh? How come there's an extra set?" Su Yun gave Zheng Ren a disdainful look, picked up a piece of lead clothing and put it on. But seeing Zheng Ren already wearing a lead garment, with another lying on the ground—he remembered clearly unloading two sets.

"You misremembered." Zheng Ren said solemnly while spouting nonsense, not blinking an eye.

Could he be dazed from exhaustion? Su Yun also scratched his head a little.

The severe physical overload made even the unforgettable Su Yun begin to doubt himself.

"This is the gastrointestinal machine; the radiation dose is too high, you should still go out." Zheng Ren earnestly said again.

"As a flawless assistant, you want me to leave now? Tch!" Su Yun seized the time and started busying himself.

Although he still doubted Zheng Ren's statement, it didn't affect his firm execution.

Zheng Ren also stopped dissuading Su Yun; the matter of radiation exposure, under the current circumstances, was no longer a concern.

The building could collapse at any moment, as long as another aftershock of magnitude 6 or higher occurs.

Although Zheng Ren noticed the aftershocks were getting smaller, who could say for sure about such things?

Su Yun still harbored resentment about risking his life to perform pelvic fracture hemostasis and thrombectomy, but Zheng Ren firmly believed that when this batch of "relatively light" wounded could be sent out remained uncertain.

Not to mention pelvic fractures—without hemostasis, the wounded have only a dead end. For those needing amputation, if the clot completely blocks the vessel, necrotic tissue spreads; even after returning, their chances of survival are slim.

Therefore, he persisted repeatedly.

The two busied themselves, performing simple disinfection and cleaning, after which the electrician connected the generator to the gastrointestinal machine.

With the diesel generator's roar, Zheng Ren opened the gastrointestinal machine.

Seeing the long‑absent light and shadow, Zheng Ren felt nostalgic.

The first patient he treated lay in a tent, waiting to board a helicopter back to the rear—a pelvic fracture victim.

Their condition……was severe, but organs were not yet ruptured; the medical team could do nothing about it.

Transport capacity is quite limited; such patients cannot directly board helicopters. This is like boiling a frog in warm water……a fact clear to both the chief of the military medical corps and Zhao Yunlong.

But nobody can do anything about it.

The wounded brought through the ventilation opening were carefully lowered; Zheng Ren and Su Yun cooperated to place them on the gastrointestinal machine's examination bed, then began disinfection.

The gastrointestinal machine's resolution is poor; the branches of the iliac artery are very fine. Zheng Ren held a flashlight in his mouth, squinting, performing surgery in an awkward posture.

Fortunately, his skill remained high—30‑40 minutes per case—so he quickly processed this batch of wounded awaiting surgery at the fastest speed.

Afterwards, a relatively mild patient was brought in. A little girl, fifteen years old, her right foot suffered a crushing injury; the top of the foot had become necrotic due to prolonged lack of blood flow, and it had already turned black.

When she was brought down, she had just been given an intravenous injection of morphine, and her expression was somewhat dazed.

"Uncle, what kind of Shou Bing are you going to do?" the little girl asked in Sichuan dialect.

Zheng Ren smiled, trying to soothe her emotions, and said: "The Blood Vessels on your injured foot are all blocked; let's try to open them up. If we can open the Blood Vessels, when you return to the rear, you only need to treat the Bone fracture."

"That's great; will I still be able to run in the future?" the little girl asked.

Zheng Ren began adjusting the gastrointestinal machine, Su Yun prepared the Shou Bing supplies, and then they began disinfecting.

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Gastrointestinal machine, performing Interventional surgery, the resolution is really poor. It's only something we can fantasize about; in reality, I've seen experts use a gastrointestinal machine to do liver cancer Interventional surgery, which is extremely difficult, a last resort.