Chapter 681: 671 A Surgery with One Foot on the Brink of Death

After meeting with the first batch of troops that arrived, Zheng Ren had no time to be happy, immediately found the commander, and asked about the situation.

Things always turn out worse than imagined; this saying finally gave Zheng Ren a new understanding.

According to the commander, ten counties suffered severe damage, including the county where Chuan Nan Zhen is located.

Meanwhile, forty-one counties suffered relatively heavy damage, with the affected population nearing ten million.

The number of wounded, conservatively estimated, is also in the hundreds of thousands.

This is a figure that inspires dread.

Zheng Ren silently noted the locations marked on the military map, saluted, and turned to leave.

"Boss, do you want to go to Pengxi Xiang?"

"Huh." Zheng Ren thought it was no surprise that Su Yun knew what he was thinking.

Pengxi Xiang is one of the forward stations on the way from the more severely affected counties to Rongcheng, where vehicles must stop to resupply.

According to the map's markings, the area is not heavily damaged, and the hospital can barely be used.

Even with only one gastrointestinal machine, Zheng Ren could exert the effect of equipment worth tens of millions.

There, he could fully apply what he had learned and exert his maximum effect.

"Inside, there are probably countless people piled up." Su Yun said.

"Hmm, let's go there. What about Zhao Yunlong?" Zheng Ren asked.

"He's busy; the troops have arrived, and more survivors have been dug out—diagnosis and treatment will soon keep him overwhelmed." Su Yun said.

Zhao Yunlong is overwhelmed; what about me?

Su Yun could foresee what awaited him if he went to Pengxi Xiang.

A few barks came from afar.

The rescue dog ran through the rubble, its paws torn by something unknown, bleeding profusely.

But it seemed to know the urgency, working like the people here without fatigue, running, limping, which looked somewhat funny.

Another survivor was found.

The rescue dog's role was exerted to the fullest.

"I really want to raise a dog like that." Su Yun gazed into the distance, unable to see the rescue dog's figure, only seeing troops rushing toward the sound.

"Going back."

"In the future, walking the dog to work, I could play on my phone all the way." Su Yun said with some regret.

Zheng Ren thought Su Yun was muddled from exhaustion, spouting nonsense.

I'm still fine; I haven't used the energy potion, and Zheng Ren felt he could endure another ten days of surgery.

A burly figure appeared before his eyes, and Zheng Ren grabbed him.

"Zheng Ren, what's up?" Zhao Yunlong asked somewhat impolitely.

"Chief Zhao, I want to go to Pengxi Xiang." Zheng Ren didn't bother with pleasantries, directly stating his destination.

"Huh?" Zhao Yunlong didn't stop; over there they had dug out a casualty trapped for more than 48 hours, needing to check the condition.

Zheng Ren and Zhao Yunlong walked side by side.

"What do you intend to do over there?" Zhao Yunlong asked.

Nominally he is the captain of the Sharp Blade Squad, but the follow‑up troops have arrived and the mission is over.

Moreover, Zheng Ren has no military registration, his skill is high, and Zhao Yunlong does not want to interfere excessively with Zheng Ren's thoughts.

"That side is one of the necessary passages from the heavily damaged counties to Rongcheng, covering a large area, so more severely wounded will be sent there." Zheng Ren said: "Furthermore, in general and thoracic surgery I am not much better than you; if I perform interventional surgery, perhaps I can help more wounded recover quickly."

"..." Zhao Yunlong sometimes found Zheng Ren annoying for always speaking frankly.

But what they said was the truth; even Su Yun honestly followed at his side, calling him "boss" all the time—… forget it, I won't argue with him about this.

Su Yun was eager to try on the side; seeing Zhao Yunlong tactfully stay silent, he felt a bit regretful. Man, I'm sleepy; I really want to press Zhao Yunlong to the ground and rub him, rub him.

Too bad.

"I asked; to get out we have to leave the mountains. This mountain road is about ten‑plus kilometers." Zhao Yunlong hurried to the outside of the tent.

"Hmm, at dawn I'll go out with the severely wounded." Zheng Ren said.

Zhao Yunlong ducked into the tent; a severely wounded person just rescued lay inside, face pallid, covered in mud and ash.

An emergency responder was measuring the casualty's blood pressure; Zhao Yunlong quickly went to the side to conduct a physical exam.

The casualty's blood pressure was very low, already in a state of hemorrhagic shock.

"Let's prepare for interventional surgery." Zheng Ren sighed and said.

Again, damn it, I have to go to that little hut; Zheng Ren really worries another aftershock will bury him outright.

But the system panel in the upper right of his view had already given the casualty's diagnosis—pelvic fracture, retroperitoneal hematoma, hemorrhagic shock. There were also fractures elsewhere, which, compared to the severe pelvic fracture, were trivial.

Other fractures can be sent to Rongcheng for further treatment.

A pelvic fracture with retroperitoneal hematoma that has bled for over 48 hours—if the patient is still alive, it's already a miracle.

The casualty could die at any moment; performing interventional embolization might let him survive. Zheng Ren dared not guarantee it, but this at least offers a sliver of hope.

Zhao Yunlong examined the body carefully, daring not to move too much to avoid secondary injury.

Without any auxiliary examination equipment, just a physical exam, he could not determine the exact injury; he could only rule out abdominal damage by exclusion and judge a few simple minor fractures.

"How did Chief Zheng determine that surgery was needed?" Zhao Yunlong felt a bit confused.

But after spending time together, the proud Zhao Yunlong silently accepted the fact that Zheng Ren seemed capable of almost anything.

Especially in diagnosis,

especially these past few days,

his diagnosis has never been wrong.

"Chief Zheng, the place is about to collapse." Zhao Yunlong said in a low voice.

"It's fine, I'm doing embolotherapy for a pelvic fracture, it'll be quick." Zheng Ren feigned nonchalance as he said: "Half an hour, luck won't be that bad."

Su Yun was about to say something when Zheng Ren continued: "Chief Zhao, watch Su Yun, don't let him follow me down."

"……" Su Yun wanted to curse.

"Going down you can't do anything; up here, help Chief Zhao rescue the wounded." Zheng Ren's words carried the authority of a senior doctor, leaving no room for doubt.

Su Yun staggered a bit, feeling dazed. It seemed like he was at Xiehe, and beside him was a retired old professor who insisted on making rounds.

All his words swallowed back, he knew Zheng Ren didn't want him to take further risks, but….

MD! Su Yun cursed in his heart.

"Hurry up, I'll go down first to prepare things." Zheng Ren turned and left, casually picking up a first-aid kit.

Zhao Yunlong quickly organized personnel, found a small and capable Faction soldier, and together with Zheng Ren went down to lift the patient onto the examination bed of the gastrointestinal machine.

The already cramped gastrointestinal room, after the previous strong aftershock, collapsed another half. The decorative materials peeled off, revealing cracked lead walls.

Zheng Ren feigned indifference, lifted the patient onto the examination bed, then had the Faction soldier go up.

The roar of the diesel generator outside sounded again, Zheng Ren placed one foot on the threshold of the Gate of Hell, and began the surgery.