Chapter 695: with translation of chapter title

Mu Tao was busy and dazed.

Since arriving at Pengxi Township Hospital, he dove headfirst into the interventional catheter room and began Shou Bing.

He didn't eat a single bite, only drinking two sips of water in between.

The Lead clothing on him was soaked with sweat, wearing it especially Uncomfortable. Mu Tao walked out of the Operating Room for the first time, preparing to change into a new Lead clothing.

As he came out, he happened to see the airtight Lead door of another Operating Room slowly closing.

He vaguely saw two familiar figures, but his eyes were a bit blurry, so he couldn't see clearly.

He hadn't even gotten over the time difference, wearing Lead clothing and doing Shou Bing for nearly ten hours; although he was still young and strong, he couldn't bear it.

He tore off the Lead clothing, Mu Tao completely forgot his usual image, plopping down on the hallway floor, back against the wall, looking at the guidewires and catheters piled all over the floor.

"Professor Mu, tired? I'll have someone bring you a hot meal." Director Jiang said while tidying supplies.

"Not hungry, just tired. Catch my breath, keep going." Mu Tao was really exhausted; every joint in his body ached terribly, as if countless needles were pricking inside. His energy also couldn't keep up, his eyelids couldn't even stay open.

"Then go rest in the Zhibanshi for a while, get up and continue, don't wear yourself out." Director Jiang said.

"There are still dozens of patients outside; on my side I can still do three to five today—have the others been transferred out?"

"The post-op patients have all been transferred out; the rest are waiting for surgery."

Mu Tao's face sank.

Severe pelvic fracture, hemorrhagic shock already severe; need to seize time to stop bleeding. Even with me here, even if there were others, we couldn't handle dozens of cases.

Moreover, it's not just these dozens; the severely wounded keep arriving in a steady stream from the front.

Every delay causes one of the arriving severely wounded to die.

Director Jiang is simply irresponsible!

Seeing Mu Tao silent, Director Jiang suddenly realized something; he had been counting numbers, but suddenly forgot where he was up to.

Better not count; first, categorize.

"While you were doing Shou Bing, Doctor Zheng from Di Du 912 arrived. The patients with severe pelvic fracture have basically all had Shou Bing done; now we're operating on the wounded just brought back from the front. Post-op patient transfers are also timely, so rest assured." Director Jiang said while quickly sorting the guidewires and catheters.

"Doctor Zheng?" The figure before Mu Tao's eyes became much clearer, immediately appearing—"Is it Zheng Ren?"

"Yes, it's Doctor Zheng Zheng." Director Jiang said: "He came down from the front line, just like you, went straight up without drinking a drop of water. He's done..."

"Twenty-six cases, no, twenty-seven." Xie Ning had the numbers memorized on that side and blurted out.

Director Jiang nodded repeatedly; having such a steward-like presence really saved him a lot of worry.

Mu Tao was stunned; he had spent nearly ten hours doing eight cases of Interventional embolization for severe pelvic fracture.

When I entered the Operating Room, I didn't see Zheng Ren coming.

Even if we generously count the time for eight surgeries, that side did twenty-seven?

Mu Tao admits there's a gap between him and Zheng Ren. After all, the new TIPS Surgery diagnostic and therapeutic standards have entered the Nobel Medicine Prize review; they're already a Nobel Medicine Prize candidate, while I might never reach that height in my lifetime.

But embolization hemostasis for pelvic fracture, this basic technique of the Interventional Medicine Discipline... could the gap really be that huge?!

Mu Tao found many excuses for himself; Zheng Ren has a monstrous assistant... but even if I got an awesome assistant, I probably couldn't make the Shou Bing this fast.

I haven't even gotten over the time difference...

They've just come down from the front line—just look at these wounded to get a rough idea of how harsh the conditions are.

These reasons can't convince Mu Tao himself.

He did a quick mental calculation: roughly each surgery takes less than twenty minutes.

This even includes pre-op preparation, puncture, etc.

How did he manage that?

Supporting himself to stand, Mu Tao felt a wave of soreness with every step; fatigue had reached his bones, but he forced himself onward, walking into the operation room of another Shujian.

Inside, the line had already been stepped on, and light and shadow flickered on the screen.

From the closing of the airtight Lead door of the Operating Room to now, only about three minutes have passed. Yet Mu Tao saw that a Blood Vessel of the internal iliac Artery had already been occluded, and the Microguidewire was Super-selectively engaging another vessel.

The speed really is that fast...... Mu Tao was speechless.

He stared blankly at the screen, watching the Microguidewire like a living thing with a soul, wandering in the tiny branches of the internal iliac artery; Super-selection in the operator's hand was as simple as an elementary arithmetic problem—no hesitation, no repeated probing, each time a Super-selection success.

It's simply too fast!

Mu Tao discovered that the harder he tried, the farther he seemed from the young doctor called Zheng Ren.

The gap in their technical skill had grown so large that they could no longer see each other's shadow.

Pelvic fracture Interventional embolization is a basic Interventional surgery, yet also an Interventional embolization of extremely high difficulty.

Mu Tao's level far exceeds others', but he can only guarantee completing one case in about an hour.

Even at the Mayo Clinic, this level would be eye-opening.

But on the earthquake front line, Mu Tao saw no bright spots, only boundless darkness.

Such a gap is shocking.

At many Blood Vessel branches, Mu Tao judged the difficulty extremely high, requiring at least 3-5 Super-selectives to succeed.

But the image of that Microguidewire on the screen merely trembled, moved, and achieved Super-selection success.

Such a technique, Mu Tao feels ashamed to be inferior.

He stared at the screen, yet his mind was on that action. What's the mystery here? Is it familiarity with local anatomical structure or special skill in manipulating the Microguidewire?

Both, yet also not really.

Mu Tao thought and thought, lost in reverie. He didn't notice fatigue surging in like a tide, and in his unawareness, it overwhelmed him.

Unknowingly, Mu Tao fell asleep in his chair.

In the Operating Room, Zheng Ren completed the embolization treatment of the last internal iliac artery, full of confidence, without angiography, directly removing the guidewire and catheter.

"Boss, your hand speed—are you truly breaking through between life and death?" Su Yun has asked this question countless times today.

"Hn." Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered to reply; every ounce of energy must be poured into the endless surgery, until he can no longer persist.

Su Yun said, "I want to try what you said," but Zheng Ren knew this guy wouldn't put himself in such danger.

The airtight lead door opened; Su Yun shouted for the doctors outside to come lift the patient; Zheng Ren's eyes swept over the lead glass, and he saw that on that side there was a person sleeping in a chair.

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