Chapter 710: with translation of chapter title

After a simple yet thorough record, Liu Xu zhi was sent to the Emergency Operating Room for wound cleaning and suturing.

Zheng Ren - Zheng Ren

Although the tendon was narrowly injured, and although it will definitely leave an ugly scar later, here it really doesn't count for much.

After disinfection, anesthesia, and suturing, half an hour later his arm was wrapped in layers of gauze, and he walked out of the Emergency Operating Room.

"Go rest a bit; these past days, you've worked hard." The doctor who sutured him was polite; those who came down from the front lines, wounded, are all worthy of respect.

"May I ask where the Interventional Surgery Operating Room is?" Liu Xu zhi asked.

Director Chen - Director Chen

"I am an Interventional surgery doctor, going to see if I can help." Liu Xu zhi said.

Intervention Department Doctor - Intervention Department Doctor

Emergency Department Doctor - Emergency Department Doctor

Seeing his Persistence, the Emergency Department doctor pointed out the way for him, then went back to being busy.

Director Jiang - Director Jiang

In his expectation, the hallway should have been filled with wounded awaiting triage, everywhere in disarray, utter chaos.

But what Liu Xu zhi saw was an orderly triage: the lightly wounded were placed in tents outside, while the severely wounded were partly pushed to the Pengxi Xiang Operating Room, and partly directly arranged ambulances to send to Rongcheng.

Emergency Department - Emergency Department

They appeared to be urban white-collar workers, the shrewd and capable type; their actions were orderly, with not a trace of panicked chaos.

Rongcheng - Rongcheng

Even in the hospital of the Middle Banner of the Right Wing of Korqin, when faced with a large-scale rescue, they would not have such rigor and order.

Khorchin Right Wing Middle Banner - Khorchin Right Wing Middle Banner

Inner Mongolia Khorchin Right Wing Middle Banner - Inner Mongolia Khorchin Right Wing Middle Banner

Liu Xu zhi felt a bit Strange, wondering why couldn't the patients be sent to the ward? Why must they be given IVs here?

Thrombectomy - Thrombectomy

Amputation - Amputation

A doctor held a transparent folder, clipped a paper inside, and placed it on the post-operative wounded person; then he told the volunteer where this wounded person should be sent, and pushed the stretcher carrying the lying severely wounded directly into the Operating Room.

This efficiency... it's truly astonishing. Liu Xu zhi saw him about to enter the Operating Room and immediately shouted.

"Who? What's up!" the doctor shouted loudly, but didn't delay sending the severely wounded into the Operating Room.

Here, it has become an assembly line for surgeries, with extremely high efficiency.

The doctor pushing the patient dare not waste time; the surgeries inside are done frenziedly. If any link shows a flaw, the usually good‑tempered Director Jiang will surely curse.

The surgeries had been going for two days and a night; several surgeons showed no fatigue, only briefly eating something, taking turns to rest, and the surgeries never halted.

So Director Jiang grew ever stricter; in his view, the supporting doctors were risking their lives, and he and his own doctors had no excuse to slack off.

Although everyone was exhausted to the extreme, they all gritted their teeth and persisted.

Liu Xu zhi jogged a few steps, his whole body sore.

"Greeting, I'm an Intervention Department doctor coming down from the front line to see if I can help." Liu Xu zhi hurriedly explained.

"Director Jiang, a doctor has arrived!" the young doctor shouted.

It seemed that only this way would he avoid falling asleep.

Director Jiang lifted his head, glanced at Liu Xu zhi, and asked: "Which hospital are you from, what surgeries can you perform, and have you been registered with Director Lin?"

"A Grade‑II hospital in the Middle Banner of the Right Wing of Horqin, Inner Mongolia; we can perform surgeries, though our level is average. I can help as an assistant, relieving the surgeon for a rest. Registration… hasn't been done yet." Liu Xu zhi said.

He was the type who always knew his limits, not competitive, and straightforwardly said he only intended to be a substitute. As for registration, he never imagined that a township‑level hospital could be this formal.

Director Jiang nodded and said: "Then I'll handle your registration. Doctor Zheng, would you like to rest a bit? More people have arrived."

"No need." A faint voice came from the Shujian, "I'm still fine. How many pelvic‑fracture patients are left?"

"Three! The rest are already done!" Director Jiang said this while also seeming dazed.

He never imagined he could actually finish treating such a huge number of patients.

But the facts told him that, in two days and a night, over a hundred surgeries had been completed just like that. Even if more wounded arrived from the front, the piled‑up casualties resembling a Landslide Dam Lake had already all undergone surgery, leaving Director Jiang with nothing to worry about.

"Tell Ning Shu to send over any patients needing amputation; I'll do a thrombectomy here shortly." Zheng Ren's voice was soft, floating in mid‑air, clearly having reached the point where he could no longer continue.

"Doctor Zheng, please get some rest, I beg you." Director Jiang stood at the Operating Room door, disregarding his image, repeatedly bowing (Jiu Gong) with a pleading face.

Liu Xu zhi stared dumbfounded, wondering what the situation was.

"No need, I'll do a few more." Zheng Ren said.

"You said the same thing six hours ago." Director Jiang nearly burst into tears, clad in Lead clothing, having performed surgery for dozens of hours without rest—no one could endure that.

In the neighboring Shujian, later on two people had been taking turns resting, but Mu Tao and Su Yun could no longer hold out.

Only in this Shujian, after Zheng Ren drove off Lao Chen, the director, he continued performing surgeries in silence.

Each surgery took no more than fifteen minutes; including patient transport, that's four per hour, and this high speed was maintained without dropping due to physical fatigue.

Director Jiang didn't know how long Doctor Zheng could hold on; perhaps he'd faint any second, but at least for now he was still pushing himself.

"Bring the patient up, don't waste your energy here." Zheng Ren lowered his head, lacking even the strength to tear off his sterile gown, standing by the medical waste bin as a volunteer helped him remove it.

Liu Xu zhi stared dumbfounded, and he whispered: "Doctor Zheng, I also do intervention work; I can handle one case—please rest first."

"Hmm, go over there and lend a hand." Zheng Ren turned to scrub his hands, meanwhile taking a few sips of water.

Zheng Ren didn't dare drink too much water, fearing a urgent need to urinate.

Just a few small sips were enough to keep his mouth moist.

During this period, Zheng Ren downed three bottles of energy potion straight, but the potion's effect seemed to be steadily waning.

Zheng Ren didn't know how long he could keep going, but as long as he could still perform surgery, he would do it.

The surgeries had become frenzied, burning through life, completing one operation after another, rescuing casualty after casualty.