Chapter 717: and translation of chapter title

One hundred sixty-two severe pelvic fracture patients? If we count from the very beginning, up to now more than three days, opening five or six Shujian and continuously performing surgery, it might also be possible.

However, Intervention doctors are few to begin with; who exactly is doing the Shou Bing here?

He fell silent, his numb limbs and brain unable to support his thinking of other things. All his energy was used for Shou Bing, seemingly endless Shou Bing.

Arriving at the Intervention Operating Room, the corridor shows the busy figures of rotating nurses, and on the extra beds outside lie more than ten severely wounded.

It can be seen that these severely wounded are those whose limbs have been crushed by heavy objects for a long time, leading to necrosis.

For such wounded, aside from amputation, there is no other method. Sun Zong remained silent, always feeling guilty toward these wounded.

Why aren't there updated, more advanced medical means that could preserve the limbs?!

His steps quickened, as if he had done something guilty, Sun Zong strode straight into the Operating Room.

"Where is the person?" Sun Zong asked.

"Inside, someone is sitting and asleep." Director Jiang pointed at the Operating Room and said.

"Why not go to the Zhibanshi to rest a while?" Sun Zong frowned.

"As we were talking, Doctor Zheng fell asleep." Director Jiang sighed, suppressing various emotions, "There are only two Shujian in total; the other one is Doctor Zheng's assistant and Professor Mu, who just rushed back from the Mayo Clinic in the United States, doing surgery together. This Shujian has only Doctor Zheng himself."

Having said that to this extent, it's enough.

Sun Zong was somewhat surprised, but had no more emotion. Everyone was the same; all had reached their limits, yet they continued to struggle.

But something seemed off; Sun Zong's head felt a bit dizzy, and he didn't notice these detail problems.

Director Jiang opened the airtight lead door of the Operating Room, and the three walked in.

Zheng Ren tilted his head, wearing a blue disposable sterile surgical gown, sleeping soundly.

Xie Ning's gaze was somewhat complex, looking at Zheng Ren, his eyes focused.

"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Zheng?" Director Jiang called softly.

Although reluctant, having just passed those wounded needing amputation, no matter how unwilling, he had to be woken up.

"Has the Orthopedics Department doctor arrived? Have you coordinated with Intervention before?" Doctor Zheng's faint snore immediately disappeared, his ethereal voice sounding like he was talking in his sleep.

Director Jiang said nothing, glancing at Sun Zong.

"We have coordinated." Sun Zong nodded.

Zheng Ren opened his eyes, seeing three people before him, he smiled.

The smile pulled at the bruise on his face, a pang of pain, and he seemed to become a bit more spirited.

"How long have I slept?" Zheng Ren asked.

"About ten minutes."

"Oh, that's fine." Zheng Ren immediately stood up from the ground, tore off the disposable sterile gown and threw it into the medical waste trash bin, "Now let's start, this person..."

"This is the Orthopedics Department's Sun Zong." Director Jiang introduced.

"Sun Zong, you can watch in the operating room; after I finish, if there are any problems, let's have a Discussion between the two of us." Zheng Ren's tone was very flat, yet carried an irresistible flavor.

Is this an order from a senior doctor?

Sun Zong is very familiar with this kind of tone that sounds polite but is actually condescending.

If it were the Provincial Hospital, the only ones who could speak to me like this would be the director of the Intervention Department and a retired old professor.

After all, they are not the same department, so they still need to be a bit polite with each other. Although polite, the aura of a senior doctor remains unchanged.

This person... looks quite young; where does this confidence that comes from deep within the bones come from? Moreover... Sun Zong felt something strange in his heart, but couldn't say what was wrong.

He didn't refute, but nodded, helping to lift the wounded onto the operating table, then withdrew from the Operating Room.

"Director Jiang, can one person do it?" Seeing Zheng Ren standing alone in the Operating Room, looking so helpless, Sun Zong asked.

"He doing it alone... is faster than the two people next door." Director Jiang smiled and said.

At this moment, Sun Zong finally realized what exactly was wrong with that brief moment.

"Director Jiang, I see Doctor Zheng's face has a bruise; what's going on?" Sun Zong asked.

"He and his assistant came down from the front line." Director Jiang said, "They've been here for a day and a half, without even catching their breath."

What Director Jiang cared about was that Zheng Ren hadn't rested a single breath, while Sun Zong shivered.

A day and a half? Performing over a hundred pelvic fracture Interventional embolization surgeries?

No, surely I'm mistaken; no one could have such fast surgery speed. Surely something is off...

"Well, Zheng Ren and Su Yun arrived at Pengxi Township Hospital yesterday afternoon; up to now, they have done 36 hours of Shou Bing, completing pelvic fracture Interventional embolization surgery... together with Professor Mu, they have completed 162 Shou Bing." Xie Ning said beside him, spitting out cold big data.

Not sleeping for 36 hours, that's still a small matter.

But they performed 162 Shou Bing?

Sun Zong was astonished, his brows furrowed.

If it were normal times, Sun Zong would definitely think this is false data, and the person who made the data basically doesn't understand medicine.

How long does each Shou Bing take on average? This isn't nonsense, is it?

But now is emergency rescue time, and Ning Shu is not the type who talks nonsense, speaking without basis.

Sun Zong stood dubiously before the operating table, preparing to watch Zheng Ren's Shou Bing.

This wounded person has a tibia-fibula fracture, at 5 cm below the knee joint, crushed by heavy objects for a long time, already necrotic. Above the knee joint, edema has spread to half of the thigh.

The wounded's thigh is swollen like a steamed bun; if in the Big External Operating Room, only amputation below the hip joint could be done.

Even if the skin edge of the edematous area is sutured, due to lack of blood supply it cannot heal; even if forcibly sutured, it will still necrose, requiring a secondary surgery.

What should he do? Sun Zong focused, looking through the Lead glass at Zheng Ren inside disinfecting, putting on a Sterile surgical gown, laying the drape, standing at the wounded's right side, and began the Shou Bing.

"Sun Zong, after Doctor Zheng's Thrombectomy, does it help your Shou Bing?" Director Jiang asked.

Although he does vascular intervention and occasionally performs Thrombectomy, this limb thrombectomy technique, Director Jiang is not very familiar with, let alone how the Orthopedics Department would do after the Thrombectomy.

"It helps; generally it can reduce the amputation by a segment. The specific length depends on the skill of the Intervention and Orthopedics Department operators." Sun Zong said.

"In your opinion, if it were normal times, at what position would this wounded person be amputated?" Director Jiang asked.

"The knee joint is definitely not salvageable; we can only preserve as much of the thigh as possible. After surgery, the patient can walk with the prosthesis for a bit more convenience." Manager Sun had full confidence and quickly explained his judgment clearly.

If that's the case, then it wouldn't be very meaningful.

But Doctor Zheng inside insisted, saying it could also be done, then let's see; Manager Sun didn't mind.

Although it's not very meaningful, after all it does have some meaning.

Xie Ning stood at the side, silent, staring at Zheng Ren behind the lead glass.

The circulating nurse came out, closed the airtight lead door, and the surgery began.