Chapter 725: with translation of chapter title

A4 paper is far better than the facial tissue from Nanchuan Town, and the writing is much clearer. Unlike the severely wounded sent from Nanchuan Town, the self on the facial tissue there has been soaked by rain, the handwriting blurred, looking quite troublesome.

This wounded person had a thigh crush injury, underwent thrombectomy at Pengxi Township Hospital, solving the problem of local ischemia.

The paper simply recorded the surgery and gave a recommendation for amputation—perform the surgery as soon as possible, with guidance from an experienced imaging doctor to assist the orthopedics doctor in performing the amputation. Finally, it noted that prosthetics had been contacted with Germany's Otto Bock Company, which would provide world‑level prosthetics.

The Emergency Department chief was stunned.

In this situation, can one still consider something so far off?

What is needed now is to save lives, not to ponder… but what they have done is already quite good—not only removing the clot from the blood vessels on the front line, minimizing the amputation range, even contacting Germany's Otto Bock Company—that is the world's leading prosthesis maker.

How expensive must that be, the Emergency Department chief clicked his tongue.

If it were just one or two, it wouldn't matter. These past days he has seen too many similar wounded: elderly, young women in their prime, even a few‑year‑old child.

The doctor ahead had good intentions, just unsure if it would be useful.

The Emergency Department chief knew he couldn't read this X‑ray, so he immediately gathered the film and the case file, grabbed the film bag and went straight to the Big External Operating Room.

The orthopedics ward had already reached its capacity, this still being the result after the rear‑area 120 Emergency Rescue Service and many private car owners kept sending the lightly wounded to other sister‑province‑city hospitals for treatment.

The doctors were all busy in the operating rooms; downstairs only the Inpatient Chief, with the help of a few relatively idle internal medicine doctors, was responsible for all postoperative care of the wounded.

The Emergency Department chief knew the situation, so he didn't go to the ward but went straight to the Big External Operating Room.

"Old Lu! On stage?" Upon entering the gate, he didn't change clothes but stood outside and shouted loudly.

A nurse poked her head out, glanced, and said: "Just stepped down, I'll call you."

Soon, a doctor in an isolation gown rushed over, phone still in hand as he walked.

"Old Sui, what's wrong?" Lu Zhu ren asked.

"Just received from Pengxi Township a wounded needing amputation, bringing the film and case file; you take a look." Sui Zhu ren said.

Lu Zhu ren was a bit surprised, speaking into the phone: "I'll call you back in a moment."

Then he slipped his phone into his coat pocket, took the film, and looked at it under the incandescent light.

The hurried Lu Zhu ren fell silent, stared at one film for a minute before slowly putting it down.

"You say this surgery was done in Pengxi Township?"

"Yeah, there's also the case file."

"The thrombectomy was done by an expert; this X‑ray shows the capillary network, telling me the best spot for amputation. At least there must be capillary blood supply to reserve a skin flap." Lu Zhu ren immediately took out his phone, dialed, and said: "Big External Operating Room, come now, urgent."

At this moment, all idle chatter was reduced to the simplest words; otherwise there simply wouldn't be time.

"Old Lu, what's up?" Emergency Department Chief Sui felt a hint of abnormality.

"Just got a call from Intervention Li Zhu ren; Wu Lao of Pengcheng asked how Professor Mu is doing on this side. I told him I don't know. It seems Old Li said Professor Mu is in Pengxi Township."

Oh, so that's it. The Emergency Department chief then realized: there really is a renowned expert stationed at Pengxi Township Hospital doing interventional surgery—no wonder.

Lu Zhu ren took out another film and couldn't put it down.

"Old Lu, how was the thrombectomy done?" Emergency Department Chief Sui asked.

"Excellent, at least on the level of Intervention Li Zhu ren." Lu Zhu ren directly affirmed.

Then it's good; it looks like this batch of wounded has hope.

Soon the operating room doorbell rang. Emergency Department Chief Sui didn't think, just opened the door.

Li Zhu ren didn't wait for the door to open, just slipped in. He wore a white coat, wore slippers—clearly just stepped down from the platform.

"What's the matter? Can't it be said over the phone!"

"What's the rush!" Lu Zhu ren gave him a sideways glance.

"I still have a pile of critical wounded waiting for surgery; how can I not be in a hurry?"

"Look at this film." Lu Zhu ren handed it to him.

Intervention Li Zhu ren took the film, glanced at it, and then said nothing more.

This was within Lu Zhu ren's expectations.

"This surgery was done beautifully; I estimate it was Professor Mu, Wu Lao's disciple, who did it. Seeing this, I called you over so you can give Wu Lao an explanation." Lu Zhu ren said.

"This surgery…" Li Zhu ren hesitated.

"What? Not done well?"

"No, it's done too well. Although there was no intra‑operative imaging, I feel I couldn't do it myself." Li Zhu ren simply admitted.

At this moment, face and academic standing were irrelevant.

Usually, academic disputes that could turn deadly become insignificant when a flood of severely wounded pours in.

What matters now is seizing every moment to treat the wounded; everything else can be ignored.

"There's also the case file here, Lu Zhu ren, take a look." Emergency Department Chief Sui produced that A4 paper, saying: "The Professor Mu up front said he has already contacted Germany's Otto Bock Company, preparing to provide prostheses, so our side can be more liberal with the surgery."

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The Intervention and Orthopedics chiefs were stunned.

Otto Bock Company? One prosthesis costs about one hundred thousand RMB, not to mention the huge number of wounded needing prostheses—would they all use Otto Bock products?

Isn't that a joke?

But they didn't refute; at this moment every word had been weighed carefully.

Few would say something they can't do.

"The pelvic fracture patients in Pengxi Township have all undergone embolization there, then sent to lower‑level hospitals for anti‑shock treatment. The surgical results are good; you can look up the data." Emergency Department Chief Sui added in passing.

Li Zhu ren paused, asking: "How many cases?"

"About two hundred."

"..." This is undoubtedly a shocking figure.

"I'll call Wu Lao." Li Zhu ren fell silent for a few seconds, then picked up his phone and dialed.

Wu Lao, we just received a thrombectomy patient from Pengxi Xiang; it was done by Professor Mu.

Oh, Pengxi Xiang has already completed nearly 200 cases of pelvic fracture interventional embolization in less than three days; it's said the wounded personnel have recovered well post-operation. Because it's post-op, they weren't sent to us.

You've brought along a fine disciple.

Ah? Impossible? How could it be impossible?

Professor Mu's skill couldn't be that high? Impossible, he's someone you personally trained.

Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll contact you right away. Everything's fine here; with nationwide support, you don't need to come. Take care of your health.