Chapter 754: with translation of chapter title

Uh... not right! Zheng Ren suddenly realized something and hung up the phone Xie Yiren had handed him.

Huh? What's wrong? Xie Yiren asked, puzzled.

It's after 1 a. m. now... Zheng Ren finally realized this, saying helplessly.

Director Lao Chen, at that age, I don't know if he's asleep.

If he were asleep, getting a phone call in the middle of the night, especially in this extremely fatigued state, could he be frightened into a heart attack? Zheng Ren couldn't say.

Then let's look for Professor Huang; anyway, it's about the same.

Mainly, Zheng Ren doesn't know how many hyperbaric oxygen chambers the provincial hospital has, or whether they can accommodate so many post-amputation patients.

Hmm, definitely not; we must spread to surrounding hospitals and cities/counties.

To handle this problem well, we need extensive connections, even requiring the Frontline General Command Headquarters to uniformly coordinate and allocate.

After all, hyperbaric oxygen chambers are like that; Pengxi Township Hospital doesn't have any. Moreover, the treatment cycle is long, and each chamber can hold only a limited number of patients—these are all problems.

Zheng Ren, who especially feels the pressure, knows he can't solve this problem, so it's better to just toss it to the doctors in Rongcheng.

Where could Professor Huang be right now? Zheng Ren suddenly asked.

Who knows? Maybe he's sleeping on a makeshift bed in the operating room, maybe on the operating table; anyway, he definitely can't go home. Going to the operating room, you can catch him! Su Yun said confidently.

However, interventional has its own operating room; Zheng Ren doesn't know where it is.

What Su Yun said makes sense; go to the operating room and have a nurse or the head nurse look for Professor Huang.

They're family, after all, so they're naturally more familiar than I am.

Xie Yiren tidied up, putting the director's office in neat order; the three prepared to go to the operating room.

In the hallway at midnight, aside from the lack of sunlight, everything is no different from a few or ten-odd hours ago.

The hallway is full of wounded, with volunteers and nurses constantly moving back and forth, busy to the point of being unable to cope.

Oh, right, wait for me a moment. Xie Yiren took the food box from Zheng Ren's hands and hurried downstairs.

Guess what she's up to? Su Yun asked, watching Xie Yiren's back.

I don't know. Zheng Ren was still a bit dazed, his eyes practically glued to Xie Yiren's back, unable to pull away.

Not until Xie Yiren took the elevator downstairs did he return to normal.

Boss, is the Nobel Prize thing you mentioned really true? Su Yun suddenly asked.

Probably. Zheng Ren said: "The specific details will have to wait until Doctor Mehari comes to find me for surgery to finalize."

Su Yun smiled, looking at the honest and simple Zheng Ren, really unable to tell whether beneath that exterior lay deep scheming or simple honesty.

How's Feng Xu Hui? I heard he was sent to the provincial hospital? Zheng Ren asked.

Huh, I inquired a bit; they operated on him here. His tendons are damaged, so walking might leave him with a slight issue later. Su Yun hadn't forgotten this, saying lightly.

Zheng Ren felt a bit gloomy.

Not bad; being able to come back alive is already good. Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren nodded; the lights outside blazed, as if two worlds apart from the pitch-black rainy night in Nanchuan Town.

The two remained silent, each thinking their own thoughts.

Soon, Xiao Yi Ren came running back, her ponytail swaying, holding two bags in her hands.

Here's the underwear I prepared for you; later, when we go to the operating room to shower, change into it. Xie Yiren handed the bags to Zheng Ren and Su Yun, saying.

Zheng Ren chuckled; his underwear was damp and especially uncomfortable. But if Xiao Yi Ren hadn't reminded him, he probably wouldn't have thought of it.

Entering the operating room, Zheng Ren and Su Yun each went to change clothes.

I feel like I'm all sticky, with a smell of leftover pancake from last night. Su Yun deeply agreed with Xie Yiren's words.

I'm fine, Zheng Ren said, though he didn't really feel it; but since Xiao Yi Ren had instructed him, he just followed her directions.

The provincial hospital's operating room has many shower partitions; conditions are a hundred times better than dumping pure water into a big bucket yourself in Pengxi Township.

The water here is fine; you can take a hot shower.

Zheng Ren simply rinsed off; the pain at the site of his left rib fracture seemed to intensify a bit.

3-5 days after injury is the peak period of local congestion and edema; the edema tissue compresses the intercostal nerves, causing pain, which Zheng Ren cannot avoid.

However, Zheng Ren estimates that the fracture ends are well aligned; although there is still a possibility of delayed traumatic hemothorax or pneumothorax, that possibility is already minuscule, as long as he avoids strenuous exercise.

Such a simple rib fracture only needs rest for a period; waiting for the callus to bridge will heal it, no special treatment needed.

After showering and changing into fresh underwear, Zheng Ren instantly felt refreshed.

Entering the operating room, in the hallway there were occasionally people lying on the ground, haphazardly covered with sterile surgical gowns while sleeping.

This situation, Zheng Ren had already grown accustomed to.

It's estimated that for nearly a week, the provincial hospital's operating rooms have basically been like this.

It's said that the doctors and nurses transferred in later have been arriving one after another; the pressure should ease somewhat. Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren felt somewhat emotional; he had been doing surgery nonstop since arriving at the provincial hospital, but Su Yun still knew all the gossip inside and out, just like at Haicheng City First Hospital.

Head Nurse, wait a moment! Su Yun said, and upon seeing the head nurse's figure in the operating room, immediately called her over.

Huh? The head nurse, somewhat displeased, with fatigue building up, was already like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

But when she turned her head and saw it was Su Yun, her anger dissipated, and she said: "Doctor Su, what's the matter?"

Su Yun jogged a few steps over and told the head nurse about the hyperbaric oxygen chamber matter.

Zheng Ren felt that Su Yun could sometimes be really useful; if he was willing, he could open his heart to anyone, male or female. But most of the time, he acts like he's the supreme boss, making people want to hit him.

After saying a few things, Su Yun smiled, returned to Zheng Ren's side, and said: "I've said what I needed to about the hyperbaric oxygen chamber; the hybrid operating room surgery will finish soon, and then it's our turn."

Hmm. Zheng Ren nodded.

Boss, I'm telling you, after coming out this time, I've grown sick of doing interventional embolization for pelvic fractures. Now, thrombectomy and amputation surgeries are also starting to make me nauseous. Su Yun said.

Not yet; when we go back, there will be at least several thousand TIPS surgeries to do… within half a year. Zheng Ren said lightly: "I remember you telling me that, no matter what you say, if you add 'this is life,' it will sound especially artistic."

Upon thinking of several thousand TIPS surgeries, doing them to the point of being utterly unoriginal, to the point of wanting to vomit, Su Yun immediately wore a bitter expression.

Is this life?

Pah!

Two people walked toward the Hybrid Operating Room, the Head Nurse delivered a just-sterilized Orthopedics Department pack to the Operating Room, then picked up the phone and dialed out.