Chapter 857: with translation of chapter title

Zhao Wenhua's hand is very steady; this is something a surgeon, an Intervention Department doctor must have.

But after the sixth puncture attempt failed, his hand also began to tremble involuntarily.

The patient kept vomiting blood; the anesthesiologist and the doctors from Xiao Hua Nei Ke all came up wearing lead clothing. As time passed, the patient's blood pressure continued to decrease.

The time left for oneself,

There's not much left!

Zhao Wenhua took a deep breath, wanting to calm down a bit.

He raised his head, turned his neck, wanting to move a bit, to ease the tense spirit, striving for success in the next puncture. Although he knows, this possibility is minuscule.

But what can be done about it?

Emergency TIPS Surgery is rare; basically, for all emergency massive hematemesis, Xiao Hua Nei Ke can temporarily stop bleeding using endoscopic band ligation.

But this patient, damn it, is really weird!

Zhao Wenhua cursed in his heart, cursing this damn condition. How come I can't get in?!

The patient has no examination data; not to mention a diffuse Nuclear Magnetic Resonance, even the simplest CT is missing. It's completely a blind puncture, without any guidance.

If only I could be like Zheng Lao Ban... this thought just appeared, and Zhao Wenhua unhesitatingly shattered it, turning it into countless specks of debris, disappearing in the deepest part of his heart.

I can do it too! Moreover, Zheng Ren uses Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffuse to judge the puncture needle's entry path; in this situation, he probably can't either.

How can it work? Zhao Wenhua prays that his luck be a bit better, even better, preparing for the next puncture.

"Xiao Zhao, Zheng Lao Ban is here, let him try." Director Xia pressed the intercom button, and the voice came in.

Zhao Wenhua's body and thoughts both stalled.

Zheng Ren has come? What is he here for?

Could it be that Director Luo summoned him?

Afterwards, countless thoughts surged like a flood. He paused for a moment, wanting to refuse, but seeing the patient's face ashen, drenched in sweat, he might soon spit out a mouthful of blood and die.

Unwilling in his heart, but Zhao Wenhua still forced out a smile, made a gesture at the lead glass, and walked out dejectedly.

"Professor Zhao, I'll give it a try, you rest." As they brushed past, Zheng Ren's words were gentle like a spring breeze.

Zhao Wenhua walked out of the Operating Room in a daze, came to Director Luo's side, "Director Luo, did you summon Zheng Lao Ban?"

"Hmm." Director Luo nodded, "The difficulty of emergency TIPS Surgery is considerable; let Zheng Lao Ban try."

"There's no data at all; I think it's very difficult." Zhao Wenhua showed a concerned expression, suppressing the anger of being driven off the operating table in his heart, and said: "I've read Zheng Lao Ban's articles countless times, using Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffuse to determine the puncture point's location. But now there isn't even a single CT sheet..."

He said that, then stopped. The meaning to be expressed was already clear.

Director Luo also didn't speak; saying anything now is useless. Whether it works or not will be known once we go up onto the operating table.

If possible, Director Luo also doesn't want to force Zheng Ren onto the operating table. In his view, this is forcing him onto the operating table to perform an emergency surgery without certainty.

If successful, it will invite envy and hatred.

If it fails, there will be even more trouble.

Director Luo slowly inhaled, staring intently at the screen.

Zhao Wenhua looked at Zheng Ren inside through the lead glass; he was scrubbing his hands and donning sterile clothing at the fastest speed, his eyes seemingly fixed on a certain direction.

Following his gaze, Zhao Wenhua guessed that Zheng Ren was looking at the screen opposite the operator.

It's merely an X-ray fluoroscopy.

Zhao Wenhua really doesn't believe Zheng Ren can succeed, unless his luck is heaven-defyingly good.

However, the time left for Zheng Ren is already short; the patient vomits blood from time to time, the anesthesiologist and nurses inside wear lead clothing, always ready for a third rescue.

Xie Yiren changed clothes and came in; seeing three or four people inside, she didn't enter, standing like an invisible person in a corner, watching Zheng Ren's back, her eyes shining.

This kind of surgery has been done once in Hai Cheng.

Because Hai Cheng's endoscopy suite and Xiao Hua Nei Ke cannot perform emergency gastric variceal band ligation, that time Xiao Hua Nei Ke used the most traditional three-lumen two-cuff tube compression, and then Zheng Ren and Su Yun performed the emergency TIPS Surgery.

Last time it worked; this time, it definitely can too!

Xie Yiren has confidence in Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren had donned his clothing; the Lead door had already slowly closed. The puncture set was in hand; the X-ray flat plate had already been reconstructed countless times in his mind; the specific puncture point, Zheng Ren had already determined.

It's fine; one attempt will succeed, Zheng Ren is full of confidence.

Even if there's a slight mishap, isn't there still the Luck +16 attribute? Zheng Ren's interest in tasks that add Luck Value is growing.

Such an invisible, intangible Luck Value truly has great benefits.

Zheng Ren even speculates that if Zhao Wenhua had such high Luck Value, the surgery would already be done; whether he comes or not truly makes little difference.

That unlucky bastard.

The puncture set went in smoothly; Zheng Ren glanced at the ECG Monitor, the values there shocking.

"Is there a three-lumen tube?" Zheng Ren asked while lowering the puncture set.

"Yes, should we open it now?" The nurse wearing lead clothing, having been busy for nearly an hour, was obviously tired, her voice weakened a bit.

"Get ready; on my side, after finishing the TIPS Surgery, I'll first use the three-lumen tube for compression, then whenever to do the band ligation, Director Luo will decide." Zheng Ren said.

This way of solving the problem has been outdated for many years. Some people think the side effects of the three-lumen two-cuff tube are greater, and it's not as good as orally taking Zhengbing Ice Salt Water.

Zheng Ren was saying when the patient's body suddenly convulsed, and a mouthful of venous blood spurted out.

Like a rain of blood, fresh blood sprayed onto the Shadowless Lamp, blood droplets tracing countless dark-red curves. Not beautiful, yet like countless invisible strangling ropes, they tightened around the patient's throat, threatening to strangle him.

This vomiting blood under extremely high pressure, the venous blood sprayed onto the Shadowless Lamp, then went straight up to the ceiling, and fell down drop by drop.

Zheng Ren's field of vision turned partly crimson.

The anesthesiologist and nurses were somewhat panicked, first instinctively wanting to avoid, but then realizing this was surgery, emergency rescue, they needed to do something.

The suction tube, in the First Time, was inserted into the agitated patient's nostril, drawing out streams of dark-red blood.

The anesthesiologist desperately pressed down on the patient's body, then to prevent the micro-pump that pumps venous blood into the rescue medication from being overturned onto the floor.

Blood rain fell, the entire Operating Room reeked of blood, as if one were in an endless sea of blood in boundless hell, with no end in sight.

Zhao Wenhua looked at the situation inside, after being anxious and startled, he also had some other vague thoughts.

I am fortunate; at least the patient did not die in my Shou Bing.

Then afterwards, could we make something out of this matter?

His IQ is extremely high, his mind works quickly; almost in an instant, he began to ponder how the patient died on the stage, what he needed to do to extricate himself, and to put the blame on Zheng Ren's head.