Chapter 91: 0089 First Snow of the 2*** Year

The entire surgical process was very tense; Chu Yan zhi wiped Zheng Ren's sweat three times, and the bullet comments in the live broadcast room were much fewer than usual.

Many doctors in the live broadcast room turned off the bullet comments and watched the broadcast quietly; only young, lively doctors liked the relaxed atmosphere, watching and chatting at the same time.

The tenser it got, the more they needed to crack a couple of jokes, otherwise the surgical movements would become distorted.

Only after Zheng Ren completely detached the appendix did the atmosphere slightly ease.

The appendix after anthrax was very fragile, like thin charcoal, crumbling at the slightest touch.

When Zheng Ren had taken out the whole anthrax-affected appendix from the abdominal cavity, many doctors who had previously doubted him all knelt down.

【He really could make a specimen out of it.】

【This is simply a legendary king, never having made a mistake.】

【This skill is awe‑inspiring! I've done a few anthrax appendix cases, and no matter how careful, they always come out in pieces. Continue to worship the god.】

In the live broadcast room, doctors used bullet comments to express their admiration and reverence for the surgeon.

In the operating room, seeing the appendix removed whole, the traces of bleeding at the adhesions were faint, almost invisible.

Chu Yanran and Chu Yan zhi exchanged a glance, seeing infinite surprise in each other's eyes.

"Irrigate with gentamicin."

"Irrigate with warm saline."

"Has the antibiotic sensitivity test been done? Negative, good, open three vials of ceftriaxone."

One instruction after another, one step after another, simple and swift.

One appendectomy took a record‑breaking 1 hour 32 minutes before Zheng Ren finished the surgery.

On that appendix night, such a length of time would have been enough for Zheng Ren to perform ten surgeries, even counting anesthesia time.

At the instant the abdomen was closed, Zheng Ren felt a sense that his technique had been elevated.

The harder the surgery, the more it forges a person.

Moreover, Zheng Ren was performing the surgery alone, with no assistant and no one to consult.

Every choice had to be made by himself.

A single mistaken decision could lead to complicated postoperative complications, even patient death.

This is pressure, and also motivation.

Zheng Ren moves forward under pressure, and also attains elevation when the pressure disappears.

After closing the abdomen, Zheng Ren sutured the subcutaneous tissue and used a No. 7 triangular needle to close the skin.

The surgery ended, the patient's vital signs were stable, with no mishap.

Zheng Ren was greatly surprised; this person's physical condition was excellent, enduring two hours of general anesthesia while in septic shock, yet showing no signs of complications or cardiac arrest.

This person does not resemble a vagrant; vagrants usually have low physical fitness due to long‑term malnutrition and insufficient caloric intake, making general anesthesia surgery risky.

Yet he, though looking skinny and bony, was as strong as a fighting bull.

Zheng Ren hoped that his postoperative recovery would be just as swift.

Sending the patient back to the ward, since there was no attendant, Director Pan specially arranged for a nurse to provide one‑on‑one care in his room.

No matter how you say it, it is still a human life.

A wealthy, powerful family is still a life.

A penniless vagrant is still a life.

Before a doctor, as long as it is within one's ability, all lives carry equal weight.

After stepping down, Zheng Ren saw Chang Yue writing the case report of an unidentified patient in the doctors' office.

As usual, there was no sign that she had drunk all night the previous evening.

If one had to point out a difference—her hair seemed a bit damp, as if she had just taken a shower.

In one night, she drank 11 cases of "big green sticks"……264 bottles……171,600 ml……

Yet she felt nothing at all, and her expression showed no fatigue.

The handsome guy who had been drinking with her was still receiving an IV in the doctors' duty room.

Awesome! Zheng Ren gave Chang Yue a mental thumbs‑up.

"Go rest when you're done writing." Zheng Ren, unusually high in emotional intelligence, said softly to Chang Yue.

"Not tired." Chang Yue kept a straight face and replied stiffly.

However, judging by her speech speed and tone, this girl basically hadn't drunk much; she seemed perfectly fine.

Zheng Ren was utterly impressed.

After learning that Zheng Ren had stepped down, Director Pan rushed over.

"Regarding the hospital's cost guarantee, I've spoken with the Medical Department; it's tough. Try to save a bit, then I'll have an easier time when I go again." Director Pan said somewhat helplessly.

"Understood." Zheng Ren nodded.

The hospital had fully accounted for costs; for someone like this unidentified person, the welfare department didn't care at all, and all expenses fell on the hospital, doctors, and nurses.

Save where we can, but treatment must still be given; we can't just watch someone die.

"Come on, let's check the quarantine rooms." Director Pan then said with a smile. It was obvious he didn't want these trivial matters to dampen Zheng Ren's mood.

Arriving at the postoperative patient's ward, vital signs were steady, the general anesthesia had fully worn off, and the person displayed strong, vigorous vitality, evident from his drug metabolism.

Internal seepage and pus were suctioned out, and body temperature also dropped.

Looking at this situation, Zheng Ren was relatively optimistic about the patient's future recovery.

Leaving the ward, the two went to check Lin Yuan Shan's father's room. Lin Yuan Shan wasn't there; the attendant was a middle‑aged woman.

The old man had already awakened; perhaps years of gallbladder inflammation had dulled his sensitivity to pain. A bottle of painkiller, and he still feels no pain to this day.

But the old man wanted to drink water; since the fasting period wasn't over, he started causing a disturbance.

That's just how old‑time children are; really there was no other way, so Zheng Ren and Director Pan finally decided to bind the old man's limbs to the bed with restraints, lest he pull out his own gastric tube.

Zheng Ren called over a nurse, just as he was explaining his intention, Chang Yue appeared coldly at the doorway.

"No need for now, I'll chat with the patient a while." Chang Yue's expression was cold; even facing Director Pan, she wore a stiff, rigid look.

Director Pan was a bit puzzled, but he was accustomed to preserving the dignity of junior doctors in front of patients' families.

This is a good habit, but Chang Yue fails to understand it.

Leaving the ward, Zheng Ren and Director Pan returned to the office, where they chatted briefly.

Upon hearing that after dinner last night he went out for a late-night snack and engaged in drinking games, Director Pan took particular interest. In his youth, he was likely a heavy drinker, but as he aged and his blood pressure and lipids rose, he drank less and less.

But he was clearly especially interested in young people's drinking games.

When he heard that Chang Yue and Su Yun each drank eleven boxes of big green sticks, Director Pan burst out laughing, "Just like my troops!"

Zheng Ren's face darkened.

"Being able to drink makes a good soldier?" For Zheng Ren, who is allergic to alcohol, this was absolutely a ten-thousand-point critical hit.

As the two were chatting, Chang Yue walked in, her tone flat, saying, "The patient's condition is stable."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Zheng Ren and Director Pan both looked at Chang Yue in surprise.

"What did you say to him?" Director Pan wondered inwardly; no wonder he could befriend someone whose eyes were red with killing—he's truly impressive.

"I just soothed his emotions and chatted with him." Chang Yue said lightly, "Old people are like children; it's simple."

"How is Su Yun? Is he alright?" Director Pan asked with concern.

"He's fine, no need to check." Zheng Ren shook his head, "I just saw the nurses taking turns caring for him; they probably argued over who would get to look after him."

Su Yun is just a little master; why bother worrying about him? With that time, he'd be better off reading books or making rounds.

Thinking of his own single-dog life, Zheng Ren sighed, stood up, and gazed out the window.

The earth was a vast white expanse; I don't know when it started snowing. Looking out, heaven and earth were pure white, large flakes falling onto the windowsill and instantly turning to water.

"Huh? It's snowing; today will probably be busy." Director Pan didn't marvel at the beauty of the first snow; his first reaction was that today would be hectic.