"Brother, are you okay?" A doctor hurried over carrying a mercury sphygmomanometer.
"It's okay." Zheng Ren opened his eyes, his eyes clear and bright.
Seeing that Zheng Ren spoke clearly, the doctor was relieved, but still took his blood pressure.
My blood pressure is fine, just slightly lower than normal.
"Let's go to another operating room and find an orthopedic department or an external hand for suturing." A young nurse said, "Let me help you so you don't fall."
"No, thank you." Zheng Ren closed his eyes and forced a smile.
Zheng Ren knew that he had to leave immediately. Because the situation was urgent, unconventional operations were performed.
After hemostasis and surgery, Fang Lin, who was lying on the operating table receiving emergency treatment, faced the problem of severe infection.
Compared with the sterile state of the outpatient clinic and the sterile operating room, the difference is more than just a bottle of iodophor.
After you leave, the operating room must be re-disinfected during the operation to avoid bacterial contamination as much as possible.
This is one of the necessary conditions for a successful rescue. You have done everything you should do.
leftover,
Leave it to fate.
Standing up slowly while holding on to the wall, Zheng Ren felt a little dizzy. The tension and all-out rescue efforts just now caused the body's hormone levels to increase overall.
But now, I have done everything I should do. When I am "free", I feel severe pain all over my body, especially the injured left shoulder, which makes one arm useless. It hurts so much when I move.
I hope nothing happens, Zheng Ren thought.
At this moment, Zheng Ren realized that his status could not be seen on the system panel in the upper right corner of his field of vision...
This big pig's hooves of the system, don't you know how to set it up? Zheng Ren's thoughts galloped like a wild horse.
But it only lasted for a moment, and then Zheng Ren felt weak and had no strength to even stand.
Barely holding on to the sensor door of the operating room, Zheng Ren gasped for air.
A young nurse held Zheng Ren's uninjured arm and slowly walked out of the operating room.
"This side." The young nurse led Zheng Ren to the operating room next to him and turned on the shadowless light.
Zheng Ren smiled bitterly and was helped to lie down.
He never thought that one day he would be lying on the operating bed under the shadowless lamp.
"Brother, which hospital is this? The emergency department is really good at stopping bleeding!" the little nurse gave Zheng Ren a thumbs up and praised.
Most people would be confused when they see a scene dripping with blood. But this is an operating room, one of the few large tertiary hospitals in the country. What scene have you not seen before
The little nurse took a quick look at the mere trauma, and based on the blood flow and Zheng Ren's condition, she concluded that the injury was not fatal.
Habitually chatting a few words to relieve the patient's tension has become instinctive.
Moreover, the heroic appearance of Zheng Ren and the injured Fang Lin just being pushed in was really shocking, and the little nurse fell to the ground in admiration.
"From Haicheng."
"..." The little nurse seemed to have never heard of the name Haicheng, and was startled. "I saw the 50ml syringe needle. Does he still have tension pneumothorax?"
"Yes, yes." Zheng Ren closed his eyes under the shadowless lamp and said slowly: "Liver rupture, penetrating injury to the whole liver. Diaphragm rupture, penetrating injury to the lower lobe of the right lung, bronchial artery rupture, tension pneumothorax. Replenish blood, a lot of , if you have the ability and the situation permits, find a thoracic surgery department to open the surgery at the same time."
Hearing these familiar words and looking at the unfamiliar people in front of him, who were from unknown cities, the little nurse who was preparing for the operation was stunned.
"Go tell them, a closed drainage is definitely not enough." Zheng Ren murmured, "Right away!"
Although the words were spoken softly, they were full of majesty.
This is not a patient, he is clearly the head of the department, and he has to stick to his word. A slightly timid department director would not dare to say such a thing in the operating room.
The little nurse was surprised, but what Zheng Rengang said was like a respected old professor. She did not hesitate, nodded in agreement, and turned to leave.
As she hurried to the operating room next door, the nurse repeated what Zheng Ren said, for fear of forgetting something and delaying the rescue.
Lying quietly on the operating table, a little cold. The light from the shadowless lamp is a bit dazzling from the current angle.
Zheng Ren was silent, waiting silently for the results of the operation.
A few minutes later, the nurse came back and said: "When I went there, the thoracic surgery department was already making orders and preparing to open the surgery at the same time. I also told them your instructions."
Zheng Ren said an inaudible "hmm" and closed his eyes. This time, I was finally relieved.
Soon after, two doctors came to the operating room and began preparing sutures.
Silence, it seems that there is endless silence in front of me.
Zheng Ren didn't like this feeling;
He liked the feeling of Xie Yi's crooked eyebrows and when he reached out his hand, a familiar instrument was slapped on his hand.
He likes Chu Yanzhi's incomparable Zhonger shouting "Burn my calories."
He likes Chu Yanran to sit quietly on the side of the patient's head and carefully record vital signs and medication dosage.
He likes the friendly and familiar way Chang Yue communicates with patients.
He likes... Su Yun's sarcastic bitch, when I think about it now, I feel extremely affectionate.
They are the hope in this endless bloodshed.
"How's it going over there?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.
"The bones are not injured, it's just a subcutaneous injury. It's not serious." The doctor who was suturing Zheng Ren subconsciously replied.
But he immediately understood that Zheng Ren was asking about the rescue in the operating room next door.
If it were an ordinary patient, no one would pay attention. But the doctor who was suturing Zheng Ren knew what Zheng Ren had done during this rescue operation.
"Hey, come here," the doctor called.
"What?" the circulating nurse responded.
"What's going on there?" the doctor asked.
"Thoracic surgery and general surgery are opened at the same time. The thoracic department has repaired the bronchial arteries, is suturing the lung lobes, and repairing the diaphragm. The general surgery is suturing the liver. The blood pressure can be measured, and the high pressure is 50." After the man at the door answered, he left again. .
"It's not bad," the doctor said.
Zheng Ren nodded.
Blood pressure can be measured, which is the best news.
Once the bleeding point is found, the bleeding is stopped, and with blood transfusion and fluid rehydration, Fang Lin still has a chance to be rescued.
Of course, it's just a matter of chance. For this type of severe trauma, perioperative treatment after surgery is also critical.
But Zheng Ren believes that the strength here, the top level in the country, if it can't be saved, it will be a fate.
Ten minutes later, the wound on the shoulder was sutured.
Because he was wearing thicker clothes in winter, the gangster's stabbing with the knife caused more damage. However, when he was struck on the shoulder, the strength of his clothes was removed, and it only caused some skin trauma, leaving no damage to the muscles.
After suturing and partial bandaging, the doctor who sutured Zheng Ren helped him up and out of the operating room.
"I'll take you to the inpatient department," the doctor said.
"No, I'll just sit at the door of the operating room for a while." Zheng Ren said lightly.