Zheng Ren carried the large trolley case and ran to the dressing room of the operating room as light as a bird.
No matter how anxious you are, you must always ensure aseptic operation. This must be done as long as the earthquake relief operations are not in the same situation as when the earthquake center is running out of ammunition and food.
After hurriedly changing clothes, Gao Shaojie came in panting.
Neither of them spoke. Zheng Ren ran directly into the operating room carrying the trolley case.
"Boss Zheng, eight hands!" Gao Shaojie did not forget to shout at the end.
But this sentence is completely meaningless. The corridor of the operating room is in chaos. The wind is blowing under the feet of doctors and nurses. They are urging blood and looking for someone.
Director Lin from the Medical Office of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital accompanied Dean Li with a dark face and directed the rescue.
In fact, there is nothing to direct. Let the vascular department come and take a look. The probability of being sutured is not high.
Professor Zhan said this before the operation. Because of the presence of retroperitoneal paraganglioma, as long as there is a tear in the lower cavity, it cannot be sutured!
Director Jin, he should have been thrown onto the stage.
What we have to do now is to do our best. In Director Lin's view, all rescue efforts are just a waste of personnel.
What a deal! Even the professors in the imperial capital couldn't do it, Lao Jin's fate!
Once discovered, it was at an advanced stage and there was no chance of surgery.
Still a rare retroperitoneal paraganglioma...
Director Lin's eyes were a little dazed. It had nothing to do with the medical accident, he was just simply sad.
Although he did not have a close relationship with Director Jin, Director Jin belonged to the old director and was a classmate with Dean Li. Seeing the blood in the endoscopic lens blocking his field of vision, Director Lin felt uncomfortable.
"Why are you doing this kind of surgery in an ordinary operating room?" A seemingly familiar voice sounded, a little surprised and a little angry.
Who is this
There was chaos on and off the operating table.
Director Lin looked for the person who spoke. He remembered the voice and it was a very important person, but for a while he couldn't remember who it was.
Zheng Ren took a look at the ECG monitor. His blood pressure had dropped to 60 mm Hg, but his heart rate was still sinus, which meant he could still be saved.
On the operating table, laparoscopic surgery was being performed, but the forceps of the laparoscope were not taken out. Zheng Ren knew that this was the time of separation and bleeding, so he used hemostatic gauze to block the blood vessel rupture to prevent excessive bleeding and prepare for subsequent rescue operations. Gain a little meager time.
What made Zheng Ren angry was that the operating room turned out to be an ordinary operating room, not a hybrid operating room.
MD! He cursed bitterly in his heart.
"Boss Zheng, why are you here?" Director Lin searched hard and finally found to his surprise that it was Zheng Ren. He asked in surprise.
At that time, he wanted to recruit Boss Zheng to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital. Director Lin also went to the Dean of the Medical University to ask for a career establishment.
Unexpectedly, the Imperial Capital's 912 attack was earlier than his own, and the conditions given were more generous.
Just passing by a star of hope like this, Director Lin would feel very regretful every time he thought about this matter.
I didn’t expect to have a “chance encounter” in the operating room today.
"Can I help you?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Help? You have a way!" Director Lin asked in surprise.
"Try it first. If it doesn't work, hurry up and go to the hybrid operating room..." Zheng Ren was helpless when he said this.
With all kinds of tubes and ventilators, and under general anesthesia, the patient has to be moved to another operating room. It is estimated that the person will die as soon as he passes there.
"Sorry to trouble you!" Director Lin said immediately.
In this case, Dr. Zheng said there is still a way. Like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, Director Lin immediately agreed.
Director Jin is hopeless anyway, so it’s not a problem to give it a try.
Zheng Ren threw the large trolley case aside and strode to wash his hands.
"Boss, can we still be saved?" Su Yun followed behind and asked hurriedly.
"Try it." Zheng Ren said.
Gao Shaojie also arrived. He came in with Su Yun.
Seeing Boss Zheng striding to clean his hands, Gao Shaojie was stunned.
He knew Director Jin's situation very well. The retroperitoneal paraganglioma had invaded the inferior vena cava, and if it broke, the patient would be dead.
Boss Zheng, why...
Is he going to get a stent
Inferior vena cava stent? !
Gao Shaojie looked at Zheng Ren's back in astonishment as he brushed his hands, and was stunned for a moment.
The interventional department had no sense of presence. Before the operation, he vaguely felt that it should be arranged in a hybrid operating room, but this matter was decided solely by the hospital.
Gao Shaojie also wanted to ask Boss Zheng to perform surgery, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
Director Jin is very harsh on young professors, especially those with high technical level and who pose a great threat to himself.
The relationship between the two was not good. Gao Shaojie just looked on with cold eyes, not gloating about his misfortune, but he didn't take it seriously either.
He took another look and found that it was indeed an ordinary surgery room!
Boss Zheng must have surgery, Gao Shaojie thought to himself. He is really an all-rounder, he can do any kind of surgery, and he is very good at all kinds of surgeries.
Such people are really rare.
"Gao Shaojie, why did you bring the consumables dealer in?" Dean Li frowned and looked at the rescue on the operating table, and he scolded unhappily.
"Dean Li, he's not a supplies dealer, he's Boss Zheng from 912."
"Boss Zheng?"
"The dean is the one who I applied for a quota in the business establishment last year, but was poached by 912." Director Lin explained in a low voice.
"Huh? Why is he here? What is he going to do?" Dean Li asked.
No one could answer this question. The only person who could guess what Boss Zheng was going to do—Su Yun went to brush his hands along with him.
Soon, Zheng Ren finished washing his hands, raised his hands in front of his chest, and shouted: "Lao Gao, help me find sterile clothes."
"Okay!" Gao Shaojie responded and went to the sterile table next to the instrument table to see if there was a package of sterile clothing.
Generally speaking, there is a limit to how many sterile gowns are required for an operation, so many students and other unimportant people are not even qualified to wear sterile gowns.
"Boss Zheng, yes!" Gao Shaojie shouted in the panic of the crowd.
Zheng Ren came to the equipment table and said hurriedly, "Please give me iodophor gauze."
The instrument nurse was so busy that she completely ignored Zheng Ren's presence and his request for iodophor gauze for disinfection, and hurriedly handed the instruments to the operating table.
"Turn over the gauze!" Zheng Ren roared when no one paid attention.
The sound was so loud that the entire operating room seemed to tremble, the echoes buzzed, and the panicked operating room immediately fell silent.
"It's fatal to open it now. Can it stop the bleeding? Please be quiet!" Zheng Ren said angrily.
The little nurse was frightened. Gao Shaojie said quickly: "Hurry up and give Boss Zheng gauze and give me an oval forceps."
Although panicked, the nurse still paid attention to the aseptic operation, put the gauze into a curved plate, and handed it to Zheng Ren.
After disinfection, Zheng Ren took the clothes Gao Shaojie picked up with oval pliers, threw them into the sky, and put them on neatly.
Gao Shaojie tied Boss Zheng's belt like an intern.
"Is Xiao Feng coming up?" Zheng Ren continued to yell.
This kind of rescue, even if the voice is small, no one will pay attention to it.
But at this moment, only Boss Zheng's voice echoed in the operating room.
"It's coming, it's coming." Feng Xuhui had already opened the large trolley case in the corridor outside the operating room.
Without even taking a breath, he asked again: "Boss Zheng, do you want a vascular covered stent, right?"