Zheng Ren did not change clothes, but asked Yang Lei to bring the next patient directly.
After calling Chu Yanran for anesthesia, Zheng Ren prepared for the next operation.
I called Yang Lei and heard the news that the emergency department had admitted three more patients with appendicitis during the operation time.
Zheng Ren glanced at Director Kong with a resentful look.
"You guys are very busy." Director Kong didn't realize it, but just sighed. There were continuous emergency patients, and he had to find time to deal with some difficult and complicated diseases. The emergency department was more difficult than he imagined.
Unlike Imperial City, the emergency building is a top-level hospital, with clear responsibilities for each department.
As for difficult and complicated diseases, just ask the patient to call a specialist during the day.
But in Haicheng, you can't do this.
If Zheng Ren was really "deceived" to come to the imperial capital, Haicheng would be in a mess, and Director Kong's old face would be full of shame.
And now it is just communication and exchange, not confirmation of work.
When Director Kong and Professor Rudolf Wagner were chatting just now, it was determined that the professor would leave in the next few days to prepare for the registration for the Nobel Prize in Medicine, which will be due on January 31 next year.
As a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Medicine, I will get Zheng Ren to 912 no matter what the cost.
Thinking about it, the operation has started again.
Appendicitis, appendicitis, appendicitis, cholecystitis.
The assistant changed from Yang Lei to Su Yun, and from Su Yun to Yang Lei. Zheng Ren stayed in the operating room and performed one operation after another.
Director Kong initially felt that Zheng Ren was not only good at interventional surgery, but also performed beautiful surgeries as well.
But the more you watch it, the more you become numb.
In his mind, the only feeling was that the local hospital was really not easy.
Emergency rooms came one after another, and it seemed that my previous judgment was wrong.
At least three inpatients must be arranged to come over... No, at least four. Zheng Ren wouldn't say it anymore, Su Yun is not worth two doctorate degrees.
If this exchange and support were regarded as a deal, Director Kong was already calculating what price he should pay.
From 3:30, I operated all the way to 11 o'clock in the evening.
This is the result of Zheng Ren's skillful technique and tacit cooperation with the emergency department and operating room.
Director Kong was certain that if it were another hospital, even the Imperial Capital, a team of people would not be able to perform so many emergency surgeries in six or seven hours.
He was already hungry, but seeing Zheng Ren, Su Yun and others busy all the way, he was embarrassed to say he wanted to eat.
Not only was he hungry, Director Kong was also sleepy.
In the imperial capital, he went to bed on time at 22 o'clock every night. Unless there is a mission from the health care team, it will not change.
Sitting on the small round stool in the operating room, Director Kong let out a big sigh.
On that side, laparoscopic gallbladder surgery has been completed, and Zheng Ren is doing post-processing.
"Su Yun, you can take Director Kong back to the hotel and sleep first." Zheng Ren ordered.
"No, no, no." Su Yun didn't say anything, but Director Kong spoke first, "As promised, I want to see the volume of your surgeries and emergency rooms. We need to have first-hand information, so we can't go back early."
Having said that, Director Kong's tone was full of exhaustion.
if…
If they were more polite, they would just agree to it, Director Kong thought to himself.
But, next, no one spoke.
On the operating table, several people were already talking about who to send out to buy midnight snacks, which store to buy, and what to buy.
Shouldn't you be polite to yourself? Do local hospitals do things so directly
Director Kong was stunned.
But he was too embarrassed to say anything, after all, he had just rejected Zheng Ren's kindness.
These young people are really down to earth.
Director Kong let out another big sigh of relief, his head was a little dizzy.
On the other side, Chu Yanzhi had already stepped down and was about to drive to buy supper + dinner. Zheng Ren turned around and came down. Before he could speak to Director Kong, the cell phone in the pocket of his isolation suit rang.
So helpless, Zheng Ren looked at Director Kong, with countless resentments entangled deep in his heart.
"Brother Zhou, hello."
"Oh, okay. Bring the film over to me for a look, and then prepare to push the patient onto the stage."
"Okay, okay, hang up."
Zheng Ren hung up the phone and put the phone back into his trouser pocket helplessly.
"Is there another emergency?" Director Kong asked.
"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded and said, "The Department of Orthopedics admitted a severe pelvic fracture from a county hospital below in the afternoon. After observing it for two hours, the patient's blood pressure continued to drop and there was a large retroperitoneal hematoma. It is estimated that interventional embolization will be required."
Zheng Ren was also helpless. After Director Kong said those words, the tragic night he expected gradually became a reality.
The reality was a bit worse than Zheng Ren expected.
I really wish I could drive Director Kong back to the imperial capital, and come to Haicheng to do whatever he wants.
It is estimated that if it had been Zhao Yunlong or Fang Lin, Su Yun would have sprayed it. Not only Su Yun, but also the honest and honest Zheng Ren had to spray them to death.
But Director Kong...
Su Yun and Zheng Ren both maintained respect, but only complained in their hearts.
Zheng Ren didn't even leave the operating room. After a few minutes, he received a call and came to the door of the operating room.
Opening the door, Dr. Zhou, an orthopedic surgeon, was surrounded by a group of patients' family members and stood outside.
"Brother Zhou, give me the patient's film." Zheng Ren was not polite. The key was that he didn't have time to be polite and said it directly.
Dr. Zhou did not directly hand the film bag to Zheng Ren, but found the nearest pelvic CT scan and took it.
Zheng Ren took a look under the light and saw a large retroperitoneal hematoma. In addition to Dr. Zhou's explanation, the patient's blood pressure continued to drop, and it was certain that the venous plexus was ruptured.
"Get ready for the operation." Zheng Ren said, "Family members and those in charge will stay."
"Thank you for your hard work." Dr. Zhou said politely.
It is indeed a very hard thing to perform emergency interventional surgery in the middle of the night. But there is no way. It is hard to say whether the patient can survive until tomorrow morning. Even if he could survive it, he would probably be in extremely poor condition and be on the verge of death.
There is no such thing as day or night when it comes to emergency care.
Dr. Zhou left with most of the people to push the patient onto the stage. Several family members who could take charge stayed behind and prepared to sign.
Zheng Ren took a look and asked, "Who is the patient's lover?"
An honest and honest middle-aged woman said weakly: "Doctor, I am."
"Come with me." Zheng Ren then put on shoe covers without changing his shoes, pulled on his slippers and took the patient's family to the office of the emergency ward.
Director Kong followed behind, his body gradually getting tired, as if there were sandbags tied to his legs.
He couldn't help but sigh that young people still had to do the emergency work. With my old arms and legs, I really can’t do it.
As soon as the thought flashed across his mind, he suddenly thought of old Director Pan.
A different feeling arose in my heart.