One hundred and sixty-two patients with severe pelvic fractures? If we had counted from the very beginning, it would have been possible to have five or six consecutive surgeries in more than three days.
However, there are only a few interventional doctors, so who is doing the surgery here
He fell silent, his numb limbs and brain unable to support him from thinking about other things. All the energy is devoted to surgery, which seems to be endless.
Arriving at the interventional operating room, there were busy nurses in the corridor, and more than a dozen seriously injured patients were lying on extra beds outside.
It can be seen that these seriously injured people have limbs that have been pressed by heavy objects for a long time, resulting in necrosis.
For this kind of wounded, there is no other solution except amputation. Mr. Sun was silent. He always felt ashamed of these wounded people.
Why are there no newer and more advanced medical methods that can save limbs? !
The pace quickened, as if he had done something wrong, Mr. Sun walked straight into the operating room.
"Where are the people?" Mr. Sun asked.
"I fell asleep sitting inside." Director Jiang pointed to the operating room and said.
"Why don't you go to the duty room and take a rest?" Mr. Sun frowned.
"While talking, Dr. Zheng fell asleep." Director Jiang sighed, suppressing all kinds of emotions. "There are only two operating rooms. The other one is Dr. Zheng's assistant and the doctor who just arrived from the Mayo Clinic in the United States. Professor Mu came back and performed the surgery together. In this operating room, Dr. Zheng is the only one."
It's enough to say it to this extent.
Mr. Sun was a little surprised, but had no more emotions. Everyone is the same, everyone has reached their limit, but they are still struggling.
But something seemed wrong. Mr. Sun was a little dizzy and didn't notice these details.
Director Jiang opened the airtight lead door of the operating room and the three of them walked in.
Zheng Ren tilted his head, wearing a blue disposable sterile surgical gown and sleeping soundly.
Xie Ning's eyes were a little complicated, and he looked at Zheng Ren with focused eyes.
"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Zheng?" Director Jiang called softly.
Although I couldn't bear it, I had just passed by the injured who needed amputation. No matter how reluctant I was, I had to wake him up.
"The orthopedic surgeon is here? Have you cooperated with the intervention?" Zheng Ren's slight snoring disappeared immediately, and his ethereal voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep.
Director Jiang said nothing and glanced at Mr. Sun.
"I have cooperated." Mr. Sun nodded.
Zheng Ren opened his eyes and smiled when he saw three people in front of him.
The smile touched the bruises on his face, and there was a burst of pain, and he seemed to be more energetic.
"How long have I slept?" Zheng Ren asked.
"About ten minutes."
"Oh, that's enough." Zheng Ren immediately stood up from the ground, tore off the disposable sterile clothing and threw it into the medical waste trash can, "Start now, this..."
"This is Mr. Sun from the Department of Orthopedics." Director Jiang introduced.
"Mr. Sun, please watch in the operation room. After I'm done, if there are any questions, the two of us can discuss it." Zheng Ren's tone was very calm, but there was an air that could not be refused.
Is this an order from a superior doctor
Mr. Sun is very familiar with this kind of polite-sounding but condescending statement.
If it were a provincial hospital, the only people who could talk to him like this were the director of the interventional department and a retired old professor.
After all, we are not in the same department, so we have to be polite to each other. Although he was polite, the superior doctor's demeanor remained unchanged.
This... looks very young. Where does this kind of confidence come from? And... Mr. Sun felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
He did not refute, but nodded, helped carry the injured person to the operating table, and then exited the operating room.
"Director Jiang, can I do it alone?" Mr. Sun asked when he saw Zheng Ren standing alone in the operating room, looking so helpless.
"He can do it alone... faster than the two people next door." Director Jiang said with a smile.
At this moment, Mr. Sun realized what was wrong just now.
"Director Jiang, I see there are bruises on Dr. Zheng's face. What's going on?" asked Mr. Sun.
"He and his assistant came down from the front line." Director Jiang said, "We have been here for a day and a half and haven't taken a breath yet."
What Director Jiang cared about was that Zheng Ren didn't take a breath, while Mr. Sun shivered.
day and a half? Have you performed more than a hundred interventional embolization surgeries for pelvic fractures
No, I must have thought wrong. No one would perform surgery so quickly. Something must be wrong...
"Well, Zheng Ren and Su Yun arrived at Pengxi Township Hospital yesterday afternoon. So far, they have performed 36 hours of surgery and completed interventional embolization of pelvic fractures... Together with Professor Mu, they have completed 162 surgeries." Xie Ning said The cold big data was spoken next to it.
Not sleeping for 36 hours is still a small thing.
But 162 surgeries were performed
Mr. Sun was surprised and frowned.
Normally, Mr. Sun would definitely think that this was false data, and the person who made the data didn't understand medical care at all.
How long does an operation take on average? Isn't this nonsense
But now is emergency rescue time, and Uncle Ning is not the kind of person who talks nonsense and makes no sense.
Mr. Sun stood in front of the operating table in confusion, preparing to watch Zheng Ren operate.
The injured person had a fractured tibia and fibula. The area 5cm below the knee joint had been pressed by a heavy object for a long time and had become necrotic. Above the knee joint, the edema spread to 1/2 of the thigh.
The injured person's thigh was as swollen as a steamed bun. If he were in the operating room, he would have to amputate it from the hip joint down.
Even if the skin edge of the edema area is sutured, it will not heal due to lack of blood supply. After barely suturing, it ended up being necrotic and required a second stage of surgery.
What is he going to do? Mr. Sun concentrated, looking through the leaded glass as Zheng Ren disinfected, put on sterile surgical gown, laid out sheets, stood on the right side of the injured, and started the operation.
"Mr. Sun, will Dr. Zheng's thrombectomy help your surgery?" Director Jiang asked.
Although he engages in circulatory intervention and occasionally performs thrombectomy, Director Jiang does not know much about the procedure of thrombectomy on limbs, let alone what orthopedics will do after thrombectomy.
"It helps. Generally, one less leg can be amputated. The specific length depends on the level of interventional and orthopedic surgeons." Mr. Sun said.
"In your opinion, in normal times, where would the injured person's limbs be amputated?" Director Jiang asked.
"The knee joint cannot be saved, and we can only keep an extra section of the thigh. After the operation, the injured can use prosthetic limbs to support walking, which will make it easier." Mr. Sun was confident and quickly made his judgment clear.
If so, it doesn't mean much.
But Dr. Zheng inside insisted that he could do it, so just take a look, but Mr. Sun didn't care.
Although it doesn't mean much, it is meaningful after all.
Xie Ning stood nearby, silent and staring at Zheng Ren behind the leaded glass.
The circulating nurse came out, closed the airtight lead door, and the operation began.