The Surgeon's Studio c1-799

by Black Ursa Prime

  Chapter 692 - Used His Remaining Heat

  Feng Xuhui was in a state of hemorrhagic shock. After the blood transfusion, his symptoms had obviously improved. However, the rebar was still in his body. This kind of surgery had to be carried out by Chengdu Provincial Hospital or Huaxi. It was just that his t.h.i.g.h had been penetrated. In the eyes of the Chengdu Provincial Hospital's doctors, it was not a big deal. He made a call and asked the doctors from the relevant departments to come down and work. For injuries like Feng Xuhui's, the Department of Trauma and the Orthopedics Department could also handle it. There was no fixed boundary. If it was a smaller hospital, the surgical department would not have enough subdivisions. In fact, the general surgery department would even handle it. As for other patients with severe pelvic fractures, the ICU would not be able to accommodate them. Moreover, there were more or less other fractures on their bodies, so they might as well just ask the orthopedics department to come down and take them all back. The Orthopedics Department was also full, but there was nothing they could do. Right now, other than the internal medicine department having beds, almost all the surgical departments were full. The orthopedics doctor wore an isolation suit and came down drowsily. With one look, one could tell that he had finished the surgery on the stage. He had just casually taken a nap in the duty room and was called down before he woke up. "What patient? Where did he come from?" "From Pengxi Village." When he heard that he came from Pengxi Village, he was relieved. Most of the patients were post-operative patients with pelvic fractures. It was enough to send them to the ward to receive blood transfusions and rehydration therapy. Even if there were complications, they would not appear within a few hours. "Oh, then I can still sleep for a while." The orthopedic doctor nagged. "I've been working for nearly 72 hours. When I fell asleep, I was woken up again. Let's hurry up. I should be able to get back into my dream if we finish up soon." "I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep." The doctor from the emergency department pointed at Feng Xuhui and said, "There's a steel bar injury. I have to hurry up and operate." "This young man..." The orthopedic doctor immediately became spirited. He made the handover and brought Feng Xuhui back to the department. The patients before the orthopedic surgery were all staying in their own wards. The patients who had pelvic fractures after surgery were arranged to stay in the internal medicine department and other departments that had beds. In short, everything was running for the patients who were transported from the frontline. The old diagnosis and treatment procedures in the hospital were non-existent. There were also very few patients who came to the hospital. Those who could endure it would stay at home and not go to the hospital to cause trouble. The orthopedic doctor called and asked when the operating theater would be free. Within a short period of time, all the operating theaters were fully booked. All they could do was wait. For injuries like Feng Xuhui's, although he did not injure any major arteries, he did not know the severity of the small arteries, capillary networks, and muscle tissues. The surgery could be big or small. It was best to go to the operating theater to receive the appropriate treatment. Since he did not have time to sleep, he would just have to check on the patients. The moment the orthopedic doctor got up, he saw an old doctor with white hair appear at the ward's entrance. "Chief Chen, why are you here?" The orthopedic doctor recognized him. This was the retired department chief of the Radiology Department at Chengdu Provincial Hospital. "I'm here to take a look around and see if there's any place that needs help." Chief Chen was already in his seventies and was in high spirits. Although he looked energetic, the orthopedic doctor knew that the old man would not be able to last for a few days and nights without sleeping. Moreover, the radiology department's doctors had to wear lead clothing when they performed interventional surgery. The old man might not even be able to perform a single surgery. "Old Chief, please take a seat." "No, I'm just here to see how many patients with pelvic fractures still need interventional embolization. After we finish the surgery and the patient is in the recovery stages, you can go on." "Yes, yes. There are still twelve patients waiting for surgery. It's alright." The old chief brought the orthopedic doctor to check on the twelve pre-operation patients. Feng Xuhui was also arranged to have a hospital bed while waiting for surgery. "Why are there so few patients who need to stop bleeding? I heard from the people in front that there were many similar injuries." "Aren't there a few interventional doctors who have landed in Pengxi Village Hospital? They are performing the surgery there so we brought back dozens of post-operation patients." "Is it only Pengxi Village Hospital?" Chief Chen asked but then realized the problem. "That's not right. I went to Pengxi Village Hospital once last year. They can only perform circulatory interventional surgery there but only have two machines. They can't really perform interventional surgery to stop the bleeding of pelvic fractures. What did you say just now? How many postoperative patients have they brought back?" The orthopedic doctor hesitated for a moment and remained next to the operating table. He did not know much about the situation. Seeing that the old chief's expression was beginning to change as if he was about to scold someone, he immediately went to find the matron. "Today, we shipped back 36 patients who have undergone interventional embolization for pelvic fractures. Their condition is very stable and most of the patients' blood pressure has already returned to normal." The matron had always been around. She knew more about the situation so she opened her mouth and spoke. "36 patients with pelvic fractures after interventional surgery? That's impossible!" Chief Chen frowned, and said seriously, "Take me to see them. If you've never done it, you wouldn't know how difficult it is to perform interventional surgery for severe pelvic fractures. I performed the first interventional surgery for severe pelvic fractures in our hospital 15 years ago. Do you know how long it took? Five hours!" Chief Chen said that as he stretched out his fingers. His five fingers stood out brightly. "There are many critical cases now but we can't be careless. We don't know what happened in the past but we can't just listen to naysayers. Those are all human lives!" The orthopedic doctor nodded repeatedly and complained in his heart. However, he did not dare to say anything. These old chief physicians had explosive tempers so he could only listen to what he said. Moreover, Chief Chen was not wrong. At times like these, he had to be even more careful. The head nurse respectfully led the two of them to the ward. The doctors were performing surgery upstairs and she was in charge of the rest. There were three beds, three patients, and three volunteer escorts in one ward. "Chief Chen, there are three patients here who have gone through interventional surgery. One of them has just been completed by our hospital and his blood pressure has not completely recovered yet. The other two patients were transported from Pengxi Village. Hemorrhagic shock has been corrected, and the ionic disorder is very mild. One of them has a fracture of the femoral shaft, which is closed. We should consider waiting for the surgery to be done at a later date." Although Chief Chen did not believe it, the patient's radiographic films and the brief introduction of Pengxi Village's conditions were very clear. The more he read, the more confused he became. Logically speaking, they were all patients with severe pelvic fractures so he could clearly see the large retroperitoneal hematoma. But the number of patients after surgery was too many... Could it be that a new equipment had been installed in Pengxi Village? After that, Huaxi would transfer people from all over the country to perform surgery? Otherwise, it would be impossible to transfer 36 patients after interventional surgery in one day. Before he could finish looking, the orthopedist's cellphone rang. There was finally an empty operating theater above. He quickly answered and brought Feng Xuhui to the operating theater. After that, he was accompanied by the matron as he continued reading the reports. Almost all the patients who had undergone pelvic fracture interventional surgery were no longer in a state of hemorrhagic shock. Their conditions were relatively simple. They had already woken up and were able to say a few words. Strange... Chief Chen could not understand it no matter how much he thought about it. He hobbled out of the ward with his h
ands behind his back.

  Chapter 693 - Which God Has Arrived?

  No, he had to go and take a look. Chief Chen had already made up his mind before he walked down the stairs. He did it even though it was already dark, the aftershocks were incessant, and he was already too old to participate in interventional surgery. Even though he knew that, he could still use his many years of clinical experience to check and fill in the gaps. The hospital was too busy. It was so busy that all the doctors were up in the operating theatres performing surgery. After the surgery, the patients could only be looked at by the doctors who came down to rest or handed over to the internal medicine doctors who came to support them. The number of surgeries had reached a certain extent. It was almost impossible to finish the surgery without a break. At times like this, making mistakes were common. No matter what they did, as long as they could do something, it would be good. The thin and shriveled figure became faster and faster. It was as if the rheumatism and arthritis he had suffered for so many years no longer existed. It was as if he had returned to his youth. Even if his hot blood spilled onto this piece of land, so what? Going downstairs and getting into the car his son was driving, Chief Chen said, "Let's go to the hospital in Pengxi Village." "Dad, what are you trying to do?" Chief Chen's son was puzzled. He was almost 50 years old and tired after being tortured for so long. Furthermore, his old man was over 70 years old. What would he do if something bad happened to him? Although he looked strong, he had a lot of underlying ailments that old people usually had. "I told you to go, so go. So much nonsense!" Chief Chen had a bad temper. He had not been sleeping well recently. In addition, he had seen countless injured people being sent to Chengdu so he was agitated and irritable. His son had no choice but to start the car and rush to Pengxi Village that night. Along the way, Chief Chen kept thinking about the situation in Pengxi Village and what had happened. It had already exceeded the scope of common medical knowledge. Maybe Huaxi's intervention department had brought over more than half of their mid-tier doctors to Pengxi Village as an outpost for emergency surgery... Furthermore, the hospital in Pengxi Village had been renovated in the past year... Otherwise, it was impossible for them to send so many patients to Chengdu Provincial Hospital in less than a day. Even so, it was absolutely impossible! Chief Chen was most afraid that he would be so busy that they would be swamped with work. He would mistakenly report the condition of the injured and in the end, it would lead to heavy casualties. It would be a pity if the people he saved with great difficulty really died because of these omissions. Chief Chen knew that his eyes were blurry, his legs were not agile, and his hands were shaking. He could go into a surgical room at all. In that case, he would go and take a look. He had to do his part and do his best. Otherwise, he would not be able to sleep at home. The night was endless. On the road leading to Pengxi village, there was an endless stream of cars. There were ambulances and all kinds of military and fire-fighting officers and soldiers who came to Chengdu. Without waiting, they went straight to the frontline. Although the aftershocks were endless, nothing could stop them. There were also many private cars and taxi owners who rushed to the frontline to see what they could do. Chief Chen had nothing to talk about with his son. He was not a doctor so he could not understand many things even if he told him. Chief Chen was silent the whole way. He had a lot on his mind. There were many cars and more people on the road. It was more crowded than usual. However, things were still good. Although the traffic was slow, they could still move forward. When they arrived at Pengxi Village Hospital, Chief Chen got off the car and went straight to the emergency department. His son wanted to get out to support him but was pushed away by him. What kind of joke was this? Supporting him? Could it be that the doctors here had to treat him as a patient or an injured person? He was here to contribute, not to cause trouble. However, the situation in Pengxi Township Hospital surprised Chief Chen. Things here were still good. It was orderly and not as chaotic as he had imagined. In his imagination, the hospital corridor should be filled with wounded people. The doctors and nurses had messy hair and were constantly changing liquids as they patrolled the ward. Outside the hospital, there should be continuous wails and all kinds of traffic jams. However, he saw that there were rows of temporary tents set up in the hospital compound. The injured that were sent down from the frontline were sent directly to the hospital for emergency treatment. The lightly injured were first placed in the tents and waiting for treatment. Other than the tents, there were two rows of cars lined up in an orderly manner. One row was less, it was the first-aid ambulance. The other row was a long line of volunteer cars that mainly consisted of taxis and private cars. Chief Chen observed for a few minutes and found that the seriously injured were sent to the first-aid ambulance while the lightly injured were sent to the volunteer convoy. Their management wasn't bad. At this time, it was still orderly and indeed beyond expectations. He drove his son to the side of the volunteer convoy. He could not make a trip empty-handed. It was also good to pull a few lighter injured people back. As for himself, Chief Chen planned to observe for a day. He did not walk directly into the hospital. Instead, he followed the flow of people to the reception and triage of the injured people who had come down from the frontline. Everyone was busy. No one noticed that there was an old man. Chief Chen watched quietly. Each of the injured people had a wristband with a number written on it. A professional was responsible for entering the information into the computer. At the same time, a few doctors who did not look like local doctors from Pengxi Village did a physical examination. They wrote down what tests needed to be done by hand, and volunteers sent the wounded to the corresponding departments. As for the seriously injured, they were first treated with fluids, blood collection, and examinations. Those who could be treated were treated on the spot. Those who could not be treated were carried to the first-aid ambulance waiting outside and sent to Chengdu. This place was really not bad. He approved of it very much in his heart. Chief Chen nodded and turned around to walk toward the interventional surgery department. A year ago, he had been invited by Chief Jiang. In the entire province, Chief Chen still had a rather high academic status. He knew where the interventional surgery department was so he did not need volunteers to guide him. When he found the interventional surgery department, he took a glance at it first. Compared to a year ago, there were no changes. The only difference was that outside the interventional surgery room, there were countless military beds. Patients were lying on them and beside them were simple drip trays. However, most of these temporary extra beds were empty and only about ten patients were lying on them. The door of the operating theater was left ajar. Chief Chen looked at it for a few minutes before a stretcher trolley was pushed out from inside. There was a seriously injured person lying on the stretcher. He was obviously a patient suffering hemorrhagic shock. Chief Chen judged that this should be a post-operative patient with a severe pelvic fracture and a retroperitoneal hematoma. There was a plastic bag on the c.h.e.s.t of the injured person. It was tied very tightly and there was a piece of paper inside. Just like the patient Chief Chen saw at Chengdu Provincial Hospital, he could guess what was written on it—the time of the consultation, the vital signs at that time, the treatment done, the blood type of the injured person, and how much blood was transfused, and so on. Chief Chen was very moved by the fact that he did not panic despite being so busy. After the injured was sent out, Chief Chen quickly made way for him. When Chief Jiang saw the old man, he hurriedly rubbed his eyes in disbelief. But after he confirmed that it was really Chief Chen, he quickly walked over and asked in puzzlement, "Chief Chen? Why are you here?" "Little Jiang, how many surgeries have you performed here?" "Over ten hours, we've done forty-five." Chief Jiang's face was filled with fatigue but he still remembered the number clearly. After all, the most serious injury was the pelvic fracture. It was impossible for there to be a large number of patients. Many of them would have ruptured organs. A small number of these patients would be operated on by Huaxi's doctors in Pengxi
Village Hospital, but the number of surgeries was limited. Most of them would not stay in Pengxi Village. They would be tested for their blood type and given blood. After that, they would be taken by the first-aid ambulance to Huaxi and Chengdu Provincial Hospital for emergency surgery. "So many? Which God has arrived in this hospital?"