Chapter 696 - Old Man Worries
Chief Chen looked inside. Zheng Den weakly tore off his sterile clothes and threw them into the medical waste bin, preparing for the next surgery. When he turned around, he saw someone staring at him. 'Who is this person? 'Do I know him?' Zheng Ren glanced at Chief Chen. He was wearing a mask and his smile was covered. He only used his eyes to express his goodwill. "Are you Doctor Zheng?" Chief Chen asked when he saw Zheng Ren smile at him. "Yes, you are..." Zheng Ren perked up and asked. At this moment, Zheng Ren was very hungry and his body had reached its limit. However, he did not dare to rest. He did not dare to waste his time on a meal or a nap. He used all his energy for surgery. After the surgery, his body tried to recover itself and he looked a little absent-minded. "I'm..." Chief Chen was also stunned. How would he introduce himself? The retired chief of Chengdu Provincial Hospital? Or something else? No matter what, there seemed to be a problem. "Young man, it's very awkward to perform surgery alone, right? I'll give you a hand when you get off the stage," Chief Chen said. "I'm old and can't do too much but one or two won't be a problem." Zheng Ren yawned and said, "Please rest. I'll be fine on this side alone. If you come up, the surgery won't be that fast." Chief Chen was furious. Were all young people nowadays so arrogant? Even if the surgery was done well, did he not know that surgery was not performed by one person? "Look, my own assistant has already been sent over to help Professor Mu." Zheng Ren, Chief Jiang, and the others carried the next patient onto the operating table listlessly. "By the way, what happened to your assistant? I saw him hit Mu Tao with the hemostatic forceps," Chief Chen asked. "I guess professor mu did something wrong and he helped to correct it." Although Zheng Ren did not see the situation with his own eyes, he instantly guessed the reason that was close to the truth. "Teach Mu Tao surgery?" Chief Chen was stunned. Young people were really good at bragging but...he was also a little absent-minded. He did not know why, but he vaguely felt that these words were true. He recalled the scenes in his memory. It was really not flirting, but teaching surgery instead. "Since you can teach surgery, why not let your assistant be the chief surgeon? It'll be faster this way." Chief Chen still did not believe it. He knew Mu Tao's level. There did not seem to be many people who were qualified to teach someone like Mu Tao surgery. He quickly found the flaw in Zheng Ren's words and asked that question. "That guy's level is about the same as professor Mu's but his eyesight is better." Zheng Ren listlessly answered Chief Chen's question. He walked to brush his hands and began to doze off. "But after this, I estimate that his skill level will increase by leaps and bounds." Chief Chen was a little surprised. What exactly did these young people eat to grow up? Why were they all so fierce? The standard of Imperial Capital doctors was high, but it definitely would not be to such an extent. He had a thought and followed Zheng Ren to scrub his hands. At his age, if he wanted to scrub his hands and take the stage, he could not be kicked out by the young man in front of him, right? "The key is that he is a cardiosurgery major. He only participated in the surgery for a few months and has only really practiced it a few times. He can only teach Mu Tao. If he does it himself, he has to show his cowardice. He's not that stupid," Zheng Ren spoke the truth as if he was talking to himself. Uh... A cardiosurgery major... He only watched the surgery for a few months... Chief Chen was cursing in his heart. Forget it. Forget it. I'll just scrub my own hands and go on stage. 'First, I'll help. Since I'm already here and there's still room for me, I'll come up and lend a hand. Second, I'll have a closer look at this young man's level.' He did not really believe Zheng Ren's words. Zheng Ren saw that Chief Chen was also wearing lead clothes and scrubbed his hands. He wanted to say a few words of advice but when he saw his silver hair and skinny, withered body, his heart ached for no reason. He did not say anything and started to disinfect. Soon, the surgery began. Chief Chen followed the standard procedure as an assistant but made mistakes time and time again. He did not use a normal guide wire. Instead, he used a micro-guide wire. He did not confirm the position of the micro-guide wire and began to step on the line. The micro-guide wire was at the edge of the internal iliac artery branch. A guide wire? It did not seem to be necessary. The surgeon operated with his left and right hands. There was no difficulty in the super selection. The only thing that was needed was to apply the medicine. It was just a matter of pressing a button. Chief Chen even felt that he was hindering the surgeon through his action of pressing a button. However, he was really skilled in his selection despite the fact that he looked so listless that he was about to fall asleep. However, no matter how difficult the internal iliac artery branch selection was, it was all a success. He did not even hesitate or test it out. This was really... "Doctor Zheng, who's your teacher?" Chief Chen asked after a moment of surprise. Such a young and talented person must have learned from a prestigious family. A few names of big shots who had intervened appeared in Chief Chen's mind. They were probably among these few people. There was no escaping it! "My teacher is Old Chief Physician Pan," Zheng Ren said casually. "Pan... Professor Pan Jie of Concorde?" The only person that Chief Chen could think of with the surname Pan was a demon. "No, it's Chief Physician Pan of Sea City General Hospital's emergency department." Zheng Ren completed the selection of a blood vessel and made a hand gesture. Chief Chen quickly interrupted his thoughts and began to administer medicine. After completing the embolism of a blood vessel, Zheng Ren began the selection of the next step. Only then did Chief Chen start to ponder. Sea City? Sea City General Hospital? Even though he did not know where Sea City was, it was obvious that it was only a city-level hospital. Moreover, it was not the department of Interventional medicine, but the emergency department. What kind of mess was this? Was his judgment wrong yet again? While he was thinking about it, he was also observing Zheng Ren's selection. Chief Chen did not want to delay the medication and the surgery because of these thoughts. He had always remembered what he was here for. As for these questions... They could be considered gossip. There would be plenty of time to think about them in the future. In just over ten minutes, a surgery was successfully completed. Zheng Ren began to withdraw the tube. Before the micro-catheter was withdrawn from the femoral artery, his hand was pressed down. "Doctor Zheng, after the interventional embolization operation, it should be confirmed with angiography," Chief Chen said seriously and stubbornly. "There's no need. We're wasting time." Zheng Ren's hand moved slightly. He felt that Chief Chen's hand was very strong. "There will always be mistakes during surgery. It's better to check it once," Chief Chen insisted. "Uh... okay." Zheng Ren felt helpless but Chief Chen was right. He was only certain in his heart that he should try to reduce unnecessary steps and save time so that he could perform more surgeries. If he had the time to argue with the old man, he could just do an angiogram. It would not be a waste of time. Soon, the guide wire catheter arrived at the branch of the internal iliac artery. The angiogram was injected, and the image appeared on the opposite screen. The smoke-like images from before disappeared completely. The surgery was done perfectly. Chief Chen nodded. Although there was something wrong with the procedure, it was a confident performance. He walked out of the operating theater and looked at the corridor full of postoperative patients trying to stop the bleeding. He thought back to the few surgeries he had just seen. He had worried for nothing. Sea city. Old Chief Physician Pan. Who was this demon? Who could have taught such a powerful disciple?
Chapter 697 - Fighting Side By Side
In the Huaxi operating theatre. The orthopedic doctors completed surgery and the patients were sent down. Taking advantage of this interval, the doctors made good use of their time. They either leaned against the wall or spread the sterile clothes they had taken off onto the floor. They did not care whether it was hot or cold. They lay down and fell asleep. Even if they could not fall asleep, it was still good for them to relax their bodies. The surgery was already done so quickly. Everyone became cautious. They had exhausted their energy. The surgery could be a little slower but they could not afford to m
ake any mistakes. They hoped that the doctors who supported them from behind would come up early so that they could sleep for a few hours...even though they knew this was an extravagant hope. When they heard the sound of a stretcher trolley, everyone became numb. The chief surgeon who was lying on the ground was half-awake as he calculated that he could sleep for at least ten minutes after they carried the patient and sterilizing him. It was good that he could sleep for ten minutes. "Teacher Yan, take a look," the doctor who was receiving the patient said. "I'm sleeping for awhile. You should prepare for the surgery first." "It's a patient with medical records." The doctor who was receiving the patient shook the simple plastic bag in his hand. The plastic bag was tightly sealed. One look and one could tell that the other person had put in a lot of effort. Professor Yan, who was lying on the ground, immediately got up. He forced himself to pull himself together and snatched the plastic bag. The patients with medical records all came from the same place. This had been proven before. There were those from the general surgery department, the orthopedics Department, those who had undergone surgery, and those who had just been rescued and diagnosed directly. The small medical record weighed more than a thousand pounds. This was a firsthand observation of the doctors who were in charge of rescuing the patients on the frontline. It was relatively easy to deal with the patients who had medical records after surgery. But this was not the key point. For the orthopedics department, it was impossible for them to do embolectomy on the frontline and prepare for the first stage of amputation. They knew what was going on ahead and had also asked a patient who had been embolized after surgery what had happened. It was said that the surgery was done in a ruin. At that time, everyone in the operating theater was silent. There were not many patients like this, only less than ten. Each patient could at least keep one or two joints. If they did not have the surgery, they might have to amputate the whole leg. Now, only the lower leg would be cut off. Some even only needed to cut off half of the dead foot. For the orthopedics department, it was extremely important for the patient to recover and maintain a normal life after the operation. Professor Yan asked for a pair of scissors and cut open the plastic bag as he took out a piece of wet, white paper. On the paper, there was a crooked outline of the patient's condition, as well as the treatment that had been done and other suggestions. Everyone had their own judgment about the patient's condition. However, under such special circ.u.mstances, Professor Yan still wanted to try his best to respect the opinions of the doctors who were at the frontline, who braved the aftershocks and torrential rain to perform surgery. At the same time, he was also guessing which god-level doctor had run to the frontline to leave a glimmer of hope for so many seriously injured patients. "The ankle joint can be preserved. Try your best," Professor Yan said softly after he finished reading the medical records. The atmosphere in the operating theater instantly became much more relaxed. "Are there any other similar patients?" Professor Yan asked. "No, this is the last batch," the doctor who went to pick up the patients said. "The main force drove in. Although the road hasn't been cleared yet, they carried the stretcher and did their best to transport the seriously injured patients in the front down. I asked about the situation and said that the two military doctors who performed the surgery came down from the front with the first batch. I don't know which hospital they're in now." Professor Yan felt a little regretful. It was such a happy thing for such a powerful demon-level doctor to be able to come here and work together with him. It was a pity. However, Professor Yan was sure that they must be in the place that needed them the most, fighting side by side with him. .. .. One by one, the first-aid ambulances came from the Second Provincial Hospital to send the injured to the hospital. After that, they returned to the hospital without pause. The emergency doctor glanced at the patient. There was a plastic doc.u.ment bag beside the patient with a piece of white paper inside. "It was sent from Pengxi Village," he said with certainty. It was extremely rare for such a large number of injured people to be sent to the hospital and still have medical records. It was his first time receiving such a patient, and he was also very surprised. However, the medical records and treatment procedures, as well as the source of the injured people, were clearly written in the doc.u.ment folder. Even the doctor in the first-aid ambulances that sent the injured people to the hospital said that the number of the injured people should not be lost so that their relatives could look for them in the future. In the midst of all the chaos, they were still able to be meticulous. This meant that they had a huge amount of work and an unlimited amount of energy. The emergency doctor opened the transparent folder and took a look at what was written on it. He said, "Send them to the orthopedics department. They are the patients after pelvic fracture interventional surgery. Don't forget to hand over the blood transfusion bags." "Okay."A few of the volunteers were already familiar with the workflow here and responded clearly. One of them was a newcomer. He was curious about everything. It was a little strange to see that this patient was different from the others. However, he did not ask immediately. Sending the injured to the corresponding department was the most important thing at hand. He ran all the way to send the injured to the orthopedics department to do the handover. "Brother, why does this injured person still have medical records?" the new volunteer asked. "At Pengxi Village Hospital, this guy came from one of the outposts. Some of the injured are more seriously injured so they'll be operated on there. Those who come from Pengxi Village have transparent folders with a medical record of how the injured were treated." "I've been to the front before but iI can't believe that this comes from Pengxi Village." The other volunteer came earlier and knew more. "Other places aren't as well organized as Pengxi Village. I heard that many of the Huaxi surgeons who went to the frontline in the first wave performed surgeries in Pengxi Village Hospital. Also, there seems to be a volunteer who is fully responsible for the trivial procedures over there." "Volunteer? Same as us?" "Same? Are you kidding me? Next time, ask the doctors and nurses on the first-aid ambulance if they know Uncle Ning from Pengxi Village." "How long has it been? He already has a name?" The new volunteer was surprised. "Those young nurses all call Uncle Ning 'Prince Charming'. The doctors are all full of admiration. To be able to straighten out an outpost in the shortest amount of time and even have a medical record, is this something that an ordinary person can do?" "He's also a volunteer? That sounds amazing." "It's said that the first thing he did was to empty a Carrefour warehouse and bring a large fleet of cars to support those who needed it. Later on, he helped out in Huaxi for a period of time. One by one, troops drove in and he went to Pengxi Village Hospital." "There are many dragons and tigers in Pengxi Village, it really is true." A volunteer sighed. "Do the work at hand well and we'll be worthy of praise too." "If there's a chance, I would also like to visit Uncle Ning. At least when I get home, I can tell people that I've seen him before." "Stop bullsh*tting, take some time to get some well-deserved rest in. The main troops have just entered the mountains and this is only the beginning. There's still work to be done."
Chapter 698 - A Minor Fan In The Surgery's Live Broadcasting Room
Liu Xuzhi and two outdoor climbers who were on the same team found more than ten electrical power workers trapped on a collapsed mountain. After they found the survivors, they immediately located them and sought help. Finally, after thirty hours of hard work, they saved the electrical power workers. Along with the People's Liberation Army soldiers, there were also reporters and photography teams from the television station. He did not know how many cheers there were across the country when the television showed that they had successfully rescued the trapped people. There was no need to know, at least for now. During the rescue, Liu Xuzhi was also injured. His left arm had a long cut, and the bandage was wet with blood. However, he did not care. This was just a small injury. Even though he was an interventional doctor in the radiology department, he had the basic knowledge of emergency treatment as a doctor. The wound was only treated with the simplest treatment. He did
not heave a sigh of relief until the wounded were carried to the first-aid ambulance. "Pelvis fracture, go to Pengxi Village!" The doctor on the first-aid ambulance and Liu Xuzhi made a simple judgment together and the doctor immediately told the driver in front of them where to go. Liu Xuzhi was stunned. Shouldn't the patient be sent to Chengdu directly so that they could go through interventional surgery, blood transfusion, fluid replacement, and a series of treatments? Why did he want the patient to be sent to Pengxi Village? Liu Xuzhi was also sitting in the first-aid ambulance, preparing to go to a hospital to suture the wound on his arm. With his current condition, he was no longer suitable to be at the frontline. If he forced himself to stay, he would only bring more trouble to himself and the rescue team. The first-aid ambulance drove down the rugged mountain road. Liu Xuzhi gulped down a bottle of purified water and licked his lips before he felt a little more energetic. The intensity of his work during this period of time was so great that even Liu Xuzhi, an amateur mountaineer, could not withstand it. He checked his blood pressure and other vital signs, then hung up the liquid. The blood pressure of the injured was a bit low. He was technically going through hemorrhagic shock but as long as the liquid was pumped in, there was a high probability that there would be no problems along the way. "Where did you come from?" the first-aid doctor asked after finishing his work. "Inner Mongolia." Liu Xuzhi grinned. "So far! To be able to get to the frontline, your luck is really good," the first-aid doctor praised. He had been busy for a few days and had seen too many volunteers. He could only help at the back and could not get to the frontline. That was why he said so. "Hehe." Liu Xuzhi's smile was dry. He had seen too many tragic things during this period. However, he did not want to say it. He just wanted to bury these scenes in his heart forever. However, his habitual smile seemed a little unnatural. The first-aid doctor knew about the situation. The people who came down from the frontline all had the same expression. He fell silent and looked at the wounded who were rescued. "Why are we going to Pengxi Village? Why aren't we going to Chengdu?" The atmosphere was a little depressing. Liu Xuzhi felt uncomfortable. He did not want to think about those sad scenes so he broke the silence. "Brother, don't you know that Pengxi village specializes in this kind of surgery. The interventional embolization of pelvic fractures is done very quickly there," the first-aid doctor began to gossip. Gossip was better than thinking about those scenes. The dead should rest in peace, letting the living to soldier through. Life had to go on, and it was for the better. Liu Xuzhi smiled. He was an interventional doctor. Although he was only an interventional doctor in a small, second-grade hospital, this was his specialty. He could finally play a greater role. Even if there was a big bull in Pengxi village, people were always tired. If he rested, he could go up and perform surgery. If his assistant was tired, he could go up and help. No matter what he did, it would be fine as long as he did his best. "How fast is the surgery?" Liu Xuzhi asked casually. In fact, he already had the answer in his heart. One hour was the most basic number because he had seen a God do an internal iliac artery branch embolism for a pelvic fracture in the surgery's live broadcast room. Therefore, he just asked casually so that the atmosphere in the first-aid ambulance was not so depressing. "I'm not too sure but I heard that it takes more than ten to twenty minutes to complete one surgery," the first-aid doctor said mysteriously. "Brother, is this speed fast?" He saw the surprised expression on Liu Xuzhi's face and immediately explained, "I'm not afraid that you'll laugh at me. Before I came here, I didn't even know what interventional surgery could do. In our hospital, the severe pelvic fracture and retroperitoneal hematoma were directly transferred to Chengdu Provincial Hospital. Our hospital can't do this kind of surgery. Retroperitoneal hematoma. Who dares to even try? We'd just be accelerating the death process." "Uh..." Liu Xuzhi was a little absent-minded. One surgery every ten to twenty minutes? Really? It would take three to four hours for him to perform an interventional embolization for a severe pelvic fracture. This was a situation where his luck was relatively good. And the God in the Xinglin Garden's live broadcast room whom he worshipped endlessly also needed dozens of minutes to complete one surgery. In Liu Xuzhi's opinion, this was already the limit of his speed. No matter how fast he was, it was impossible! He was a demon who had the confidence to start a live broadcast room on a professional forum for doctors. An interventional embolization technique that required ten to twenty minutes for a pelvic fracture was probably just a rumor. People were willing to subconsciously exaggerate some magical things, especially in such a depressing atmosphere. Liu Xuzhi smiled kindly and said, "It's really very fast. It's the fastest I've ever heard of." "I heard that a doctor who studied at Mayo Clinic flew back without hesitation to perform surgery," the first-aid doctor said with a face full of admiration. The Mayo Clinic was the Holy Land in the hearts of all doctors. Liu Xuzhi was a little surprised but still stubbornly refused to believe it in his heart. So what if he came from Mayo Clinic? His skill level was definitely not better than that demon in the Xinglin Garden's live broadcast room! He had full trust in the demon in the live broadcast room. It was not blind worship. It was something that Liu Xuzhi learned after seeing him make a few new surgical methods, finding new ways to solve problems, and saving a few untreatable patients. It was a gradual build-up. So what if it was Mayo Clinic? That person was definitely not better than the demon in the live broadcast room. Although Liu Xuzhi thought so in his heart, he did not say it out loud. To be able to fly back from Mayo Clinic without hesitation and return to the frontline, he was a hero! It had nothing to do with his level. Just this thought alone was enough to be called a hero. Along the way, he talked about things that had nothing to do with the earthquake relief as the first-aid ambulance drove to Pengxi Village Hospital. When Liu Xuzhi arrived here, he went straight to the frontline. This was his first time coming down. When he saw the neat camp and rows of dark green tents in an orderly manner, his worried heart finally relaxed. Pengxi Village was on the edge of the frontline. To be able to maintain this standard was really refreshing. All their efforts were not in vain.
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