Yang Lei ran straight to the ward. Zheng Ren saw the son of the middle-aged woman who had undergone an appendectomy yesterday angrily walk out as if the whole world had wronged him.
It was probably not a big deal. On the other side, a nurse shouted, "Chief Zheng, emergency obstetrics consultation!"
"Yang Lei, are you alright?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I'm fine. I'll handle it. You go ahead." Yang Lei was already at the door of the ward. He took a look at the situation and immediately sent Zheng Ren for emergency consultation.
The obstetrics and gynecology department was greedy. In the past, when they did not know or had limited contact with it, they could only bite the bullet and ask for help.
Once they came into contact with interventional radiology and realized that it was a simple treatment method that could achieve results that could not be achieved by surgery, they would go through consultation after consultation.
The chief resident on duty was on the verge of tears when he arrived at the obstetrics and gynecology department. "Chief Zheng, please take a look."
"Don't panic. What's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Twenty minutes ago, a patient with massive postC-section hemorrhage was sent here from Laohugang. I wrote an admission slip and by the time I went for a physical examination, everyone in the family had disappeared," the obstetrics chief resident said with a terrified expression.
This was common in the emergency department but rare in the obstetrics department.
Before the second child was released, which family didn't treat the child like a treasure? The obstetrics chief resident did not think of abandoning a dying patient in the hospital.
However, after years of being a doctor, she could tell that she had unknowingly walked on a tightrope. One wrong move and she would be crushed to pieces.
Zheng Ren asked, "Where's the patient?"
The obstetrics chief resident immediately brought Zheng Ren to the treatment room.
As they approached the treatment room, the stench of blood assaulted their nostrils.
Zheng Ren's heart skipped a beat. The stench of blood was so strong. What was the patient's condition like?
He unconsciously quickened his pace and entered the treatment room. A stretcher trolley appeared in front of him. The stretcher trolley was covered in filthy blood and a pale body lay on it.
"The patient was sent to our obstetrics ward 20 minutes ago. She was diagnosed with postpartum hemorrhage. Her blood pressure was 50/30 mmHg and her heart rate was 132 beats per minute. During the physical examination, we removed the patient's lower body and stuffed it with hemostatic gauze. We found the birth canal … "The obstetrics chief resident was scared out of her wits. She reported the patient's history mechanically as if Zheng Ren was her superior.
Zheng Ren guessed that countless negative cases must be echoing in her mind. right now.
"What do you think?" Zheng Ren asked.
"It's a second child. It's considered that the uterine artery was not ligated, which led to postpartum hemorrhage," the obstetrics chief resident answered without hesitation.
She was dumbfounded. Without a family member, what should she do? Not every clinician knew about this.
In the Emergency Department or the Department of Surgery, it was more common to encounter anonymous patients, so it was easier to deal with them. If this was the obstetrics and gynecology department … this was probably the first nameless patient she had encountered.
"Prepare for surgery." Zheng Ren knew that there was no time to waste. "There are a few things that you need to do as soon as possible. First, send the blood sample to the blood transfusion department and urge them to speed up the transfusion. We need 10u of red blood cells and 1000ml of plasma. We also need the same amount of red blood cells and plasma as backup. "
The obstetrics chief resident nodded.
In her stupefied state, all she could do was obey.
"Secondly, call the Medical Administration Division and tell them that we've received an anonymous patient. He needs to sign the preoperative form. I'll go on stage and you'll handle it. The Medical Administration Division must be present, got it?"
"Got it." The obstetrics chief resident nodded.
"Third, find a senior obstetrician to direct the surgery," Zheng Ren said.
As long as there was someone in charge, everything would go smoothly. The patient was pushed to the emergency operating theater, and along the way, he called the operating theater to prepare the necessary equipment.
Because it was a new project, the night nurse was unfamiliar with it and could only do some basic work.
Zheng Ren did not complain. Experience was accumulated bit by bit, and there was no point in complaining now.
He pushed the stretcher trolley to the emergency interventional radiology suite and the obstetrics doctor and operating theater nurse began to move the patient.
It was a bloody scene, almost as if they were carrying the patient in a pool of blood.
Zheng Ren did not have time to look. He opened the storage room and quickly found the medical supplies he needed. After handing them to the nurse, he put on his lead apron, scrubbed in and laid out the sheet.
'Many hands make the work easier,' Zheng Ren thought.
If Su Yun was here, it would be better.
It was easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. After experiencing the benefits of being a hands-off boss, Zheng Ren was starting to feel uncomfortable working alone.
When everything was ready, Zheng Ren heard the sound of a bell ringing in his ears.
The System had appeared at the right time to issue a mission.
[Emergency Mission: Distortion of Human Nature or Moral Decay.
[Mission Content: Rescue a patient with postpartum hemorrhage.
[Mission Reward: Passive ability, Luck + 2.
[Mission Time: 2 hours.]
Zheng Ren was surprised as he prepared for the surgery.
It was the System's first time giving him a passive attribute, and this time, it was luck.
Although he had never played online games before, Zheng Ren had read many novels about them. In those novels, luck was a godly skill.
But … Why would the System reward him with luck? Strange.
After laying out the sterile sheet, Zheng Ren picked up the artery sheath and catheter and began the surgery.
At the same time, the Xinglin Garden livestream, which had been silent for two days, started broadcasting.
[Wow, the god hasn't appeared in a long time.]
[Rescue again? Canada has so many emergency surgeries too? Who said that capitalism is evil? Don't you see that people do surgeries all the time?]
[I think it's strange. I just came back from studying abroad and there seems to be a discrepancy. I can't explain the specific situation in a few sentences.]
The surgery had just begun, and according to the usual practice of urging for updates, everyone said a few words.
Zheng Ren's surgical skills were at the Master level, and he could clearly feel that his technique had become more proficient. He guessed that it was because he had superselected six or seven main arteries in a short period of time during Zheng Yunxia's surgery, and his skills had improved under pressure.
In the time it took to say a few words, Zheng Ren had already sent the guide wire to the position, turned on the imaging system, and began to send the microcatheter.
[Postpartum hemorrhage. My head hurts when I see this diagnosis.]
[There's a wall next door. Go ahead and hit it. It's healthier.]
[It's not difficult. If you feel that it's difficult to handle, it means that your hospital doesn't have an interventional department and can only remove the uterus. Once a destructive surgery is performed, communicating with the patient's family requires extremely high skills. Thank you, colleagues from the interventional department. Salute.]
[Ninety percent of hospitals don't have an interventional department! Aren't you afraid that your luck will turn against you by showing off like this?]
After four or five comments, Zheng Ren had already sent the microcatheter to the position and started the angiography.
The patient's uterine artery was malformed with a horizontal branch passing through the uterus, which was also the cause of the patient's postoperative hemorrhage.
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