Several doctors, regardless of their age, came forward to help.
Zheng Ren did not care about what they were doing. He took the surgical bag and tore it open. Then, he opened the iodophor bottle in the ambulance and poured it directly on Fang Lin's wound.
The iodophor flowed out of the bottle with a gurgling sound and disappeared after ten seconds.
Zheng Ren tossed the iodophor bottle aside and put on sterile gloves. He took out a sharp knife from the surgical bag and made an incision without wasting any time.
Zheng Ren's movements were extremely fast. Before the old professor next to him could say anything, Zheng Ren had already cut down.
Was he going to stop the bleeding with his bare hands?! The old professor was shocked.
How many years had it been since he had seen barehanded bleeding control? How was this ordinary person more professional than the average doctor?!
Zheng Ren came to see Professor Gu in casual clothes, looking like an ordinary person.
A middle-aged doctor came forward to stop him, but before he could speak, Zheng Ren's scalpel moved along the wound where the murderer's long knife had pierced into Fang Lin's right rectus abdominis, leaving a ten-centimeter incision.
Dark red blood gushed out like a fountain.
Relying on his Master rank in general surgery, Master rank in interventional surgery, and 300 liver anatomical cases, Zheng Ren operated blindly without using his eyes and pinched the hepatic artery and vein in the hilar region.
"Inform the blood bank! Prepare the stretcher trolley! To the operating theater! "Zheng Ren roared with bloodshot eyes.
Some doctors had already gone to push the stretcher trolley. It was an outpatient clinic, so there was a delay of a few minutes. Others made calls to the operating theater, general surgery, thoracic surgery, and other related departments.
Zheng Ren's right hand pinched Fang Lin's hepatic artery and he felt lucky.
Fortunately, this was a Class Three Grade A Hospital in Imperial Capital.
If it were any other place, Fang Lin would probably be dead.
The stretcher trolley was quickly pushed over and the others helped lift Fang Lin onto it. Zheng Ren's posture was particularly awkward as he carefully followed Fang Lin's movements.
He dared not be careless. If he really tore Fang Lin's hepatic artery and vein … the consequences would be unimaginable!
He knelt on the stretcher trolley as several doctors pushed it toward the operating theater.
A white-haired old professor could not run, so he stopped and told the operating theater in a wheezing voice that the injured doctor would arrive soon.
No matter who it was, they were using their own methods to save their colleagues, their friends, and a fresh life.
The young doctor was in front. He pulled the cart hard and controlled the direction while driving away the patients and their family members who were watching.
Seeing that the person lying on the stretcher trolley was wearing a large white coat, the doctors and nurses who passed by stopped what they were doing and came over to help.
No one knew what had happened, but everyone knew they had to do something.
Some helped to push the carts, some helped to clear the path, and some quickly ran to the elevator to ask for the elevator so that they wouldn't have to wait for it and waste time.
Someone wanted to replace Zheng Ren but was rudely rejected by him. Zheng Ren squeezed Fang Lin's liver. At that moment, he did not trust anyone but himself!
It was a long way from the outpatient clinic to the operating theater, and it took a full five minutes.
The doctor from the Department of Anesthesiology received the call. A few doctors and nurses had already arrived at the entrance of the operating theater.
Just as he reached the door, he saw a stretcher trolley being pushed down from the elevator. Blood dripped down, painting a bloody path.
No one spoke. The anesthesiologist in the dark blue isolation suit took the place of the doctors and nurses in the white gowns. It was silent all the way until the stretcher trolley was pushed into the operating theater.
The emergency surgery was about to begin!
The bizarre scene of Zheng Ren kneeling on the stretcher trolley with his hand in the patient's abdomen shocked many people, including the medical staff.
Barehanded bleeding control was only introduced in books, but in reality, very few people had actually seen it.
"Bleeding control? Which blood vessel? "asked an anesthesiologist.
"The liver. I don't dare to loosen it." Zheng Ren squeezed out a hoarse sentence with all his might.
The anesthesiologist instantly understood what he was doing.
Venous catheterization, fluid infusion, and blood sample sent to the blood transfusion department for matching. The ECG monitoring was switched on, and blood pressure was no longer detectable.
Countless emergency drugs were injected into Fang Lin's blood vessels through the venous channel.
Zheng Ren knelt on the operating table. The shadowless surgical lamp was a little blinding, and disinfection was troublesome.
However, he could not move!
He could not move at all!
The chief of the general surgery department rushed over to ask about the situation.
After learning the patient's condition, he immediately scrubbed his hands, disinfected them, and prepared for surgery.
The chief of the thoracic surgery department rushed over. They inserted a thoracic drainage bottle before the anesthesiologist was anesthetized. As soon as the tube was inserted, the sound of bubbles came from the closed drainage bottle.
At the same time, the anesthesiologist connected the ventilator to the patient and entered a state of anesthesia.
Without closed thoracic drainage, tension pneumothorax would not be connected to the ventilator, no matter how urgent it was.
The air that was blown directly into the chest cavity could not be discharged, and it would squash the lungs. The more air was blown into the chest, the greater the pressure until there was no more air.
It was a murder, not a rescue.
Before the anesthesia was complete, the general surgery department had laid a simple sterile sheet and opened the abdominal cavity along Zheng Ren's incision.
Fang Lin was dying anyway, so there was no need to wait for anesthesia. There was still time to resuscitate while anesthetizing.
It was a ghastly sight to look directly at the wound.
The liver was penetrated, and a neat incision was left on the side of the liver and the diaphragm.
The chief of the general surgery department glanced at Zheng Ren. He knew that if Zheng Ren had not pinched the hepatic artery and vein in the golden 300 seconds, Fang Lin would not have made it to the operating theater.
"Young man, you can go now. Leave this to me," he said in a low voice.
Zheng Ren's rationality told him that there was nothing left for him to do now. His emotions told him to wash his hands, change his clothes, proceed to the surgery, and suture the liver wound.
In the end, rationality won over emotion.
A white sterile glove appeared in his field of vision and moved closer to the hepatic portal.
After exchanging glances, Zheng Ren nodded and let go. The hepatic portal was immediately pinched by another hand, neither tight nor loose, with just the right amount of strength.
This was Imperial Capital, not Sea City General Hospital, Zheng Ren repeatedly told himself.
Coming down from the operating table, Zheng Ren's vision suddenly darkened.
Zheng Ren knew that it was due to the retinal discomfort caused by staring directly at the shadowless lamp for a long time.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm down.
However, the moment Zheng Ren closed his eyes, the scene in the outpatient consultation room appeared vividly before his eyes.
So brutal!
Annihilation.
Humanity.
Zheng Ren swayed twice, his legs turning to jelly. He did not even have the strength to walk out of the operating theater.
He barely made it to the corner of the wall and sat down.
A nurse noticed Zheng Ren's movement and opened a bottle of glucose for him. Then, she dipped a sterile gauze in saline and wiped the blood off his body.
No one spoke. The entire operating theater fell into a terrifying silence.
Dead silence!
A deathly silence!
"Ah?!" Suddenly, an exclamation broke the silence. "Let the hand surgery department and orthopedics department onstage!"
Zheng Ren's eyes focused on the wound on his left shoulder, which was continuously bleeding.
A few sterile gauzes covered it, and it was instantly soaked in blood.
He …
Barehanded bleeding control when he was injured?!
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