Zheng Ren carried the large suitcase and ran to the operating theater's changing room as light as a swallow.
No matter how anxious he was, he had to ensure that the operation was aseptic. As long as they were not in a situation where they ran out of ammunition and food when they were at the center of the earthquake, this was necessary.
After changing his clothes in a hurry, Gao Shaojie came in breathlessly.
Neither of them spoke. Zheng Ren grabbed the suitcase and ran into the operating theater.
"Boss Zheng, eight hands!" Gao Shaojie did not forget to shout at the end.
However, this sentence was completely meaningless. The corridor of the operating theater was in a mess. The doctors and nurses were running as fast as the wind. Some were urging blood to be given while others were looking for someone.
Chief Lin of the Medical Administration Division of the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University accompanied President Li with a dark face and directed the rescue.
In fact, there was nothing much to direct. Let the vascular department take a look. The probability of suturing the wound was not high.
Professor Zhan had mentioned this before the surgery. Due to the presence of retroperitoneal paraganglioma, as long as there was a tear in the lower lumen, it would be impossible to suture it!
Director Jin should have thrown him onto the stage.
What he had to do now was to try his best. In Chief Lin's opinion, all the resuscitation was just a little bit of effort.
What the f * ck! Even a professor in the Imperial Capital couldn't do it. Old Jin's life!
As soon as it was discovered, it was already in the late stage. There was not even a chance for surgery.
Moreover, it was a rare retroperitoneal paraganglioma …
Chief Lin's eyes were a little dazed. It had nothing to do with the medical accident. It was just pure sadness.
Although he was not close to Chief Jin, Chief Jin was considered an old chief and was a classmate of Director Li. Chief Lin felt uncomfortable watching the blood in the laparoscope block his vision.
"Why the f * ck are you performing this kind of surgery in a normal operating theater?!" A seemingly familiar voice rang out, sounding a little surprised and a little angry.
Who was this?
It was a mess on and off the operating table.
Chief Lin looked for the person who had spoken. He remembered the voice, and it was a very important person, but he couldn't remember who it was.
Zheng Ren glanced at the ECG monitor. The patient's blood pressure had dropped to 60 mm Hg, but the heart rate was still sinusoidal, which meant that there was still hope.
On the operating table, the laparoscope was being switched from laparotomy to laparotomy. The forceps of the laparoscope had not been removed. He knew it was time to separate the bleeding, so he used hemostatic gauze to block the rupture to prevent excessive bleeding and buy some time for resuscitation.
What infuriated Zheng Ren was that the operating theater was an ordinary one, not a hybrid operating theater.
MD！ He cursed in his heart.
"Boss Zheng, why are you here?" Chief Lin tried his best to find him. In the end, he was shocked to find that it was Zheng Ren. He asked in surprise.
At that time, in order to poach Boss Zheng to the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, Chief Lin even went to the director of the hospital to ask for a career.
He did not expect the Imperial Capital's 912 to make their move earlier than him, and the conditions they offered were also more generous.
Every time Chief Lin thought of this matter, he would feel very regretful that he had brushed shoulders with a star of hope.
He did not expect to "run into" him in the operating theater today.
"Can I help you?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Help? You have a way! "Chief Lin asked in surprise.
"Let's give it a try first. If it doesn't work, we'll hurry to the hybrid operating theater …" Zheng Ren said helplessly.
There were all kinds of tubes and ventilators. If they were moved to another operating room under general anesthesia, they would probably die.
"I'll have to trouble you then!" Chief Lin immediately said.
In this situation, only Doctor Zheng said that there was a solution. Like a drowning person grabbing onto the last straw, Chief Lin immediately agreed.
Since Director Jin was already hopeless, it was not a problem to give it a try.
Zheng Ren threw the large suitcase to the side and strode to brush his hands.
"Boss, can he still be saved?" Su Yun followed behind and asked in a hurry.
"Let's try," Zheng Ren said.
Gao Shaojie also arrived. He came in with Su Yun.
Gao Shaojie was stunned when he saw Boss Zheng stride to brush his hands.
He knew Chief Jin's situation too well. The retroperitoneal paraganglioma had already invaded the inferior vena cava. If it broke, he would be gone.
Why was Boss Zheng …
Was he going to get off the stent?
Inferior vena cava stent?!
Gao Shaojie looked at Zheng Ren's back in shock as he went to brush his hands.
The Department of Interventional Medicine did not have a sense of existence. Before the surgery, he vaguely felt that it should be arranged in the hybrid operating theater, but this matter was fully decided by the hospital.
Gao Shaojie still had to invite Boss Zheng to perform the surgery, so he did not pay much attention to this matter.
Chief Jin was quite harsh on the young professors who led the group, especially those with high technical standards and who posed a great threat to him.
The two of them did not have a good relationship. Gao Shaojie only watched coldly from the side. He did not gloat, but he did not take it to heart either.
He took another look. It was indeed an ordinary operating theater!
'Boss Zheng is going to perform surgery, right?' Gao Shaojie thought to himself. He was really an all-rounder. He could do any surgery and was good at any surgery.
This kind of person was really rare.
"Gao Shaojie, why did you bring in the medical consumables?" Director Li frowned as he looked at the rescue on the operating table. He scolded unhappily.
"Director Li, it's not the medical consumables. It's Boss Zheng from the 912."
"Boss Zheng?"
"Director, it's the one who was poached by the 912 last year when I applied for a position in the career establishment," Chief Lin explained in a low voice.
"Huh? Why is he here? What is he going to do? "Director Li asked.
No one could answer this question. The only person who could guess what Boss Zheng was going to do — Su Yun — followed him to brush his hands.
Soon, Zheng Ren finished brushing his hands. He raised his hands in front of his chest and shouted, "Old Gao, help me find a sterile suit."
"Okay!" Gao Shaojie replied. He went to the sterile table next to the equipment table to see if there were any bags with sterile clothes.
Generally speaking, there was a limit to how many sterile clothes a surgery needed. Therefore, many students and other unimportant people did not even have the right to wear clothes.
"Boss Zheng, there's one!" Gao Shaojie shouted in the panicked crowd.
Zheng Ren came to the equipment table and said in a hurry, "Please give me the iodophor gauze."
The scrub nurse was extremely busy. She completely ignored Zheng Ren's existence and his words for the iodophor gauze to disinfect. She hurriedly handed the equipment to the operating table.
"Flip the gauze!" Zheng Ren roared when he saw that no one was paying attention to him.
His voice was so loud that the entire operating room seemed to tremble. The echo buzzed, and the panicked operating room immediately quieted down.
"Even if I open it now, I'll still die. Can I stop the bleeding? Everyone, be quiet! "Zheng Ren said angrily.
The young nurse was stunned. Gao Shaojie quickly said, "Hurry up and give Boss Zheng the gauze. Give me an oval forceps."
Although she was in a panic, the young nurse still paid attention to the sterile operation. She placed the gauze in a curved plate and handed it to Zheng Ren.
After disinfecting it, Zheng Ren took the clothes that Gao Shaojie had picked up with the oval forceps. He threw them into the sky and put them on neatly.
Gao Shaojie tied the belt for Boss Zheng like an intern.
"Is Little Feng coming up?!" Zheng Ren continued to shout.
This kind of rescue would be ignored even if his voice was soft.
However, at this moment, only Boss Zheng's voice echoed in the operating theater.
"Coming, coming." Feng Xuhui had already opened the large suitcase in the corridor outside the operating theater.
Before he could even catch his breath, he asked again, "Boss Zheng, you want a vascular stent, right?"
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