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Chapter 717

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162 patients with severe pelvic fractures? If he counted from the beginning until now, it would be possible for him to perform surgeries in five or six operating rooms continuously in the past three days.

However, there were very few interventional surgeons. Who was performing the surgery here?

He fell silent. His already numb body and brain could not support him to think about anything else. All his energy was used for surgeries, which seemed to be endless surgeries.

When he arrived at the interventional radiology operating theater, he saw the busy figures of circulating nurses in the corridor. More than ten seriously injured people were lying on the extra beds outside.

It could be seen that these seriously injured people had their limbs crushed by heavy objects for a long time, resulting in necrosis.

Other than amputation, there was no other way to treat this kind of injured person. Director Sun was silent. He always felt that he had let down these injured people.

Why weren't there newer and more advanced medical methods that could save the limbs?!

His footsteps quickened. As if he had done something guilty, Chief Sun walked straight into the operating theater.

"Where is he?" Chief Sun asked.

"He fell asleep sitting inside," Chief Jiang said as he pointed at the operating theater.

"Why aren't you resting in the duty room?" Director Sun frowned.

"Dr. Zheng fell asleep as we talked." Chief Jiang sighed and suppressed all kinds of emotions. "There are only two operating rooms in total. The other one is performed by Doctor Zheng's assistant and Professor Mu, who just returned from the Mayo Clinic in the United States. Doctor Zheng is the only one in the operating theater. "

Speaking to this extent, it was enough.

Director Sun was a little surprised, but he didn't show any other emotions. Everyone was the same. Everyone had reached their limits, but they were still struggling.

However, there seemed to be something wrong. Director Sun's mind was a little dizzy and he didn't notice these details.

Chief Jiang opened the airtight lead door of the operating theater and the three of them walked in.

Zheng Ren's head was tilted to one side. He was sleeping soundly in a blue sterile surgical gown.

Xie Ning's gaze was a little complicated. He looked at Zheng Ren with a focused gaze.

"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Zheng?" Chief Jiang called softly.

Although he did not have the heart to do so, he had to wake up the injured who needed amputation just now. No matter how reluctant he was, he had to wake him up.

"The orthopedist is here? Have you worked with interventional radiology before? "Zheng Ren's snoring disappeared immediately. His ethereal voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep.

Chief Jiang did not say anything and glanced at Chief Sun.

"Yes." Director Sun nodded.

Zheng Ren opened his eyes and saw three people in front of him. He smiled.

The smile tugged at the bruises on his face. He felt a wave of pain, and he seemed to be more spirited.

"How long did I sleep?" Zheng Ren asked.

"About ten minutes."

"Oh, that's fine." Zheng Ren immediately got up from the ground, tore off the disposable sterile gown, and threw it into the medical waste bin. "Let's start now. This …"

"This is Chief Sun from the Orthopedics Department," Chief Jiang introduced.

"Chief Sun, you can watch from the operating room. After I'm done, if there are any problems, the two of us can discuss it." Zheng Ren's tone was very calm, but it had a tone that could not be refused.

Was this an order from a superior doctor?

Director Sun was very familiar with such polite but condescending words.

If it was Chengdu Provincial Hospital, only the director of the Department of Intervention and a retired old professor could talk to him like this.

After all, they were not in the same department, so they had to be more polite to each other. Although he was polite, the imposing manner of a senior doctor did not change.

This person … looked very young. Where did this confidence come from? Also … Director Sun felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He did not refute. Instead, he nodded and helped carry the wounded to the operating table. Then, he left the operating theater.

"Chief Jiang, can you do it alone?" Director Sun asked when he saw Zheng Ren standing alone in the operating theater, looking so helpless.

"He does it alone … faster than the two people next door," Chief Jiang said with a smile.

At this moment, Director Sun realized what was wrong just now.

"Chief Jiang, I saw a bruise on Doctor Zheng's face. What's going on?" Director Sun asked.

"He and his assistant came down from the frontline," Chief Jiang said. "They've been here for a day and a half and they haven't taken a break."

What Chief Jiang cared about was that Zheng Ren did not take a break, but Director Sun shivered.

A day and a half? He had performed more than a hundred interventional embolization surgeries for pelvic fractures?

No, he must have thought wrong. No one's surgery speed would be so fast. Something must be wrong …

"Yes, Zheng Ren and Su Yun arrived at Pengxi Village Hospital yesterday afternoon. So far, they have performed 36 hours of surgery and completed the pelvic fracture interventional embolization surgery … Together with Professor Mu, they have completed 162 surgeries," Xie Ning said coldly from the side.

Thirty-six hours of not sleeping was a small matter.

However, 162 surgeries had been performed?

Director Sun was surprised and frowned.

If it was any other time, Director Sun would definitely think that this was fake data. Moreover, the person who did the data did not understand medical treatment at all.

How long did an average surgery take? Wasn't this nonsense?

However, it was now the time for emergency treatment. Uncle Ning was not the kind of person who would run his mouth and speak without any basis.

Director Sun stood in front of the operating table in confusion, ready to watch Zheng Ren's surgery.

This injured person had a fracture of the tibia and fibula. It was five centimeters below the knee joint. It had been pressed by a heavy object for a long time and had already died. Above the knee joint, the edema had spread to 1/2 of the thigh.

The injured person's thigh was swollen like a steamed bun. If it was in the operating theater, he could only amputate it from the hip joint down.

This was because even if the skin edge of the edema was sutured, it would not heal due to the lack of blood supply. Forcefully suturing the wound would result in necrosis, and a second-stage surgery would be required.

What was he going to do? Director Sun focused. Through the lead-lined glass, he watched Zheng Ren disinfect, put on a sterile surgical gown, spread out a sheet, stood on the right side of the injured person, and began the surgery.

"Director Sun, will Doctor Zheng be of any help to your surgery after removing the embolus?" Chief Jiang asked.

Although he was involved in circulatory intervention and would occasionally remove the embolus, Chief Jiang did not know much about the surgical method of removing the embolus from the limbs, let alone what the orthopedics department would do after the embolus was removed.

"It's helpful. Usually, we can amputate less. The specific length depends on the level of the interventional and orthopedic surgeons," Director Sun said.

"In your opinion, if it was any other time, where would this injured person be amputated from?" Chief Jiang asked.

"The knee joint will definitely not be saved. We can only save a section of the thigh. After the surgery, it will be more convenient for the injured person to walk with the support of a prosthetic limb. "Director Sun was confident and quickly explained his judgment.

If that was the case, it would not be very meaningful.

However, Doctor Zheng inside insisted that he could also do it, so he would take a look. Director Sun did not care.

Although it was not very meaningful, it was still meaningful.

Xie Ning stood at the side and was silent. He stared at Zheng Ren behind the lead-lined glass.

The circulating nurse walked out and closed the airtight lead door. The surgery began.

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