"Report to the matron and get changed for surgery." Zheng Ren had finally arrived. Stimulated by the smell of blood, he could feel the high-energy phosphate bonds of ATP in his body cracking and releasing energy.
He glanced at the patient and saw his condition in the upper right corner of his vision.
It was a patient with a knife wound. His vital signs were stable and the wound was on his back. No internal organs were injured.
The condition was relatively simple. It was a minor injury that could be treated with antibiotics for a few days after suturing.
Although the patient looked bloody, an experienced clinician would not be intimidated.
Moreover, Zheng Ren had the System's support.
Zheng Ren strode back to the on-call room and changed into a white coat.
White coats were not allowed in the cafeteria. Only God knew which department had a bacterial outbreak, such as Acinetobacter baumannii, which was resistant to all antibiotics. If word got out in the cafeteria, the entire hospital would collapse.
The patient and his family arrived at the entrance of the emergency surgery department after changing as quickly as possible.
"Doctor, my big brother has been chopped by someone. Save him." A young man was supporting the injured person. His face was full of fear, and it seemed that he was scared to death.
"Brother Yuan, please pay the treatment fee and anesthetic. I'll take the patient to suture," Zheng Ren said.
Yuan Li was not happy. The emergency department had dozens of sutures every day and was already tired of it. It was best to have someone to do it.
The most annoying thing was when there was only one person on duty. Two or three patients who needed suturing came in at the same time. The difficulty of choosing which to suture first was close to an S-grade problem.
Zheng Ren brought the patient to the operating theater next door and asked the family to pay. A nurse and Zheng Ren helped the patient to the operating table.
The operating table in the emergency department was relatively simple. It was covered with a brown, slightly soft crystal plate.
Injuries were a daily occurrence and most of them were minor. There was no need to worry about secondary contamination of the wound. The crystal plate was easy to clean and would not be stained by blood.
Zheng Ren cut open the patient's clothes and saw a wound about 20 centimeters in length.
The incision was turned outwards and blood flowed out of a few small blood vessels. Soon, it flowed down the patient's clothes and onto the operating table.
Zheng Ren took out a sterile cotton pad to cover the incision and started preparing for surgery.
Xie Yiren quickly ran in. She was wearing a blue disposable sterile cap and a blue and white sterile mask. She did not say anything and began to help Zheng Ren prepare the items.
Incision kit, scissors kit, sutures, lidocaine, saline solution …
…
At the same time, in the depths of Zheng Ren's mind, a mist suddenly rose from the crystal clear pond. The fog quickly thickened, and seven-colored lights and shadows flickered, as if there was a rainbow hidden within. Countless blurry shadows were faintly discernible, like a mirage.
The light flowed, and the blurry image in the mirage began to become clear.
If Zheng Ren saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked. What appeared in the mirage was what he was seeing now.
…
"0.5% Lika is ready." Xie Yiren's movements were swift.
Nurses who came out of the operating theater were indeed different. They were professionals when it came to preparing for surgery.
Zheng Ren removed the cotton pad from the patient's wound and said to the patient, "Bear with it. It's a little painful."
The patient nodded. Because he was lying on the operating table, his movements were not obvious.
After rinsing with normal saline, Zheng Ren picked up a large ball of iodophor cotton ball with tweezers and wiped it from the outside to the inside.
The moment the iodophor entered the wound, the muscles on the patient's back suddenly bulged.
The muscles on the back trembled continuously, trembling very symmetrically.
"Bear with it. I'm disinfecting it," Zheng Ren said emotionlessly.
"Doctor, can you give me anesthesia?" the patient asked.
"Of course you need anesthesia, but not local anesthesia." After the first disinfection, Zheng Ren threw the contaminated iodophor into the trash can, picked up another ball of iodophor, and pressed it on the patient's wound without hesitation.
"Ow …" The patient let out a howl.
"Even if it's local anesthesia, you have to disinfect it first," Zheng Ren comforted. "It'll be quick. Don't worry."
This was iodophor. If it was disinfected with iodine and alcohol twenty years ago, the pain would have multiplied.
"Put on gloves," Zheng Ren said to Xie Yiren when he saw that the patient could still bear it.
Zheng Ren also put on sterile gloves and gave the patient local infiltration anesthesia.
"Forceps, number four suture." Zheng Ren skillfully found the small bleeding blood vessels, his eyes fixed on the wound, and reached out.
A pair of curved forceps was gently placed on Zheng Ren's hand. The number four suture followed Zheng Ren's hand and landed on his little finger.
Xie Yiren's level of cooperation in the surgery could be considered a master.
"Scissors …"
"Forceps, thread …"
"Small needle, number one …"
In the operating room, only Zheng Ren's monotonous instructions and the patient's heavy breathing could be heard.
The wound was very long and very deep, and every layer of tissue had to be sutured. Otherwise, if there was an empty cavity after the surgery, there would be complications such as pus and infection.
For Zheng Ren, who had 330 surgical skills, this kind of suture was a piece of cake. As he sutured, he wondered if the System should give him some kind of mission. For example, a treasure chest for each suture.
However, what Zheng Ren hoped for did not happen. The robotic female voice representing the System was very quiet, as if it had disappeared.
Zheng Ren was a little disappointed, but he still meticulously sutured the wound layer by layer.
"Angle needle, number seven suture." Zheng Ren reached out and the needle holder was immediately placed on his hand.
At that moment, there was a commotion outside.
The door of the operating room was kicked open and a few young men, who reeked of alcohol, barged in.
Zheng Ren cursed in his heart.
Why were there so few doctors in the emergency department? Because no one wanted to perform surgery or see a doctor under such conditions.
"Where's my big brother?"
"Son of a b * tch, treat my big brother well. If there's any problem, I'll kill you!"
"Big brother, big brother, how are you?"
The lackeys threatened Zheng Ren while expressing their loyalty.
Zheng Ren did not know whether to laugh or cry. Should they not be concerned about the surgeon's well-being so that the doctor could focus on the surgery?
However, for drunkards, especially drunkards who drank in the middle of the day, there was no such thing as logic.
"All of you, get out!" The injured man roared. He still had a trace of rationality and knew what to do and what not to do at this time. Then, he said apologetically, obsequiously, and uneasily, "Doctor, my brother is not sensible, please don't mind him. If there's any damage, I'll pay for it later. Please suture me well … "
The little ruffian who had drunk alcohol immediately became much more obedient after hearing his big brother's scolding. He scolded Zheng Ren a few more times and left the operating theater under the patient's urging, closing the door behind him.
Zheng Ren sighed in his heart. The corner needle fell and came out from the other side. He skillfully tied a knot.
The pair of scissors that had been hanging on his pinky appeared on his finger like magic, and he cut the number seven thread.
"Doctor Zheng, your hands are really smooth." Xie Yiren had nothing else to do, so she began to cheer.
"I'm used to closing my own abdomen without an assistant. It's easier this way."
Zheng Ren explained.
"Are you afraid? That's how the emergency department is. "
Zheng Ren tried to comfort Xie Yiren, but before he could finish his sentence, he heard a series of curses coming from the corridor outside, followed by the sound of heavy blunt objects falling on bodies.
'The emergency department is really not a place for humans,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
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