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Chapter 858

Words:2049Update:22/06/27 09:08:09

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Zhao Yunlong's hand was very steady. This was a must for a surgeon and an interventional doctor.

However, after the sixth puncture failed, his hand began to tremble involuntarily.

The patient was constantly vomiting blood. The anesthesiologist and the doctors from the gastroenterology department came up wearing lead aprons. As time passed, the patient's blood pressure continued to drop.

The time left for himself..,

Was not much anymore!

Zhao Yunlong took a deep breath, wanting to calm down.

He raised his head and turned his neck. He wanted to move around, relax his nervous mind, and strive for the success of the next needle puncture. Although he knew that the possibility was slim.

But what could he do?

There were very few TIPS surgeries in the emergency department. Basically, the gastroenterology department could use laparoscopic ligation surgery to temporarily stop the bleeding.

But this patient was really f * cking strange!

Zhao Yunlong cursed in his heart, cursing this d * mned condition. Why couldn't he get in?!

The patient did not have any examination information. Not to mention nuclear MRI, he did not even have the simplest CT scan. It was completely blind, without any guidance.

If he could be like Boss Zheng … As soon as this thought appeared, Zhao Yunlong did not hesitate to shatter it, turning it into countless bits of debris and disappearing into the deepest part of his heart.

He could do it too! Moreover, Zheng Ren used nuclear MRI to determine the approach of the puncture needle. In this situation, he was afraid that he would not be able to do anything.

How could he do it? Zhao Yunlong prayed for his luck to be better and better as he prepared for the next puncture.

"Little Zhao, Boss Zheng is here. Let him give it a try." Chief Xia pressed the button on the intercom, and her voice came in.

Zhao Yunlong's body and thoughts froze at the same time.

Zheng Ren was here? What was he doing here?

Could it be that Chief Luo called him here?

Then, countless thoughts surged up like a surging tide. He was stunned for a moment. He wanted to refuse, but he saw that the patient's face was pale and his body was drenched in sweat. He might immediately spit out a mouthful of blood and die.

He was unwilling in his heart, but Zhao Yunlong still forced out a smile. He gestured to the lead-lined glass and walked out dejectedly.

"Professor Zhao, I'll give it a try. Please rest for a while." When he brushed past him, Zheng Ren's words were as warm as a spring breeze.

Zhao Yunlong walked out of the operating theater in confusion and came to Chief Luo's side. "Chief Luo, did you call Boss Zheng here?"

"Yes." Chief Luo nodded. "The emergency TIPS surgery is quite difficult. Let Boss Zheng try."

"There's no information at all. I think it'll be very difficult." Zhao Yunlong showed a concerned expression and suppressed the anger of being kicked off the operating table in the bottom of his heart. He said, "I've read Boss Zheng's article countless times and used nuclear MRI to determine the location of the puncture point. But we don't even have a CT scan … "

He paused as he spoke. What he wanted to express was already very clear.

Chief Luo did not say anything. It was useless to say anything at this moment. Whether he could do it or not, he would know once he went on stage.

If possible, Chief Luo did not want to force Zheng Ren to go on stage. In his opinion, this was like forcing him to perform an emergency surgery that he had no confidence in.

If he succeeded, he would be hated by others.

If he lost, there would be even more trouble.

Chief Luo slowly took a deep breath and stared at the screen.

Zhao Yunlong looked at Zheng Ren through the lead-lined glass. He was washing his hands at the fastest speed and putting on sterile clothes. His eyes seemed to be looking in a certain direction.

Following his gaze, Zhao Yunlong guessed that Zheng Ren should be looking at the screen opposite the surgeon.

It was just X-ray imaging.

Zhao Yunlong really did not believe that Zheng Ren could do it unless his luck was heaven-defying.

However, there was not much time left for Zheng Ren. The patient was vomiting blood from time to time. The anesthesiologist and nurse were wearing lead aprons inside, ready to rescue him for the third time at any time.

Xie Yiren changed her clothes and came in. Seeing that there were three or four people standing inside, she did not go in. She stood in a corner like a little transparent person and looked at Zheng Ren's back with her eyes shining.

This kind of surgery had been done once in Sea City.

Because Sea City's endoscopy room and the Department of Gastroenterology could not perform emergency gastric varicose ligation surgery, the Department of Gastroenterology used the most traditional three-lumen and two-sac tube to compress it. Then, Zheng Ren and Su Yun performed emergency TIPS surgery.

It could be done last time, so it would definitely be done this time too!

Xie Yiren had confidence in Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren put on his clothes. The airtight lead door had already slowly closed. With the puncture kit in hand, the X-ray plain scan had already done countless reconstruction work in his heart. Zheng Ren had already determined the specific puncture point.

It was fine. It would be done in one go. Zheng Ren was full of confidence.

Even if there was a slight mistake, wasn't there still the + 16 Luck attribute? Zheng Ren became more and more interested in the mission that increased his luck value.

This kind of luck value that could not be seen or touched was really very beneficial.

Zheng Ren even guessed that if Zhao Yunlong had such a high luck value, the surgery would have been completed long ago. There was really not much need for him to come or not.

That unlucky guy.

The puncture kit went in. Zheng Ren glanced at the ECG monitor. The values on it were shocking.

"Is there a three-lumen tube?" Zheng Ren asked as he took off the puncture kit.

"Yes, do you want to open it now?" The nurse in the lead apron had been busy for nearly an hour. She was obviously very tired, and her voice was a little weaker.

"Get ready. After I finish the TIPS surgery, I'll first use the three-lumen tube to compress it. Then, I'll let Chief Luo decide when to do the ligation," Zheng Ren said.

This way of solving problems had been out of date for many years. Some people believed that the side effects of the three-lumen and two-sac tube were greater, and it was not as good as the effect of taking the kidney ice saline orally.

As Zheng Ren spoke, the patient's body suddenly twitched and a mouthful of venous blood sprayed out.

It was like a rain of blood. Blood sprayed onto the shadowless lamp, and the blood droplets drew countless dark red curves. It was not elegant, but it was like invisible ropes that strangled the patient's throat, wanting to strangle him to death.

The pressure of vomiting blood this time was extremely high. The venous blood sprayed onto the shadowless lamp, then went straight up to the roof and fell down again.

Zheng Ren's field of vision was dark red.

The anesthesiologist and nurse were a little flustered. At first, they subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but then they realized that this was a surgery and an emergency rescue. They had to do something.

The sputum suction tube was immediately stuffed into the agitated patient's nasal cavity, and streams of dark red blood were sucked out.

The anesthesiologist desperately pressed down on the patient's body, then prevented the intravenous pump that was pumping the resuscitation drugs from falling to the ground.

The blood rain fell, and the entire operating theater was filled with the smell of blood. It was as if they were in a boundless sea of blood in hell with no end.

Zhao Yunlong looked at the situation inside. After being anxious and shocked, he vaguely had other thoughts.

He was lucky. At the very least, the patient did not die during his surgery.

In that case, could he use this matter to make an issue out of it?

His IQ was extremely high, and his brain worked very quickly. Almost in an instant, he began to think about what he had to do to extricate himself from the patient's death on the stage and put the blame on Zheng Ren.

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