The Surgeon's Studio

Chapter 1335

Chapter 1335: Driving a rusty machine

“Why isn’t the gastric tube prepared? He had to hurry up and take it out. When the patient is sent here later, we’ll need to insert the gastric tube and the ureter at the same time as we build the venous access. ” Seeing that the preparation work was rather rough, Zheng Ren could not help but be harsh with his words.

The medical staff started to get busy. Like worker ants, they took out all the items that Zheng Ren had requested.

In fact, it was also possible to take it after the patient was sent in, but it would delay more than ten seconds or even dozens of seconds.

It was possible that the life and death of a child could be decided in just a few dozen seconds.

“Prepare the tracheal intubation set!”

“Open the phlegm device! Prepare the suction tube and open a bottle of saline for external use!”

“Liquid! Prepare the crystal and gel!”

A series of medical advice was shouted in the emergency resuscitation room until the shrill sound of an ambulance came from afar. It was only when the ambulance was getting closer and closer that Zheng Ren ran to the door.

Liu xuzhi was dumbfounded. He stood at the side, not knowing what to do.

Perhaps to boss Zheng, these were all conventional means. However, to Liu xuzhi, this was the most professional thing he could do.

At this moment, boss Zheng looked like a real doctor.

Zheng Ren did not think too much about it. All his attention was focused on the patient, and everything else was blurred out and pixelated.

There was a very worrying thing here: the People’s Hospital of Xilin town didn’t have a hybrid operating table!

Ever since he had come into contact with interventional surgeries, whether it was in Haicheng or 912, there had been a lot of hybrid operating tables. As long as it was an operating theater, there would be a hybrid operating table.

If his judgment was not wrong, the patient would need to go to an interventional operating theater for embolism surgery, and then he would have to rush to a large operating theater for surgery.

They still had to walk for at least three minutes in the middle, which was the gate to hell. Zheng Ren was not sure if he could pass.

‘As for the details, it’s up to fate,’ Zheng Ren thought to himself.

A 120 ambulance drove over at lightning speed, followed by a black Passat. It seemed to be the patient’s family.

The ambulance started to slow down when it was 100 meters away from the gate and stopped smoothly.

The Gurney was pushed over and the patient was taken in. Zheng Ren saw the bright red system panel, and it looked like blood was about to drip down.

There were a few particularly fatal injuries in the diagnosis. They were: pelvic arterial rupture, hemorrhagic shock, intestinal rupture, right kidney contusion, liver contusions, and traumatic wet lung.

It was almost as Zheng Ren had expected. The only thing he didn’t know was whether his condition was serious or not was a kidney contusion.

The child was lying on the Gurney. His skin was pale and looked a little damp. He was convulsing from time to time. Her father had encountered a huge and shocking change. He was stunned and his hands and feet were weak. He could only subconsciously lie on her body and stabilize the patient’s upper body, trying not to make her move.

In Passat behind them, a few women were helping a person down. Zheng Ren did not take a close look, but he guessed that it was the patient’s mother.

A 5cm thick metal rod was deeply stabbed into his lower body, and the exposed part was sawed off. From the looks of it, the chair and base couldn’t be moved, so they found firefighters to help cut it off.

The Gurney was quickly pulled to the emergency resuscitation room.

Establish the venous access, the inferior gastric duct, and the ureter. If they were in Room 912 and they encountered an especially urgent emergency patient, all of these could be done in the operating theater. However, this was a small border town, and Zheng Ren did not dare to take the risk.

The patient’s blood pressure was extremely low. What if the nurses were unable to insert the needle, take out the blood sample, and establish the venous access when the patient went into the operating theater?

If a blood transfusion was not performed immediately, no matter how good the surgery was, the patient would still die.

Zheng renfei also followed the Gurney back to the emergency resuscitation room. He used his shoulder to push aside the nurse who was holding a syringe and was about to draw blood.

“Deep vein puncture kit!” Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.

Although they did not know him, he gave people a feeling that he was sure to win the moment he appeared, and the director was present, but he was as honest as a dog. This made the emergency medical staff make the right choice.

Zheng Ren opened the deep vein puncture kit, disinfected the wound, and put on sterile gloves.

One needle.

Blood.

The first tube of blood was drawn, and Zheng Ren retracted his hand out of habit.

However, no one picked up.

It was a headache to have different habits.

“Nurse, give me the blood!” Zheng Ren roared.

“Oh, oh.” The nurse beside her was stunned by the lightning – fast scene in front of her. The blood vessel was so deflated that it looked like two pieces of paper. How did the needle go in so easily?

“Salt water!”

“The one who’s delivering blood, run! The fastest speed!”

“Associate Hospital director Wang, either you keep an eye on him or get someone to keep an eye on him. The blood transfusion department must be quick!”

Zheng Ren could feel the background color of the patient’s system panel starting to fade, and his voice started to become more urgent.

The exhausted roar itself had the effect of making people feel adrenaline and dopamine surge.

The rusty machine started to run with all its might under Zheng Ren’s control, making creaking sounds.

Fortunately, Zheng Ren was the best mechanical worker and could predict which parts might have problems in advance.

For example, the Hematology Department, the operating theater, and ...

After fixing the deep vein puncture tube and connecting the liquid, Zheng Ren took off his sterile gloves and led the patient to the operating theater.

Hospital director Wang took a look at the blood pressure. It was a 60/30mm mercury column, and he knew that the possibility of resuscitation was not high. He wanted to comfort the patient’s father as they were old friends. However, before he could say anything, Zheng Ren yelled at him.

The scattered and unruly emergency rescue personnel were like innocent little sheep. They were forced and urged by a Lion, and finally all of them started running.

Hospital director Wang panted as he followed the Gurney to the operating theater.

After a few rounds, although the distance was not long, less than 200 meters in total, Associate Hospital director Wang felt that all the energy in his body had been sucked away.

He reluctantly followed behind. As he ran to the operating room, he called the blood transfusion department while panting and arranged for the blood type to be done as soon as possible.

Zheng Ren brought the patient to the operating theater, and the group of experts had not dispersed yet.

However, Zheng Ren only knew Zhou chunyong about their skill level. He was not sure about the others. But this didn’t matter, they couldn’t get on the stage. If he were to go for surgery, he would have to bring at least one of his family’s doctors.

Now that they were here, they had more manpower.

The professional quality of the Chinese and foreign expert teams was obviously much higher than that of the emergency personnel in border town. Although he was a doctor from the Department of radiation, he could tell that the patient’s injury was serious just by looking at it.

They immediately assisted in carrying the patient to the operating table. He held it gently and tried not to touch the pressure rod that was piercing his body.

All of a sudden, Zheng Ren realized that he had forgotten something.

There was no ventilator in this interventional surgery room.

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