The Surgeon's Studio

Chapter 849: Reinforced Concrete Arm

Early the next morning, Zheng Ren opened his eyes and picked up his phone. There were many messages on his phone.

Gao Shaojie, Wang Qiang, and the others congratulated Zheng Ren on the success of the live broadcast of the surgery. ‘Old Gao must have received the news very late,’ Zheng Ren thought.

However, even though he did not know the news and did not personally watch the live broadcast of the surgery, he soon heard about it from others. It seemed to have formed a storm that swept across the domestic medical industry.

The doctors in the Interventional Department were especially shocked.

Zheng Ren left a message for Gao Shaojie. He had been in contact with the Professor and had performed more than thirty TIPS surgeries during this period of time. Gao Shaojie followed the standard procedure and sent the patient’s information to Professor Rudolf Wagner.

After breakfast, he went from East City to West City for work.

Although the departure time was relatively early, it was still a long distance. As he walked, Zheng Ren pondered whether he should rent two rooms near the West City Hospital.

However, when he thought about the housing price and rent in the Imperial Capital, Zheng Ren gave up.

Although this money could definitely be taken from the public funds, Zheng Ren had never seen or taken it. He had never thought about the huge amount of money in the public account.

Moreover, Zheng Ren had a use for that money.

He had to wait a little longer. He would have more money on hand.

The Imperial Capital was different from Sea City or even the Provincial Capital. Xie Yiren’s family did not have many houses here. Of course, the East Third Ring Road was not included.

When he came to the hospital, he first took a look at the patients, chatted with them, and grasped the various conditions of the patients’ diet and lifestyle. He would feel better fine after he turned in his shifts and made ward rounds.

Zheng Ren was not used to such a leisurely life.

However, it did not matter. Zheng Ren could go to the System library to read.

After the TIPS surgery, the patients were very stable. After Zheng Ren arranged for the second phase of the surgery the next day. He was just about to go to the library when the nurse outside greeted him.

There was a call from the Department of Genitourinary Surgery.

Zheng Ren found it a little strange. He picked up the phone and said, “Hello, this is Zheng Ren.”

“Boss Zheng, this is Yu Wangshan. We are performing the surgery for the adrenal tumor today. Chief Miao is asking if you have the time to take a look at it?” Chief Yu from the Department of Genitourinary Surgery said very politely over the phone. He was a little out of breath. He probably took the fire escape to the changing room on the sixth floor and was ready to go on stage.

“Sure.” Zheng Ren was also quite curious about the patient. Moreover, it was Chief Miao who invited him, so he readily agreed.

After he agreed, Zheng Ren greeted Chang Yue and the Professor and went straight to the operating theater.

Yu Wangshan, Chief Yu, was changing clothes in the changing room. When he saw Zheng Ren enter, he greeted him warmly.

“Boss Zheng, the patient is back from the examination.” Chief Miao greeted him and did it in a hurry. “It is indeed the problem you mentioned,” Chief Yu said with a smile. “Your diagnostic skills are really high!”

Zheng Ren replied with a smile.

This kind of indifferent attitude could easily make a conversation awkward. Zheng Ren was better at surgery. He was not good at having a passionate conversation with others.

It could not be helped that everyone had personality problems.

However, he was good at it and was kind to others. He just did not want to chat.

Few had many opinions about people like him. At least, Chief Yu did not have any opinions when he saw the situation. He went on to explain the entire process. The Department of Genitourinary Surgery went through two rounds of preoperative discussions and worked out a recovery plan with the relevant departments before they were ready to begin the surgery.

For the Department of Genitourinary Surgery of the 912, surgery was not a big deal.

However, when Chief Miao was making ward rounds, he said something and asked if Boss Zheng had the time.

Zheng Ren did not know what Chief Miao meant, but he could not directly reject him. Moreover, he was more or less interested in this surgery.

In the operating theater of the System, when he was training for the surgery for hepatic echinococcosis, Zheng Ren also practiced the nephrectomy.

He had some understanding of the Department of Genitourinary Surgery. There was no harm in watching the surgery. This was all experience. Besides, there was nothing else to do.

Unlike the emergency ward in Sea City, where Zheng Ren operated every day, Zheng Ren’s hands were a little itchy.

After changing his clothes, Zheng Ren and Chief Yu left the changing room together. They climbed the internal stairs to the operating theater on the fifth floor.

The day’s work had just begun. The operating theater was busy and orderly.

Other than the emergency operating theater, the other operating theaters were all open. The doctors, circulating nurses, and scrub nurses, who transported patients to the operating theater, were like a series of beating notes, playing the melody of life.

“Boss Zheng, this way.” Chief Yu very politely led the way to the operating theater of the Genitourinary Surgery Department.

The patient was already lying on the operating table. The anesthesiologist was putting on an oxygen mask and preparing to intubate, give medicine, and anesthetize the patient.

“Let me take a look at the radiographic films again,” Zheng Ren said.

Chief Yu picked up the radiographic films that were placed together with the medical records and handed them to Zheng Ren. After he said that, he went to check the patient’s information and looked for the surgical signs to prevent the wrong kidney from being cut.

Rigorous verification was an essential part of the job.

Zheng Ren inserted the radiographic films into the radiographic film viewer in the surgery room and rested his chin on his hand as he looked at them again.

There was nothing wrong with the overall situation. Zheng Ren only habitually scanned the radiographic films before the surgery. This was a habit. It was a good habit, and Zheng Ren was not prepared to correct it.

As he looked, there was suddenly a burst of noise from outside. The sound of anxious and hurried footsteps could be heard.

‘Emergency treatment?’ Zheng Ren’s heart skipped a beat.

However, in a split second, Zheng Ren remembered that this was the 912. Emergency treatment had nothing to do with him.

The hormone levels in his body that had just increased a little immediately returned to normal.

1.235 seconds later, Zheng Ren suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The footsteps and anxious shouts came from the operating room inside, not the emergency operating room that was closest to the outside.

What was going on? Could it be an allergy?

Zheng Ren’s first thought was that he was allergic to fluids during surgery, such as low-molecular dextran.

However, even if it was an allergy, it was not a big problem. He could just give the corresponding treatment, except for a very small number of patients who would suddenly have severe edema symptoms, leading to sudden death or brain hypoxia, which would lead them to becoming a vegetable.

Zheng Ren was a little curious. He put the radiographic films into the bag, put them together with the medical records, and walked out of the operating theater.

In the corridor, a nurse was running. It seemed that she was going to get something that she did not usually use. A doctor was anxiously making a phone call in the corridor, looking for a senior doctor to come immediately.

A tense atmosphere, like a volcano erupting and spewing lava, caused the temperature of the entire operating theater to rise a lot.

The one who called was the anesthesiologist. After he made the call, he hurriedly returned to the operating theater. Zheng Ren followed behind him. He came to the door of the operating theater and took a look.

There were seven or eight doctors who were busy rescuing the patient inside. The patient’s tracheal tube had already been inserted, and the ventilator was working.

An arm was sticking out. It looked like it belonged to the patient, but the arm seemed a little strange..

Zheng Ren frowned and looked carefully.

People kept touching the extended arm, but the arm was like reinforced concrete. It did not move, but shook slightly at a high frequency.

During the rescue, the speed of the action was relatively fast. There was no gentleness, only rough, simple, and fast movement.

However, even with the violence and collisions, the arm was still spread out. No matter how they were touched, they barely moved. It only shook at its own frequency.

What the hell was going on?!