The Surgeon's Studio

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"Stop the car!" Zheng Ren subconsciously growled in a low voice. Xie Yiren stepped on the brake, and the Volvo's tires left black marks on the ground. Zheng Ren jumped out of the car. Su Yun was stunned for a moment before she followed suit. He did not know what had happened, but judging from Zheng Ren's expression, it was probably an emergency. The two of them ran all the way to the panicked crowd. Someone shouted loudly. The two emergency department stretcher workers who were taking a walk outside saw this scene and quickly went in to call for help. As the distance between them closed, Zheng Ren could vaguely see the corner of a white shirt in the gaps of the crowd. His heart sank. This was ... A doctor? Zheng Ren's actions were very rough as he parted the crowd. But he couldn't care about that now. The blood on the ground had already appeared under his feet. A pale face appeared in front of her. It was director Miao! Zheng Ren's body stiffened. Although it was spring in April, it had turned into winter in an instant, and the blood in his body had frozen. Department Director Miao was lying on the ground. His thigh was twisted beyond recognition. A piece of white bone had pierced through his pants and was exposed. Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment. He did not go up immediately, but looked at the system panel first. The background color of the system panel was very faint. The piercing red color was fading quickly, indicating that Department Director Miao's life force was slipping away and beyond redemption. The system had given him twenty to thirty diagnoses, each of which was fatal. "A Gurney!" Zheng Ren did not perform chest compressions. Instead, he shouted in a deep voice. "He's behind. " "Deep vein puncture kit, hurry!" Zheng Ren roared, his anger mixed with a little ... Fear. "Liquid! A syringe!" The cart's wheels made a hurried sound as it was pushed out. The examination partner who was pushing the cart behind them was so excited that he was about to fly. A young nurse followed behind him, carrying a pile of Emergency Medicine and deep vein puncture tubes in her arms. "Su Yun, lower your chest." Zheng Ren took another look. According to the system's diagnosis, director Miao's spine was not severely injured. It should not be a problem to move her. Even if there was a problem, the big pig trotter had suddenly crashed, and there was no time. "Inform the operating room to prepare for surgery!" Zheng Ren did not care who was present and who should lead the rescue. Instead, he snatched the command without any scruples and shouted with all his might. After carrying director Miao onto the Gurney, Su Yun quickly prepared the chest bottle. Zhou Litao threw a sterile bag over and Su Yun caught it. He tore open department Director Miao's white clothes. He did not even have time to take the blade out of the package. He used a little force and made a hole. He held the package in his hand. He pierced the skin and stabbed the hemostatic forceps in. After a slight cut, blackish – Red blood gushed out. Su Yun did not care about the sterile procedures. She simply used hemostatic forceps to clamp the thoracic tube and stuff it in. The nurse behind her had just opened a bottle of saline, and Su Yun used forceps to clamp the thoracic tube, suture, and fix it. Zheng Ren kneeled on the Gurney, tore open the deep vein puncture kit, and put on the sterile gloves inside. After a simple disinfection, he touched the left side of director Miao's neck with his right hand. The needle had already penetrated the skin and subcutaneous tissue, and entered the subclavicle vein. His actions were simple and straightforward. The Gurney was already pushed forward without a fixed time. Zheng Ren used a syringe to draw a tube of blood. Due to the sudden loss of blood, Zheng Ren had to use a lot of strength to draw out the slightly thin vein blood and hand it to the nurse who had been running behind him. Zheng Ren didn't say where he should give it to. He stretched out his hand, and a bag of salt water was handed to him. The deep vein puncture tube had already been inserted into the upper hepatic vein. Zheng Ren fixed it with one hand and connected the infusion set to the saline with the other. "Su Yun, bring the chest!" Zheng Ren suddenly roared. "I know, send it for disinfection immediately. I'll get Yiren to go on stage too!" Su Yun didn't follow the Gurney. Instead, she took out her phone and contacted the operating room and Xie Yiren. She turned around and took a shortcut to the operating room. Zheng Ren kneeled on the Gurney with his arm raised high and his hand holding the bag of salt water. The saline solution inside was dripped into Department Director Miao's superior vena cava in streams to try to maintain the most basic vital signs. With his other hand, he began to tear off director Miao's clothes and did a simple physical examination to avoid any possible mistakes that might happen when the big pig trotter stopped working. On Zheng Ren's system panel, the red color was fading rapidly. He could die from a cardiac arrest every minute and every second. The Gurney was dripping with blood as it disappeared from Department Director Kong's field of vision. He didn't run after her. After he confirmed that it was Department Director Miao, he looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant. He was covered in dust that couldn't be removed. His back unconsciously bent down and he coughed violently. When the Gurney disappeared from his field of vision, two streams of hot tears flowed down Department Director Kong's cheeks. The usually bold and meticulous Department Director Kong was gone. There was only an old man standing in the same place. An old man who had lived countless lives but was now lonely and helpless. ...... Someone had stopped the medical elevator long ago, and the Gurney went all the way to the operating room on the fifth floor of the inpatient department smoothly. The door of the operating room was wide open, and several anesthetists, the operating room nurses, and the head nurse were standing at the door, waiting anxiously. The patient's family members who were waiting for the surgery to end looked at this scene in surprise, not knowing what had happened. "The deep vein puncture has not been sutured. Be careful. Send him to the hybrid operating room! A hybrid operating room!" Zheng Ren handed the IV drip to the operating room nurse and instructed her. Then, he ran upstairs like a rocket to change his clothes. Su Yun had just changed her clothes. She put on the sterile cap as she prepared to enter the operating room. Seeing Zheng Ren run in, Su Yun asked,""Is there any hope?" "I don't know," After saying this, Su Yun rushed in with the silver – White box. Zheng Ren was a little flustered. Even though he was so skilled that he didn't seem to panic or feel anything wrong, it was a memory hidden in his muscles. He didn't need to use his brain at all. He only needed to touch it with his hand to know the location of the subcollarbone vein. He had also performed puncture countless times in the system space, so he didn't need to think. At this moment, he began to change his clothes. He had unbuttoned his shirt twice, but it still hadn't been undone. Time was of the essence, so Zheng Ren decided not to try anymore and tore off his shirt. The clanging sounds continued. The buttons fell to the ground like beads falling on a Jade plate. It was a little messy. However, Zheng Ren did not hear her at all. He hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed in while wearing a sterile mask. Department Director Miao had already been carried to the operating table. Zhou Litao and a nurse from the emergency department pulled a Gurney out with great effort. The Gurney was filled with blood, and the pool of blood turned dark red as the Gurney shook. Zheng Ren didn't see Zhou Litao greet him and quickly rushed into the hybrid operating room. The red background of the system panel was almost invisible. Zheng Ren's heart was burning with anger and he really wanted to roar. But he didn't say anything and went to wash his hands. ...... ...... It was a pity about what happened back then.