The Surgeon's Studio

Although the System did not issue a new mission, Zheng Ren’s medical skills had risen to a whole new level.

Even Zheng Ren himself…had never even dreamed that such an outcome would occur.

As for what those clear silk threads signified, Zheng Ren did not know either.

After checking the System space, the little white fox outside the cottage seemed to have come to life. Unknowingly, the System’s coverage space had also expanded a little.

Zheng Ren still did not know what this meant.

Since he did not know anything, Zheng Ren could not be bothered to think about it. In the end, he simply lay by the pond and fell asleep.

He slept soundly without any dreams. It was not until he was woken up that Zheng Ren realized that his entire body was in so much pain that he could not even get out of bed.

With just a slight movement, all the muscles and bones in his body felt like they were being torn apart. It was a heart-wrenching pain.

Zheng Ren knew that this was caused by the large amount of lactic acid accumulated in his body. This accumulation could even be compared to the lactic acid poisoning of patients with severe diabetes.

However, there was no problem with his liver and renal function test. There would not be too much damage. However, if he wanted to recover, he would need to rest for a period of time.

But now… There was really no way to rest.

Zheng Ren was still not fully awake. The smell of rice porridge assaulted his nose and sense.

Oh, it’s the porridge that Little Yiren bought, Zheng Ren thought.

He tried to open his eyes and saw Xie Yiren leaning on her knees with both hands. Her waist was slightly bent, and her eyes were as bright as stars. She was very serious and focused while looking at him.

He wanted to grin but his whole body felt exhausted, which made Zheng Ren’s smile look a little strange.

“It hurts!” Su Yun shouted. He was the same, his whole body in terrible pain.

“Get up, it’s time to eat.” Xie Yiren smiled. Her white neck was akin to flower petals, and her pink face was like a stamen, giving off a refreshing fragrance.

“Oh.” Zheng Ren supported himself and sat up. After resting for a while, his body gradually adapted to its sore state.

After sleeping, he felt much better. However, his whole body felt even more tired even if he felt much better than before he had taken a rest.

There was nothing he could do about it. The current situation did not allow him to sleep more.

To be able to rest for three hours was already a decision that made his teeth clench. Zheng Ren knew that there must be a large number of medical teams heading to Chengdu but did not know when they would arrive.

When they arrived, he would be able to rest. Zheng Ren comforted himself with that knowledge.

“I haven’t eaten for a long time so I didn’t prepare any rice. I went to cook a pot of porridge. I brought the rice. There are only a few taels of Xiangshui rice left in my house so I brought it all with me.” Xie Yiren scooped up the porridge with a spoon and slowly blew over it, lowering its temperature.

The clear fragrance spread in the small office, making people feel refreshed.

“Damn… This is really Xiangshui rice.” Su Yun stretched his waist and immediately became energetic. “The ones sold in the market are all fake and the taste is always a little bad.”

“Well, there wasn’t much left in the house. This time when I packed my things, I guessed that you guys wouldn’t eat much, so I brought all of them,” Xie Yiren said as she blew on the hot porridge.

“Money Isn’t omnipotent. You can do 9,999 things with it but the only thing you can’t do is be able to experience a poor person’s bitterness,” Su Yun complained. He stood up shakily and walked to the table.

The rice porridge was covered in a layer of indistinct greens, full of vitality.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Hurry up and eat,” Zheng Ren said.

“This isn’t nonsense…”

“This is Chengdu’s specialty cold-pot fish. I packed it for you guys,” Xie Yiren said. “It was a little late and I couldn’t buy any vegetables so I only went home to cook porridge.”

“Yiren, your family also has a house in Chengdu?”

“Yes, a long time ago, this land was auctioned. My dad came over and wanted to give it a try. He didn’t expect the Hong Kong investment to come in. No matter how high the price was, there was always a higher bidder. Later, my father gave up and bought a few beautiful houses in Huaxi next to Chengdu.”

“A few beautiful houses in Huaxi…” Su Yun coughed twice.

It was a property that might not have been expensive in the past, but now the price soared to the sky.

“Boss, I suggest that we go to Huaxi to work. It’s really convenient to walk home after work since it’s only a five-minute walk.” Su Yun drank porridge and chatted with Zheng Ren.

“Back then, the school sold that piece of land to a real estate developer. It’s said that it caused a lot of controversies,” Zheng Ren said as he ate. “When I was in school, I always felt uncomfortable when I saw a piece of the square campus being cut out.”

“How long will the surgery take?” Xie Yiren interrupted the gossip between Zheng Ren and Su Yun and asked.

“I don’t know,” Zheng Ren answered weakly.

The subtext was that he didn’t know either. It depended on how many injured people there were. However, he also knew that with Xie Yiren around, it was impossible for him to continue surgery day and night.

There would be a combination of work and rest. Otherwise, he would be the next victim of Chief Jiang’s widowmaker heart attack.

Xie Yiren wanted to say something but ended up recalling something. The expression on her face was a little sad as she fell silent.

The three of them kept quiet and finished the whole pot of porridge.

If it weren’t for the fact that they were full and couldn’t eat anymore, Su Yun would have used the purified water to rinse the pot and eat all the rice still clinging to its side. Sometimes, there was nothing bad about being a dog.

“Oh, right, do you have Chief Chen’s phone number? I didn’t remember it in a daze,” Zheng Ren asked Su Yun.

“I don’t have it.” Su Yun touched his belly, reluctant to leave the room.

“I have it here. What’s the matter, Zheng Ren?” Xie Yiren asked.

“I forgot to tell Chief Chen that for the injured after amputation surgery, they need to do hyperbaric oxygen if they have a history of smoking. The results are better,” Zheng Ren said.

Because smoking could cause vasospasm and it was a continuous effect, it would not disappear because they did not smoke for a short period of time after the amputation.

Therefore, the newly established capillary network would find itself difficult to establish compared to the non-smoking patients. This was an objective factor and Zheng Ren could not make up for it with surgery.

Therefore, he looked for all kinds of methods and decided to do hyperbaric oxygen after the surgery to help restore the blood supply.

Hyperbaric oxygen therapy was to use a machine to create an atmosphere of more than one atmosphere for oxygen therapy, often called ATA.

1 unit of ATA was about 760 mmHg (101.32 kpa) oxygen units. Most general treatments used 2 to 3 ATA units.

With the addition of a negative ion-generating device, it could be said that this was an eco-level treatment that was neither invasive nor toxic, promoting the body’s self-renewal process by allowing the patient to inhale pure oxygen containing negative ions at high pressure. It enhanced the vitality of immune cells to fight against diseases, thus allowing the patient to gradually recover.

Generally speaking, the neurosurgery department often used high-pressure oxygen for treatment.

Some neurosurgery doctors even suggested high-pressure oxygen treatments as soon as possible after the surgery to promote the patient’s microcirculation and the recovery of nerve cells.

For amputees, high-pressure oxygen was helpful in reducing edema of the body’s tissues and anti-bacterial. It had an extremely important effect on recovery.

Xie Yiren did not quite understand but Zheng Ren’s words rang true.

She took out her cell phone, found Chief Chen’s number, and dialed the number.