Chapter 705 Does This Operation Make Sense?

One hundred and sixty-two severe pelvic fractures? From the very beginning, it would be possible to perform continuous surgeries in five or six intersurgery rooms in more than three days.

However, there are very few interventional doctors. Who is performing the surgery here?

He fell silent, his numb limbs and brain unable to support him thinking about other things. All energy goes to surgery, a seemingly endless operation.

When I came to the interventional operating room, there were busy figures of itinerant nurses in the corridor, and more than a dozen seriously injured patients were lying on the extra bed outside.

It can be seen that these seriously injured people are the kind whose limbs have been pressed by heavy objects for a long time, leading to necrosis.

This kind of wounded, in addition to amputation, there is no other way. President Sun was silent, he always felt ashamed of these wounded.

Why is there no newer and more advanced medical means that can save limbs? !

Stepping up, Mr. Sun walked straight into the operating room as if he had done something wrong.

"Where are the people?" Mr. Sun asked.

"I fell asleep sitting inside." Director Jiang pointed to the operating room and said.

"Why don't you go to the duty room to rest for a while?" Mr. Sun frowned.

"While talking, Dr. Zheng fell asleep." Director Jiang sighed, suppressing his emotions, "There are two surgery rooms in total, the other is Dr. Zheng's assistant who just arrived from the Mayo Clinic in the United States. Professor Mu, who came back, performed the operation together. In this operation room, only Dr. Zheng himself."

In other words, that's enough.

Mr. Sun was a little surprised, but there was no more emotion. Everyone is the same, everyone has reached their limit, but they are still struggling.

But there seems to be something wrong, Mr. Sun's mind is a little dizzy, and he didn't notice these details.

Director Jiang opened the airtight lead door of the operating room, and the three walked in.

Zheng Ren tilted his head, wearing a blue disposable sterile surgical gown, sleeping soundly.

Xie Ning's eyes were a bit complicated, looking at Zheng Ren with a focused look.

"Doctor Zheng, Dr. Zheng?" Director Jiang called softly.

Although I couldn't bear it, I had to call up the wounded who needed amputation just now, no matter how reluctant they were.

"The orthopaedic doctor is here? Have you cooperated with the intervention?" Zheng Ren's snoring disappeared immediately, and his ethereal voice seemed to be talking in his sleep.

Director Jiang did not speak, but glanced at President Sun.

"I cooperated." Mr. Sun nodded.

Zheng Ren opened his eyes and saw three people in front of him, he smiled.

The smile involved the bruises on his face, and there was a burst of pain, and the person seemed to be more energetic.

"How long have I slept?" Zheng Ren asked.

"About ten minutes."

"Oh, that's alright." Zheng Ren immediately stood up from the ground, tore off the disposable sterile clothing, and threw it into the medical waste trash can, "Start doing it now, this..."

"This is President Sun of the Department of Orthopedics." Director Jiang introduced.

"Mr. Sun, watch it in the operation room. After I finish it, if there is any problem, let's discuss it." Zheng Ren's tone was very flat, but there was a smell that could not be rejected.

Is this the order of the superior doctor?

Mr. Sun is very familiar with this kind of polite but condescending statement.

If it was a provincial hospital, the only people who could talk to him like that were the director of the interventional department and a retired old professor.

After all, it is not a department, and they have to be a little more polite to each other. It's just that although he is polite, the aura of the superior doctor remains the same.

This... looks very young, where did this self-confidence come from? And... President Sun felt a little strange in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He didn't refute, but nodded, helped lift the wounded to the operating table, and then exited the operating room.

"Director Jiang, can I do it alone?" Mr. Sun asked when Zheng Ren was standing alone in the operating room, looking so helpless.

"He does it alone... faster than the two people next door." Director Jiang said with a smile.

At this time, President Sun realized what was wrong just for a moment.

"Director Jiang, I see bruises on Dr. Zheng's face, what's the matter?" Mr. Sun asked.

"He and his assistant came down from the front line." Director Jiang said, "It's been a day and a half, and I haven't taken a breath."

What Director Jiang cared about was that Zheng Ren didn't take a breath, while President Sun shuddered.

day and a half? Have done more than 100 interventional embolizations for pelvic fractures?

No, I must be thinking wrong, no one will operate so quickly. something must be wrong...

"Well, Zheng Ren and Su Yun arrived at Pengxi Township Hospital yesterday afternoon. So far, they have done 36 hours of surgery and completed interventional embolization of pelvic fractures... Together with Professor Mu, they have completed 162 operations." Xie Ning Say cold big data next to it.

36 hours without sleep is a small thing.

But did 162 operations?

Mr. Sun was surprised, his brows furrowed.

If it is normal, Mr. Sun must think it is false data, and the people who do the data do not understand medical care at all.

How long does an operation take on average? Isn't this nonsense.

But now it's emergency rescue time, and Uncle Ning is not the kind of person who runs the train and speaks out of line.

President Sun stood in front of the operating table in confusion, preparing to watch Zheng Ren's surgery.

The injured person suffered a fracture of the tibia and fibula, 5cm below the knee joint. Above the knee joint, the edema spreads to 1/2 of the thigh.

The injured person's thigh was as swollen as a steamed bun. If he was in the operating room outside the hospital, he could only have his leg amputated from the hip joint.

Because even if the skin edge of the edema is sutured, it cannot heal due to lack of blood supply. Reluctantly sutured, it was necrotic in the end, and a second-stage operation was required.

What is he going to do? Mr. Sun was attentive, and through the lead glass, he watched Zheng Ren being disinfected inside, wearing sterile surgical gowns, laying out sheets, standing on the right side of the wounded, and began the operation.

"Mr. Sun, after Dr. Zheng's thrombectomy, will it help your surgery?" Director Jiang asked.

Although he engages in circulatory intervention and occasionally takes thrombectomy, Director Jiang does not know much about the procedure of thrombectomy from limbs, let alone what the orthopaedic department will do after thrombectomy.

"It's helpful. Generally, amputation can be reduced by a section. The specific length depends on the level of interventional and orthopaedic surgeons." Mr. Sun said.

"In your opinion, in normal times, where would the injured person be amputated?" Director Jiang asked.

"The knee joint will definitely not be able to be preserved, so we can only keep an extra section of the thigh. It is easier for the injured to walk with a prosthetic limb after the operation." Mr. Sun was confident and quickly explained his judgment.

If so, it doesn't make much sense.

But Dr. Zheng insisted that he could do it, so let's take a look, Mr. Sun doesn't care.

Although it doesn't make much sense, it makes sense after all.

Xie Ning stood beside him, silent, staring at Zheng Ren behind the lead glass.

The itinerant nurse came out, closed the air-tight lead door, and the operation began.