Chapter 184 Fatal Injury

Several doctors, regardless of age, came to help at this time.

Zheng Ren didn't pay any attention to what they were doing. He took the bag and tore it open. He opened the iodophor bottle on the rescue car and put it directly on Fang Lin's stab wound.

The iodophor flowed out of the bottle and made a gurgling sound, which disappeared after more than ten seconds.

Zheng Ren threw the iodophor bottle aside, put on sterile gloves, and took out the sharp knife from the incision bag. He didn't even want to waste the time to press the handle of the knife, and cut it straight away.

Zheng Ren moved very fast, and before the old professor next to him could say anything, Zheng Ren had already slashed.

Is this to stop the bleeding with bare hands? ! The old professor was astonished.

How many years have you not seen bleeding with bare hands? How can this ordinary person be more professional than an ordinary doctor? !

Zheng Ren came to see Professor Gu, wearing casual clothes and looking like ordinary people.

A middle-aged doctor came up to stop him, but before he could speak, Zheng Ren slashed along the wound pierced by the murderer's long knife to the side of Fang Lin's right rectus abdominis, and directly cut an incision of about 10cm.

Black and red blood spurted out like a fountain.

Zheng Ren relies on master-level general surgery skills, master-level intervention skills, and experience in 300 cases of liver dissection.

"Notify the blood bank! Prepare the flat car! Go to the operating room!" Zheng Ren roared with red eyes.

A doctor has already gone to level the cart, and it was delayed for a few minutes because it was an outpatient clinic. In addition, someone called to contact the operating room and related departments such as general surgery and chest surgery.

Zheng Ren held Fang Lin's liver gate area with his right hand, feeling a little fortunate in his heart.

Fortunately, it is in a hospital, or a large third-class hospital in the imperial capital.

If it was another place, Fang Lin would be cold.

The flat cart was quickly pushed over, and the others helped to carry Fang Lin onto the cart. Zheng Ren's posture was particularly awkward, and he moved carefully with Fang Lin's body.

He didn't dare to be careless, if he really tore Fang Lin's portal artery and vein... the consequences would be unimaginable!

Kneeling on the flat car, several doctors pushed the flat car and ran all the way to the operating room.

An old professor with gray hair could not run, so he had to stand down and tell the operating room in an asthmatic voice that the injured doctor would be here soon.

No matter who they are, they are saving their colleagues, their friends, and a fresh life in their own way.

The young doctor was in front, pulling the car hard and controlling the direction, while dispersing the patients on the road and the family members of the patients onlookers.

Seeing the people lying on the flatbed cars wearing white coats, the passing doctors and nurses put down their work and came to help.

No one knew what happened, but everyone knew they had to do something.

Some help push the cart, some help clear the road, and some rush to the elevator and ask for the elevator first, so as not to wait for the elevator and delay the time.

Someone wanted to replace Zheng Ren, but was rudely rejected by Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren held Fang Lin's liver door in his hand. He didn't trust anyone at the moment, only himself!

The road is very long, from the outpatient clinic to the operating room, it takes five minutes to walk.

The doctor in the anesthesiology department received a call, and several doctors and nurses had come to the door of the operating room.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a flat car pushed down from the elevator, and blood was dripping down, drawing a bloody road.

No one spoke. Anesthesiologists in dark blue isolation suits replaced the doctors and nurses in white suits. They were silent all the way, and the flat car drove into the operating room.

Emergency surgery, ready to begin!

Seeing Zheng Ren kneeling on the flat car with his hands in the belly of the injured person, this strange picture frightened many people, even the medical staff.

Hemostasis with bare hands is only introduced in books, but in fact, few people have seen it.

"Hemostasis? Which vessel?" an anesthesiologist asked.

"Liver Gate, don't dare to let go." Zheng Ren tried his best to squeeze out a hoarse word.

The anesthesiologist instantly understood what Zheng Ren was doing.

Deep vein puncture was performed, the fluid was hung up, and the blood sample was sent to the blood transfusion department for matching. With the ECG monitoring, the blood pressure can no longer be measured.

Countless emergency medicines began to be injected into Fang Lin's blood vessels from the intravenous channel.

Zheng Ren knelt on the operating table, the light of the shadowless lamp was a bit dazzling, and disinfection was very troublesome.

But he can't move!

Can't move at all!

The director of general surgery rushed over and asked about the situation.

After learning about the condition, brush your hands, disinfect them, and prepare for surgery.

The director of thoracic surgery rushed over, and they placed a chest wall drainage bottle before the anesthesiologist gave general anesthesia. As soon as the tube was inserted into it, the sound of snoring bubbles in the closed drainage bottle came out.

At the same time, the anesthesiologist connects to the ventilator and enters an anesthesia state.

Tension pneumothorax, in the absence of closed chest drainage, will not be on a ventilator no matter how urgent it is.

The air that is blown in directly enters the chest cavity and cannot be expelled, causing the lungs to collapse. The more you blow your chest, the more pressure you get, until you can't breathe in oxygen.

That's killing people, not saving people.

The anesthesia was not yet complete, and the general surgery department had simply placed a sterile sheet and opened the abdominal cavity along Zheng Ren's incision.

Anyway, Fang Lin was about to die at this time, so there was no need to wait for anesthesia. While resuscitation, while anesthesia, too late.

Looking directly at the wound, it was startling.

The liver was penetrated, and neat incision wounds were left on the lateral and diaphragmatic surfaces of the liver.

The director of general surgery glanced at Zheng Ren. He knew that if Zheng Ren had not pinched the portal artery and vein within the golden 300 seconds, Fang Lin would definitely not have survived the operating room.

"Young man, go down, leave it to me here." He said in a deep voice.

Reason tells Zheng Ren that he has nothing to do with him now. Emotions told him to brush his hands directly, change clothes, perform surgery, and suture the liver wound.

In the end, reason prevailed over emotion.

A white sterile glove appeared in the field of vision, and moved to the side of the liver port.

Exchanging glances, Zheng Ren nodded and let go. The portal of liver was immediately pinched by the other hand, neither tight nor loose, with the right strength.

This is the imperial capital, not the first hospital in Haicheng, Zheng Ren told himself repeatedly.

Getting off the operating table, Zheng Ren's vision suddenly dimmed.

Zheng Ren knew that this was caused by the retinal discomfort caused by staring directly at the shadowless lamp for a long time.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm down.

But when Zheng Ren closed his eyes, the scene in the outpatient clinic came alive in front of him.

So brutal!

annihilate,

human nature.

Zheng Ren shook it twice, his feet were weak, and he didn't have the strength to walk out of the operating room.

Reluctantly touched the corner of the wall, he sat down along the corner.

A nurse noticed Zheng Ren's movements, opened a bottle of glucose and handed it to Zheng Ren, and wiped the blood on Zheng Ren's body with sterile gauze dipped in saline.

No one spoke, and the entire operating room fell into the most frightening silence.

Silence!

Deathly silence!

"Ah?!" Suddenly, an exclamation interrupted the silence, "Let the Department of Hand Surgery and Department of Orthopedics come to power!"

His eyes converged, and blood was oozing from the wound on Zheng Ren's left shoulder.

A few pieces of sterile gauze were covered and instantly soaked with blood.

he……

Stop bleeding with your bare hands? !