One hundred and sixty-two severe pelvic fractures? It would be possible to have five or six consecutive surgeries from the beginning to more than three days.

However, there are fewer interventional doctors, so who is doing the surgery here?

He remained silent, his already numb limbs and brain could not support him in thinking about other things. All his energy was spent on surgery, and it seemed like endless surgery.

When I arrived at the interventional operating room, there was a busy figure of a circuit nurse in the corridor, and more than a dozen seriously injured people were lying on the extra bed outside.

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

There is nothing else to do with this kind of wounded person except amputation. Mr. Sun was silent. He always felt ashamed of these wounded persons.

Why is there no update and more advanced medical methods that can protect the body?!

As he accelerated his pace, President Sun walked straight into the operating room as if he had done something bad.

"Where are people?" Mr. Sun asked.

"I'm asleep while 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.

"As he talked, Dr. Zheng fell asleep." Director Jiang sighed and suppressed his emotions. "There are only two surgical rooms in total. The other is Dr. Zheng's assistant and Professor Mu, who had just rushed back from the Mayo Clinic in the United States. Only Dr. Zheng himself did the surgery in this surgical room."

That's enough.

Mr. Sun was a little surprised, but he didn't have more emotions. Everyone was the same, everyone had reached their limit, but they were still struggling.

But there seemed to be something wrong. Mr. Sun was a little dizzy and didn't notice these details.

Director Jiang opened the air-tight lead door in the operating room and the three of them walked in.

Zheng Ren tilted his head, wore a blue disposable sterile surgical gown, and he was sleeping soundly.

Xie Ning's eyes were a little complicated, and he looked 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 him up no matter how reluctant I just passed by the injured who needed amputation.

"Are the orthopedic doctor here? Have you cooperated with the intervention?" Zheng Ren's snoring immediately disappeared, and his misty voice seemed to be talking in a sleep.

Director Jiang didn't say anything and glanced at Mr. Sun.

"Cooperate." Mr. Sun nodded.

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

The smile touched the bruises on the face, and a burst of pain, and people seemed to be a little more energetic.

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

"About ten minutes."

"Oh, that's OK." Zheng Ren then stood up from the ground, tore off the disposable sterile suit, and threw it into the medical waste trash can, "Start now, this person..."

"This is Mr. Sun from Orthopedics." Director Jiang introduced.

"Mr. Sun will watch it in the operation room. After I finish it, let's discuss if there is any problem." Zheng Ren's tone was very plain, but there was a smell of unstoppable.

Is this an order from a superior doctor?

Mr. Sun is very familiar with this kind of sentence that sounds polite but condescending.

If it is a provincial college, the only one who can talk to me is the director of the interventional department and a retired old professor.

After all, it is not a department, so we should be a little polite to each other. But although we are polite, the aura of the superior doctor remains unchanged.

This person... looks very young. Where does this confidence from the bottom of his bones come from? And... Mr. Sun felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Instead of refuting, he nodded, helped carry the injured to the operating table, and then left the operating room.

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

"He does it alone... faster than both of them next door." Director Jiang smiled and said.

At this moment, Mr. Sun realized what was wrong in the moment.

"Director Jiang, I saw that Dr. Zheng had bruises on his face. What's going on?" Mr. Sun asked.

"He and his assistant came down from the front line." Director Jiang said, "I have been here for a day and a half, and I haven't stopped."

Director Jiang cared about that Zheng Ren didn't even stop, and Mr. Sun shivered.

One day and a half? More than 100 interventional embolization surgery for pelvic fractures?

No, I must have thought it wrong, no one would have had the surgery so fast. There must be something wrong...

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

It's still a trivial matter to not sleep for 36 hours.

But 162 surgeries were performed?

Mr. Sun was surprised and frowned.

If it is normal, Mr. Sun would definitely think that this is false data, and the people who make the data do not understand medical care at all.

How long does it take for an average operation to take? Isn’t this nonsense?

But now it is the emergency rescue time, and Uncle Ning is not the kind of person who can run a train and speak indecisively.

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

The injured person was a tibia and fibula fracture. He was pressed by a heavy object for a long time and had been necrotic. Above the knee joint, edema spread to 1/2 of the thigh.

The injured person's thigh was swollen like a steamed bun. If he was in the Dawei Operating Room, he could only amputate his limbs from below the hip joint.

Because even if the skin edge of the edema is sewn on, it cannot heal due to lack of blood supply. If the suture is barely sutured, it will eventually die, and a second phase of surgery is required.

What should he do? Mr. Sun concentrates his mind, looks at Zheng Ren disinfecting through the leaded glass, wears sterile surgical gowns, lays a list, stands on the right side of the injured, and starts the operation.

"Mr. Sun, after Dr. Zheng took the thrombus, will it be helpful to your surgery?" Director Jiang asked.

Although he had circulatory intervention and occasionally had thrombectomy removal, Director Jiang did not know much about the procedure of thrombectomy removal, let alone what the orthopedics would do after thrombectomy removal.

"It is helpful. Generally, one section of amputation can be reduced. The specific length depends on the level of the interventional and orthopedic surgeon." Mr. Sun said.

"From you see, if it were normal, where would the injured person amputated from?" Director Jiang asked.

"The knee joint is definitely not preserved, so I can only keep one more part of my thigh. After the operation, the injured person uses prosthetic limbs to support his walking, which is more convenient." Mr. Sun was confident and quickly made his judgment clear.

If this is the case, it won't be very meaningful.

But Dr. Zheng in it 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 leaded glass.
Chapter completed!