"Wake up, wake up?! The patient is really awake?!"
"Look, he's sweating so much, and there are still water droplets falling on his body."
A female surgeon noticed something was wrong, pointed at the young man's body, and suddenly exclaimed.
The young man had regained consciousness at this time. When he heard the sounds around him, he looked at one of his arms and found that it was already covered with beads of sweat. He was shocked and hurriedly asked Zheng Hairong who was not far away.
: "Doctor, I, what's going on with me? What happened just now?"
Zheng Hairong didn't know what happened, not to mention he was still angry, so he naturally didn't answer with a cold face.
Chen Fan explained: "Don't worry, you are fine now. These are to speed up your metabolism and metabolize the flesh-eating bacteria in the body to the outside."
"Metabolized outside the body? I, there are flesh-eating bacteria in my body too?!" When the young man heard this, his scalp suddenly became numb.
This thing has already caused my fingers to be amputated. If there is such a thing in my body again, my life will be lost!
"The flesh-eating bacteria in your body have almost been excreted. If you drink more water and excrete more, you will be fine." Chen Fan patted the patient's arm and comforted him.
After hearing Chen Fan's explanation, the young man nodded quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.
As for Zheng Hairong, his expression was extremely ugly at this time. He did not expect that Chen Fan would actually trick him again.
In order not to embarrass himself in front of everyone, Zheng Hairong said: "This is caused by flesh-eating bacteria in his body, and it has nothing to do with my surgery."
"Really?" Chen Fan sneered and glanced at Zheng Hairong.
"Director Chen, what does this mean?" Zheng Hairong asked.
Chen Fan pointed at the young man's finger: "You made a mistake in the first step of the operation."
"Am I wrong? Director Chen, if you can't explain why today, don't blame me for being rude!" Zheng Hairong asked coldly, with an angry look on his face.
Chen Fan said: "Okay, then I will tell you what you did wrong."
"First, the patient's finger was infected with flesh-eating bacteria. You cut off the patient's finger without any isolation treatment, causing the flesh-eating bacteria to enter the patient's body through the blood. Second, after the operation was completed, you did not perform antibacterial treatment on the patient's wound.
Third, if a patient has multiple organ failure, you should use epinephrine as soon as possible. Do you know that epinephrine compresses blood vessels, increases blood pressure, and enhances myocardial contractility. If you do this, you will undoubtedly speed up the patient's death.
I want to ask you, is there any problem with this kind of surgery?"
After hearing Chen Fan's question, the scene fell silent!
Zheng Hairong was even dumbfounded. He froze on the spot, and his mind recalled everything he had experienced during the previous operation.
It didn't take long for Zheng Hairong's expression to turn extremely ugly, because he realized that everything Chen Fan just said was right!
"Director Chen, I, I know I was wrong." Zheng Hairong swore several times, and finally chose to bow to Chen Fan with a face filled with shame.
The young surgeons were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.
This was an authoritative expert in surgery in Jiangcheng City, and he actually bowed to such a young doctor?! This made the surgeons who followed Zheng Hairong's example some dare not accept this reality.
Seeing Zheng Hairong lower his head, Chen Fan naturally would not target him again. He had just seen that the other party's surgical technique was indeed very clean and neat. His reputation as an authoritative surgical expert must not have been wasted.
Nowadays, the surgery department of the mental hospital is also in need of such talents. Chen Fan said calmly: "I hope Dr. Zheng can treat every patient with caution in the future. His wounds will need to be treated again."
After saying this, Chen Fan turned around and walked towards the door.
"Yes, Director Chen!" Zheng Hairong was completely impressed by Chen Fan's medical skills and nodded quickly in response.
The young doctors who had ridiculed Chen Fan before all shut their mouths and quickly moved out of the way.
After walking out of the operating room and changing out of the sterile clothes, Chen Fan took out his cell phone and looked at it. There were more than a dozen missed calls, and the calls were all from Daxiong.
Chen Fan frowned slightly, Daxiong suddenly made so many calls, it must be something urgent, so he dialed back immediately.
Soon, Daxiong's anxious voice came from the phone: "Brother Fan!"
"What's wrong?" Chen Fan asked.
"Brother Fan, something happened to Xiaohu!"
"What's going on?" Chen Fan stopped.
"Early this morning, Xiaohu got off work from Fashion. When he was passing the moat bridge, he was intercepted by a group of people on the road, and then he and his car were knocked off the bridge. He was only discovered this morning."
"What about others? Who did it?" Chen Fan asked quickly.
"I don't know yet. He is now in the Second Hospital, but the doctor said that he may not be able to be saved. He can only use epinephrine to maintain some vital signs." On the phone, Da Xiong could be heard sobbing.
"Wait for me there and tell the doctor that no matter how many doses of epinephrine you use, you must maintain his vital signs!" Chen Fan ordered.
"Yes, Brother Fan!"
Chen Fan hung up the phone and ran out of the hospital quickly.
In more than twenty minutes, Chen Fan drove to the emergency room of the Second Hospital.
At this time, there were young people standing outside the door as far as the eye could see. Everyone was standing in the corridor with heavy faces, as if they were waiting for something.
"Mr. Chen is here!"
I don't know who shouted.
Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Fan, and then they quickly moved out of the way.
Seeing these people in front of him, Chen Fan frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything and walked quickly towards the door of the emergency room.
"Mr. Xiong, what I said is true. You are wasting resources by using adrenaline to hang the patient's life like this. There is really no chance that this person will come back!"
Outside the emergency room, a male doctor wearing glasses was persuading Da Xiong earnestly.
A man standing next to Big Bear stepped forward and grabbed the male doctor's collar: "You bitch! You didn't understand what our boss said, did you? If something goes wrong with the guy inside later,
If you don't persist until the people we are waiting for arrive, I tell you, none of these people behind me will let you go!"
"Understand?!"
The male doctor was startled by the man. His glasses were already crooked and hung on his face, with a look of horror on his face.
He just followed the routine to notify the family members, but he did not expect that these people were so difficult to talk to. They had to wait for someone to arrive, and the adrenaline could not be stopped, and the patient's vital signs had to be maintained. This was simply in vain.
"I understand, I understand." The doctor was so frightened that he was trembling a little.
"Understood, do you want to pay him back? What are you doing standing here?! If the guy inside leaves, I guarantee you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow!" the man threatened viciously.
"Stop!" However, at this moment, a familiar voice sounded from the crowd.