Chapter 801: Bizarre Compound, Internal Injuries
Hearing Lin Jiaojiao’s words, Zheng Ren immediately remembered the radiographic films she had shown him when he returned to the Imperial Capital after the mission.
It was a child who had lost weight. He was carried by his family through the underground tunnel to the Xiangjiang Black Clinic for gastric bypass surgery.
There was something wrong with the radiographic films. Not only was there an ulcer, but there might also be a tumor. Zheng Ren did not say it explicitly during the banquet. He only asked for an ERCP.
At this moment, Zheng Ren recalled that his passive ability, [reconstruction], and instantly integrated the remaining image data in his mind. Zheng Ren was sure that it was a tumor!
“I remember!” Zheng Ren said cleanly, “Didn’t you do an ERCP to the pathological tissue biopsy?”
“Yes,” Lin Jiaojiao said. “I did a biopsy, and it was in-situ cancer.”
“But she refused the surgery. Her emotions were calm at first, but she suddenly wanted to die.
“Her family is doing her job, trying to convince her.
“But I didn’t expect that she would suddenly vomit blood and go into hemorrhagic shock while having lunch at home today. She’s dying.”
“…” Zheng Ren was stunned.
Hemorrhagic shock?
‘Wasn’t this a little too exaggerated? How was that possible?!’
Although the tumor in the ampulla of the duodenum was progressing relatively quickly, it had not even been a month. How did it grow so big? It actually ruptured and bled?!
“The chief of the General Surgery Department is on the operating table. They have a lot of surgeries today. The Chief Resident is downstairs. I was worried that there would be a problem with the laparotomy, so…” Lin Jiaojiao was a little embarrassed and said, “Chief Zheng, I’m sorry to have troubled you.”
“It’s fine.” Zheng Ren waved his hand and said, “I’ll go up and take a look. I’m not familiar with this side.”
“I’ve contacted President Wang, who is supporting us in Sea City. He made a phone call. I’m sorry to trouble you to come up on stage and be an assistant,” Lin Jiaojiao said politely.
“No problem,” Zheng Ren said.
As he was speaking, a stretcher trolley was pushed out. The liquid bags swayed, and a few of the bags flowed along the venous channels and were filled with liquid. A woman was crying loudly behind the stretcher trolley. She was supported by the other family members, preventing her from grabbing the stretcher trolley.
The poor world’s parents were probably in the same situation.
Zheng Ren glanced at the patient on the stretcher trolley. It was a girl. She was 18 or 19 years old. Her hair was long and messy. Her face was gaunt and her entire body was as thin as firewood. She looked to be about 80 pounds.
‘Could this be considered a successful weight loss?’ This thought suddenly appeared in Zheng Ren’s mind.
A super-obese patient could indeed reduce the amount of food they ate through gastric bypass surgery and weaken the body’s absorption of nutrients, thus achieving weight loss and hypoglycemia.
But did this girl have to go through all this trouble to lose weight?
Zheng Ren did not quite understand.
The background of the System panel was extremely red, the kind that was eye-catching.
As for the diagnosis: hepatic rupture, spleen rupture, gastric rupture, duodenal rupture…
Zheng Ren cursed in his heart.
What kind of injury could cause so many organs to rupture at the same time?
Zheng Ren had seen this kind of injury before. It was more common in street fights ten years ago. The hooligans were young and did not know their strength. When they saw the blood, they were stunned. They stabbed people with their bare hands.
Now that the economic environment had improved, there were reminders of the cost of fighting everywhere. It was rare to encounter such serious external injuries.
Then there were especially serious car accidents.
However, car accidents usually led to injuries in physical organs, such as the liver and spleen. It was rare for a car accident to cause a gastric injury.
It was not that there were no incidents; it was just that the probability was relatively small.
Seeing the ugly expression on Zheng Ren’s face, Lin Jiaojiao said, “Chief Zheng, sorry to trouble you.”
“Sister Lin, looking at what you said…” Zheng Ren nodded and asked, “I’m not familiar with this Chief Resident. Can you let me go up?”
“I’ve contacted President Wang from Sea City’s support. He called to communicate. The director of general surgery won’t be able to come down for a while. I’m worried…” Lin Jiaojiao was halfway through her words, and the rest was just left lingering.
She knew that asking Zheng Ren to go onstage was actually quite taboo. However, after interacting with Zheng Ren many times, this junior doctor from Sea City appeared in people’s field of vision like a shooting star with an unstoppable momentum.
Lin Jiaojiao did not know whether Zheng Ren was a shooting star that disappeared in a flash, or whether he would become a star that would always be bright.
However, Zheng Ren’s skill was impeccable.
After Director Kong returned from Sea City, he talked about the ten or twenty emergency surgeries that night at the wine table. Other than admiring Zheng Ren, he also recognized him.
The General Surgery Department’s surgical standard was comparable to that of a group of professors from the 912. This was something that Director Kong had personally said.
He had no choice. His friend’s child and the director of the General Surgery Department were all on the operating table. The Chief Resident and the Emergency Department could only do this.
“That’s Chief Jiang from the General Surgery Department. Let me ask him again to see if he has contacted him.” Lin Jiaojiao and Zheng Ren followed behind the stretcher trolley and ran all the way to the operating theater in the General Surgery Department.
Just saying hello was enough. Zheng Ren’s name, especially in the General Surgery Department, was known by everyone, including the Chief Resident.
Two was exchanged for four, with the four chief residents and the doctor waiting to pick up the Chief Resident to go to Sea city to exchange for Zheng Ren and Su Yun. This matter had already caused a stir in 912. In addition to Zheng Ren’s identity as a candidate for the Nobel Prize, saying that there were people who did not know about it was close to bullsh*t.
However, skill was skill, and rules were rules. Even if Zheng Ren went on stage, he was still an assistant. He was still the kind of person who did not have enough help to go up and lend a hand, even if he could make the surgery better.
Zheng Ren did not care much about whether he was a surgeon or not. He was just puzzled about why the patient’s injuries were so complicated.
The large area of various injuries did not seem to be caused by the rupture of the tumor.
Zheng Ren used his identity as a senior doctor to recall the various cases that he had gone through, but he did not get any answers.
He even thought of domestic violence and all sorts of bizarre things, but he did not get any answers.
When he arrived at the door of the operating theater, Zheng Ren said something to Lin Jiaojiao and went to the changing room.
“Chief Zheng? I heard that you’ve been transferred here?” The person who saw the changing room was an auntie who was in her fifties. She greeted Zheng Ren warmly.
When they first came to the Imperial Capital, Zheng Ren had seen her. Su Yun said that she was very difficult to get along with. She was basically someone who had gone through menopause for more than ten years and had a sour temper that made Su Yun admit defeat.
However, this auntie treated Zheng Ren very well because of the matter with Fang Lin.
He was really popular with the elderly. Zheng Ren smiled and said, “Auntie, I’ve been transferred here for some time. When I first came, I was on a mission. When I came back, I rushed to the front line. Now I’m back.”
“You went to the front line?” The auntie opened the drawer and took out two keys that were strung together and threw them to Zheng Ren. “Hurry up and get busy. When you’re free, tell me about the front line.”
“Okay!” Zheng Ren secretly noted down this matter.
This auntie was not the kind of person who was easy to talk to. He would definitely find some time to get closer to her. Otherwise, if he had the opportunity to do the surgery and could not even enter the door, that would be a joke.