Chapter 8 (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Report yourself to the matron and prepare for the surgery,” Finally, the long-awaited emergency trauma case. Zheng Ren could almost feel the breaking of numerous high-energy phosphate bonds in the ATPs within his cells, releasing energy under the stimulation of blood.
The patient’s condition started to emerge on the upper-right corner of his vision when Zheng Ren s.h.i.+fted his gaze to him.
An incised wound on the back without injury to the internal organs. Vital signs were stable.
The patient would be placed under observation after the wound was sutured with a prescription of anti-inflammatory drugs for a few days. A simple case.
The sight of mangled flesh and the b.l.o.o.d.y mess would not petrify an experienced clinician.
Especially one like Zheng Ren, who was blessed with the System.
Zheng Ren returned to the duty room and put on his white coat.
White coats were prohibited in the cafeteria to prevent any potential outbreak of unknown microorganisms—for example, Acinetobacter baumannii, which was highly resistant to most clinically available antibiotics—from random departments. The entire hospital system would undoubtedly collapse if an outbreak started in the cafeteria.
The patient and his family members had arrived at the emergency surgery department’s doorstep when Zheng Ren left his room in proper attire.
“Doctor, my brother was slashed. Please save him,” The patient was supported by a young man with horror all over his face, presumably terrified by the gruesome sight before him.
“Brother Yuan, please prepare an anesthetic and the treatment fee. I’ll suture this patient’s wound in the meantime,” instructed Zheng Ren.
Multiple trauma cases that required wound closure would arrive at the emergency department every day and Yuan Li had been mentally exhausted by repeating the same procedure. Thus, the fact that Zheng Ren volunteered to personally suture the wound greatly satisfied Yuan Li.
The simultaneous arrival of two or three trauma cases when there was only one doctor on duty was the most annoying thing that could happen in the emergency department. The question of which case to deal with first was almost as hard as completing an S-rank mission in games, which was extremely terrible indeed.
The patient was brought to the procedure room while his family members were asked to pay the treatment fee first. After that, Zheng Ren and a nurse carried the patient to the operating table.
The operating table in the emergency department was relatively simple and covered by a brown, slightly soft antimicrobial fabric.
Trauma cases in the emergency department usually consisted of minor traumatic injuries or wound contamination. Thus, the antimicrobial fabric was used for its bloodstain resistance and ease of cleaning without the risk of contaminating the patients’ wounds.
The patient’s s.h.i.+rt was cut open and the wound, approximately twenty centimeters long, appeared before Zheng Ren’s eyes.
Blood continued to gush out of a few small blood vessels in his exposed wound, which soaked his s.h.i.+rt completely before gravity pulled it down onto the operating table.
Zheng Ren took a piece of sterile cotton to cover the wound and started his preoperative preparations.
Xie Yiren, wearing a blue-colored disposable sterile cap and a surgical mask, entered the procedure room soon after. She then started a.s.sisting Zheng Ren by preparing the instruments without a word.
Surgical tray, surgical suturing pack—scalpels, surgical scissors, needle holders, suture materials—opened, Lidocaine, normal saline…
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Meanwhile, mist started acc.u.mulating above the crystal clear pond in the mysterious world buried deep within Zheng Ren’s mind. The mist became thick with seven different colors flickering in it, as if there was a rainbow concealed at the heart of that odd cloud. Countless vague shadows emerged and pa.s.sed out of sight almost instantaneously, resembling a mirage.
There was a s.h.i.+ft in energy and the blurry image in the mirage started to clear.
Zheng Ren would be extremely shocked if he witnessed this scene, because whatever he was doing in the procedure room was projected within the mirage.
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“0.5% Lidocaine prepared.” Xie Yiren was nimble in her movement.
That was the difference between a normal nurse and a scrub nurse, who was more proficient in preoperative preparations.
Zheng Ren removed the sterile cotton on the patient’s wound and said, “This is going to hurt a little, so try to endure the pain.”
The patient nodded in response, but his movement was barely noticeable as he lay p.r.o.ne on the operating table.
The wound was irrigated with normal saline before Zheng Ren used a pair of forceps to pick up a cotton swab, soaked in iodophor solution, and wiped directly on the wound, moving outward.
Every muscle fiber on the patient’s back contracted as soon as the iodophor solution touched his exposed nerve fibers.