Chapter 27 (2/2)

The first general surgery department had 55 standard hospital beds and all were occupied at this very moment. Additional beds were lined along the corridor all the way to the entrance.

One patient came with at least two accompanying nurses, some with more. There were more than ten people crowding the corridor—the scene was not unlike a morning market.

Patients who had undergone surgery rested on the additional beds with intravenous drips. The situation led to some dissatisfied families.

As this was happening, new patients were turning up at the general hospital’s first general surgery department. The medical staff were desperate and losing hope.

The hospital chief on duty¹ was woken from his slumber. He got down to managing the lack of hospital beds and manpower to cope with the influx of patients.

Zheng Ren’s crazy night of appendectomies was like the domino that triggered the chain of events in the general hospital.

Under the instructions of the hospital chief on duty, the second general surgery department began accepting spillover patients. More matrons, doctors, and nurses were called back for extra duty.

The general surgery department of the hospital ran like intricate machinery with Zheng Ren as the motor that powered it.

One appendectomy patient after another was sent to the lower level. Any idle patient monitor was dragged to the general surgery departments. The electronic beeps of ten or more heart monitors formed a hectic tune.

In the end, the hospital chief on duty rang up the chief of the department of hospital administration and called some shots. Low-risk patients could forgo vital sign monitoring.

At 5:34 am, the second general surgery department corridor was also filed with hospital beds.

New patients were still coming into Sea City General Hospital.

One after another.

One after another.

Zheng Ren had lost count of the number of surgeries. A thought was stuck in his head: ‘Must get an a.s.sistant.’

The a.s.sistant would only help move the patients onto the operating table.

It was extremely exhausting. Zheng Ren’s back felt like breaking.

In the surgical demonstration cla.s.sroom, Old Chief Physician Pan slept with his palm supporting his head.

Chief Surgeon Liu wore a stony expression as he watched the screen.

Was Zheng Ren a robot? Over twenty appendectomies and Chief Surgeon Liu had spotted no error. Every surgery was top-notch and Zheng Ren showed no signs of weariness.

Disappointment caught up with Chief Surgeon Liu. He had highly suspected that if ten more appendectomies came in, Zheng Ren would complete them perfectly as well.

d.a.m.n it all!

The doctors who had fallen asleep watching the surgery livestream on Xinglin Garden woke up.

Their eyes were greeted with an ongoing surgery. It was as if time had stopped and they had woken at the exact moment they fell asleep.

Had he performed a whole night of appendectomies?

The livestream video counter had reached 32. The doctors could not believe their eyes.

Had he completed over twenty appendectomies overnight?

It was a frightening thought!

This level of efficiency and proficiency was unparalleled in the medical field. Their views on life had been smashed into pieces, the shattering sounds echoing in their hearts.

[He did 28 appendectomies in the later half of the night? Question to others: what was your highest record for a Night of Appendices? Mine is nine.]

[Eleven. I was exhausted at the end and slept for a whole day.]

[Eight. I was only done by 3pm the next day. Didn’t even take a break.]

The doctors talked among themselves and the final conclusion was just wors.h.i.+p—wors.h.i.+p of this highly-skilled, highly-experienced surgeon that had limitless stamina.

As time pa.s.sed, some people picked up on a problem. Based on simple calculations, over thirty patients with acute appendicitis in a single hospital meant that this hospital covered a population of over a million.

In a big city with its population in the millions, there would be at least five to ten Cla.s.s Three Grade A Hospitals. How was it that so many acute appendicitis cases ended up in one hospital?

Their suspicions did not extend further but made the livestream less credible. The techniques had been outrageous to the point where they questioned their lives.

This was fate; the eccentric could not be explained with logic.

At 7:48 am, the anesthesiologist came into the operating room to take over for the tired night s.h.i.+ft doctor. He balked at the stack of anesthesia records.

How many surgeries did this f*cker do?

“What the h.e.l.l were you guys up to last night? Why is there not a single disposable sterile gown left?” The operating room matron’s furious shouts could be heard.

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