Chapter 137 - You Never Know Which Comes First, Tomorrow Or Accident (1/2)

The main purpose of the blood collection was to determine the patient’s blood type for subsequent transfusion.

Blood transfusion was the best method to treat hemorrhagic shock.

“A large amount of fluid is seen in the hepatic fossa with minimal fluid acc.u.mulation noted in the Morison’s pouch. The suspected cause is hepatic rupture leading to intraperitoneal hemorrhage,” the doctor reported the ultrasonographic findings.

“What surgery are you going to do?” asked Old Chief Physician Pan.

“Interventional radiology for hemostasis,” Zheng Ren replied, “Notify the operating theater to prepare corresponding equipment.”

The nurse had connected the intravenous infusion drip at this time. Then, she threw a pack of dextran and an ECG monitor to the stretcher trolley, which Zheng Ren quickly escorted to the operating theater.

“Chief Physician Pan, I’ll leave the preoperative counseling to you.” Zheng Ren disappeared around the corner in a flash.

Old Chief Physician Pan wore a stern expression, fully aware of the patient’s critical condition.

An undetectable diastolic pressure was equivalent to decreased intravascular volume due to rapid blood loss. The mortality risk remained high even with surgical intervention.

Zheng Ren rushed to the emergency operating theater to perform the surgery. In the meantime, Old Chief Physician Pan began to direct the medical staff to preserve and mark the patient’s clothes under video surveillance as evidence.

These were not meaningless.

Countless unidentified patients were admitted to the hospital each year. After they were successfully rescued, they found out… No one knew if this was the truth, but they claimed that they lost their belongings and demanded compensation from the medical personnel. It was a common trend in the current world.

Therefore, emergency rescue was often delayed by these trivial matters, and as to whether anyone perished because of this, n.o.body knew.

Fortunately, this patient was in a critical state and required immediate surgical intervention, and Old Chief Physician Pan, who had not gotten off work, could help Zheng Ren deal with this issue. If this incident happened in the middle of the night, the legal procedure of preoperative counseling alone would take too much time and probably cost the patient his life.

Sometimes, apart from the doctors’ expertise, fate was another important factor to ensure a patient’s survival.

A cell phone, fully accessible without a pa.s.sword lock as the patient was an elderly man, was found among his belongings.

Old Chief Physician Pan searched through the recent contact history and called a number with an ID named Darling.

“This is the Sea City General Hospital emergency department.

“Are you Tang Guoqing’s family member? Please come to Sea City General Hospital emergency department immediately. Your father has severe intra-abdominal bleeding and requires urgent surgical treatment.

“The patient has gone to the operating theater, but there are some procedures that need to be done.

“His condition is very serious, so I can’t guarantee the success of surgical treatment.”

Old Chief Physician Pan calmly and objectively explained the situation to the family member before putting the phone into a clean yellow biohazard bag, which was then sealed by a nurse.

Even though the family member had been informed about the situation, the patient still had to undergo surgery without waiting for his family to sign on the preoperative informed consent doc.u.ments.

Soon, a staff from the medical administration division arrived at the emergency department. Old Chief Physician Pan then urged him to begin recording the situation and authorize that the emergency surgery was greenlighted.

Old Chief Physician Pan speculated that the emergency surgery had begun at this moment, which was considered a minor violation of rules, but negligible when a life was at stake.

Approximately ten minutes later, a woman with a pair of rimless spectacles in her late-twenties hurried into the emergency department.

She was bare-footed. Perhaps she had thrown her high heels somewhere along the way as it had impeded her movement speed.

“Nurse, I’m Tang Guoqing’s daughter. Where is my father? How is he? What happened to him?” asked the woman anxiously.

Tears had made wet tracks down her chalky-white face and ruined her beautiful makeup, but she cared none of it and bombarded a nurse with questions.

Her voice was loud, impatient and impolite.

The nurse, who had been working in the emergency department for a long time, empathized with the family members and patiently replied without expressing any resentment, “The chief is in the office. Please speak with him.”

Acknowledging the nurse’s instructions, the woman hurried to Old Chief Physician Pan’s office, knocked on the door and entered the room without waiting for a response.

She was in such a hurry that her left shoulder accidentally knocked on the door frame with a loud bang.

Paying no attention to the pain in her left shoulder, she quickly asked, “Chief, my father…”

Her breathing was ragged, and the words that managed to escape her mouth sounded sharp and cold. The remaining words vanished into the air, leaving the sentence hanging and unfinished.