Chapter 225 - Operating Room Bully (Part 2 of 3) (1/2)

Zheng Ren put on his lead ap.r.o.n and scrubbed in.

When the surgical drapes were in place, Dr. Shen took a step back. He was surprised when it was not Department Chief Kong who entered the operating room.

“Little Shen, a.s.sist Boss Zheng. Time is of the essence,” Department Chief Kong’s voice echoed through the speaker.

Dr. Shen did not argue. His boss had spoken.

Nodding in response, he left to wash his hands and put on a surgical gown.

Lin Jiaojiao laid on the operating table. Without a second’s hesitation, Zheng Ren performed a radial artery catheterization.

It was successful on the first attempt and the introducer sheath was put in its place. The guide wire was fed into the artery at incredible speed. As the scrub nurse tied the strings of his surgical gown, Dr. Shen heard Zheng Ren urge him, “Hurry up.”

Dr. Shen was baffled.

Was the man talking to him?

Who did he think he was? This doctor from a small city was criticizing him for following standard gowning protocols?

Many high-ranking doctors liked to throw their weight around in smaller hospitals and pick on junior doctors. There had been cases where junior doctors resigned en ma.s.se, unable to cope with the mental hara.s.sment.

However, those were senior doctors from esteemed hospitals.

‘This guy is from a small city. Who does he think he is?’ Dr. Shen glared spitefully at Zheng Ren.

Bullies were not limited to school grounds. They existed in operating rooms as well.

Some fly-in surgeons had thrown tantrums in operating rooms when they found the surgical tools not to their liking.

However, this was the first time he had encountered someone criticizing his gowning speed.

“Hurry up! We’re waiting for you to start up imaging,” Department Chief Kong hollered over the speaker. He could not see Dr. Shen’s dissatisfaction, only the man’s unhurried pace.

Dr. Shen was startled.

He had just washed his hands and imaging was already on its way?

Impossible.

The department chief’s orders succeeded in making him speed up. A million questions ran through his mind as he put on his sterile gloves.

Once he was set, he walked up to Zheng Ren’s side. The scrub nurse exited the room and the heavy lead door shut soundlessly behind her.

Radial artery catheterization was complete. The guide wire and catheter were all in place. Zheng Ren’s crossed arms were still, clearly waiting for Dr. Shen to show up.

‘He’s already in position?’ Dr. Shen was shocked.

Zheng Ren saw the a.s.sistant zoning out and said sharply, “Pressure injector.”

“Em…” Dr. Shen snapped out of his daze and immediately connected the guide catheter to the injector.

With the device on, Zheng Ren commenced angiography.

The signal from the patient’s body was thrown onto the display screen. Dr. Shen was surprised to see the catheter positioned right at the carotid bifurcation.

The ophthalmic artery was branched off the internal carotid artery. Dr. Shen was amazed by Zheng Ren’s ability to maneuver the guide wire to the carotid bifurcation without any imaging a.s.sistance. His anger faded before such undeniable talent.

He felt guilty for making the surgeon wait.

Avoiding eye contact with Zheng Ren, he realized the man was not being insolent; he was.

If it were his own boss standing there, a hemostatic clamp would already be flying at his head.

Dr. Shen vowed not to humiliate himself in front of this outsider.

Department Chief Kong was one of the more mild-tempered supervisors. He did not want to risk failing his residency.

When his senses returned, Zheng Ren was already performing superselection. Onscreen, there was no contrast in the ocular region, indicating a distinct lack of blood reaching it.

‘What’s the next step? Thrombolysis?’