696 Draw Blood (1/2)

Ling Ran exercised his neck. His muscles were sore now.

The main reason was that the work pace on the ship was too tense, and the environment was not comparable to working on land. If he were in Yun Hua Hospital, even if Ling Ran was performing a series of operations, he would have an appropriate amount of time to rest in between surgeries, especially surgeries like hepatectomy. He might usually appear to perform surgery after surgery, but in actual fact, he always had twenty to thirty minutes of time between surgeries where he basically did nothing, perhaps even more.

Patients undergoing elective surgery would not mind waiting for such a short time. In fact, Ling Ran would take a lot of this break time to look at the MRI scans before he used a Virtual Human.

Even in liver cancer surgery, which had the heaviest workload of all, Ling Ran also had a habit of taking a break. To Ling Ran, the time for the Pathology Department to send the report over was the time to rest.

However, on the hospital ship, the patients who were sent over were all people who truly needed emergency treatment, and each of them was injured worse than the last.

Two ships had collided before hitting a reef. Fortunately, when the ships hit the reef, it gave the wounded some hope of survival because the ships went up the reef. But the bad thing was that it created more danger and put greater pressure on the doctors who were treating them.

While the Yun Hua 893 was on its way, the rescue team that arrived at the accident scene earlier had accumulated a large number of patients, and those patients who were being transferred right then were mostly critical patients. With only two operating theaters in the hospital ship as a basis, forget about Ling Ran, even Huo Congjun only had a very short time to rest, since they had to deal with so many patients. Even Doctor Zhou had not found time to slack off.

After Ling Ran had concentrated for a few hours, his condition inevitably started declining.

After receiving the mission from the system, he snapped to attention.

He needed to give his all with every surgery. If he thought about saving his energy and allocating his stamina for subsequent surgeries, he would have to pay for the patient's wellbeing and quality of life.

He would just have to solve whatever problem he faced when the next surgery rolled around. If he just saved or allocated his energy, or do any other thing, he would not be able to solve any future problems. That would only create problems in the present.

”Control the body temperature. How is his blood volume?” Ling Ran quickly sutured and tied knots, as if he had returned to the time when he had just learned Master Level Simple Interrupted Suture Technique. The difference was that he now understood all the various situations during surgery and had the corresponding capability to respond to those situations.

Even without the corresponding skills from the system, Ling Ran had accumulated enough knowledge after working in the Emergency Medical Center after working in it for more than one year, and he could make various intraoperative diagnosis during the surgery.

The anesthetist on the hospital ship was a little amateurish in terms of skill. He took some time before he reported, ”I can basically maintain his blood volume at seven... whereas the temperature ...”

He looked around the operating theater in a troubled manner and whispered, ”Shall we increase the room temperature?”

Not having the corresponding equipment in the operating theater to regulate the patient's temperature was considered a problem in terms of the medical treatment ideals they held, but they could also be described as poor.

For patients with massive bleeding who required massive blood transfusions, maintaining their body temperature was very important. Yun Hua Hospital had the corresponding requirements in this regard, and they had also issued a series of papers with this as its topic.

Huo Congjun looked around and asked, ”Is there an electric blanket on the boat? Bring it over, disinfect, wrap it up, and send it over here so we can use it.”

A health worker hurriedly went out to find an electric blanket. When the operation had progressed to this extent, it had already surpassed what the Yun Hua 893 could manage. The health worker was confused throughout the whole process. He just did whatever he was told to do, and he was as obedient as a koi fish.

As a member of the local rescue center specializing in rescuing the people caught in disasters of the sea, the normal missions that the Yun Hua 893 usually had to face were just patients numbering in the single-digits, and they were mainly to be transferred or temporarily housed before being transferred after they were treated. Difficult surgeries had never been part of its crew's training goals.

It was also impossible with setting up performing difficult surgeries as the crew's goal. Ever since Yun Hua Rescue and Salvage Center took over this hospital ship, the total number of operations they performed in it over the past few years had been fewer than a thousand cases. When providing free medical treatment, it was necessary for it to follow a treatment group from a larger hospital ship. When they reached the place, they mostly did minor operations.

Such a surgical volume and level of surgery could not support high-ranking doctors. It would be difficult to even maintain its state of operations. Imagine a doctor who was good at hepatectomy. If he or she were to arrive in this sort of hospital ship, that doctor may not even get three or four cases of hepatectomy a year. With two to three years down the line, it would be inevitable for the doctor's skills to be rusty. Not only would the doctor's skills turn rusty, but the entire medical team would also encounter the problem of no longer being as skilled as they were in the past. Even if they were paid highly, it would be difficult for them to maintain a team. Besides, they were not able to get high pay for this type of work.