Chapter 1**2

Zheng Ren Ran to the dressing room of the operating room with a large Trolley Case on his shoulder.

No matter how anxious, always ensure aseptic operation. This must be done as long as it is not the case of running out of ammunition and food when the earthquake relief is at the center of the earthquake.

After changing his clothes in a hurry, Gao Shaojie came in panting.

Neither of them spoke. Zheng Ren ran directly into the operating room with a trolley case.

"Boss Zheng, eight hands!" Gao Shaojie didn't forget to shout at last.

But this sentence is completely meaningless. The corridor of the operating room is in a mess. The wind is blowing at the feet of doctors and nurses, urging blood, and looking for people.

Director Lin of the medical department of the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University accompanied president Li with a black face and commanded the rescue.

In fact, there is nothing to command. Let the vascular department come up and have a look. The probability of sewing is not large.

Professor Zhan said this before the operation, because there is a retroperitoneal paraganglioma, as long as there is a tear in the inferior cavity, it can't be sewn at all!

Director Jin, people should have been thrown on the stage.

All we have to do now is try our best. In the opinion of director Lin, all the rescue is to do a little.

Really special! The professors in the imperial capital can't do it. Lao Jin's life!

A discovery is late. I don't even have a chance to have an operation.

Or a rare retroperitoneal paraganglioma

Director Lin's eyes are a little distracted. It has nothing to do with medical accidents. He is just sad.

Although he is not closely related to director Jin, director Jin belongs to the old director. He is a classmate with President Li. He has known him since he went to work and has been in contact with him for decades. Now, seeing the blood in the mirror blocking the vision, director Lin felt uncomfortable.

"How special? Do this kind of operation in an ordinary operating room!" A familiar voice sounded, some surprised and some angry.

Who is this?

On and under the operating table, it has become a mess.

Director Lin looked for the speaker. The voice he remembered was still a very important person, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was.

Zheng Ren took a look at ECG monitoring. His blood pressure had dropped to 60 mm Hg, but his heart rate was still sinus, which meant there was still hope.

On the operating table, the endoscope was turning to laparotomy, and the forceps of the endoscope were not taken out. Zheng Ren knew that this was the time to separate the bleeding, and reluctantly blocked the position of the blood vessel break with hemostatic gauze to avoid too much bleeding and win a little meager time for subsequent rescue.

Zheng Ren was angry that the operating room was an ordinary operating room, but not a hybrid operating room.

MD！ He scolded with hatred in his heart.

"Boss Zheng, why are you here?" Director Lin tried to find it. Finally, he was surprised to find that it was Zheng Ren. He asked in surprise.

At that time, he wanted to dig boss Zheng to the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University. Director Lin also went to manage the president of Medical University and asked for a career establishment.

Unexpectedly, Emperor's 912 started earlier than himself and gave more favorable conditions.

So I passed by a star of hope. Director Lin often thought of it and would be very sorry.

I didn't expect to "encounter" in the operating room today.

"Can I help you?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Help? You have a way!" Director Lin asked in surprise.

"Try it first. If you can't, hurry up and go to the hybrid operating room..." Zheng Ren was helpless when he said this.

With all kinds of pipes and ventilators, they have to move to another operation room under general anesthesia. It is estimated that people will die in the past.

"Please!" Director Lin said immediately.

In this case, Dr. Zheng said there was still a way. Like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, director Lin immediately agreed.

Anyway, director Jin is hopeless. It's not a problem to have a try.

Zheng Ren threw the big trolley box aside and strode to brush his hands.

"Boss, can you save me?" Su Yun followed and hurriedly asked.

"Try." Zheng Rendao.

Gao Shaojie also arrived. He came in with Su Yun.

Watching boss Zheng strode to brush his hands, Gao Shaojie was stunned.

Director Jin knows too well. Retroperitoneal paraganglioma has invaded the inferior vena cava. If it is broken, it will disappear.

How did boss Zheng

Is he going to get off the stand?

Inferior vena cava stent?!

Gao Shaojie was stunned to see Zheng Ren brush his hands.

The interventional department had no sense of existence. He vaguely felt that it should be arranged in the hybrid operating room before operation, but this matter was decided by the hospital.

Gao Shaojie also asked boss Zheng to have an operation, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Director Jin is very strict with young professors, especially those with high technical level and great threat to themselves.

They had a bad relationship. Gao Shaojie just looked on coldly, didn't gloat, but he didn't care.

He confirmed again that it was indeed an ordinary operation room!

Boss Zheng is going to have surgery, thought Gao Shaojie. It's really versatile. You can do any operation and do any operation very well.

Such people are really rare.

"Gao Shaojie, how did you bring in the consumables business?" President Li frowned and looked at the rescue on the operating table. He was very unhappy and scolded.

"President Li, not a consumable supplier, is boss Zheng of 912."

"Boss Zheng?"

"Dean, I applied for a quota of career establishment last year, and then the person was poached by 912." Director Lin explained in a low voice.

"Hmm? Why is he here? What is he going to do?" Dean Li asked.

No one can answer this question. The only one who can guess what boss Zheng is going to do - Su Yun went to brush his hands with him.

Soon, Zheng Ren finished brushing his hands, put his hands on his chest and shouted, "Lao Gao, help me find sterile clothes."

"Good!" Gao Shaojie answered and went to the sterile table next to the instrument table to see if there was a bag of sterile clothes.

Generally speaking, there are several sterile clothes for an operation, so many unimportant people such as students don't even have the qualification to wear clothes.

"Boss Zheng, yes!" Gao Shaojie roared in the flustered crowd.

Zheng Ren came to the instrument desk and hurriedly said, "please give me iodophor gauze."

The instrument nurse was busy, completely ignoring Zheng Ren's existence and his need for iodophor gauze disinfection, and hurriedly handed the instrument to the operating table.

"Give me iodophor gauze!" Zheng Renjian was ignored and roared.

The sound was so loud that the whole operation room seemed to tremble, the echo was buzzing, and the flustered operation room was quiet directly.

"Now it's dead to open it. Can you stop the blood? Stop it!" Zheng Ren angrily said.

***Stunned, Gao Shaojie quickly said, "give boss Zheng gauze and give me an oval pliers."

Although flustered, * * * still paid attention to aseptic operation, put the gauze in a bend and give it to Zheng Ren.

After disinfection, Zheng Ren took Gao Shaojie's clothes clamped with oval pliers, threw them into the sky and put them on neatly.

Gao Shaojie tied the tape to boss Zheng like an intern.

"Did Xiao Feng come up?" Zheng Ren continued to roar.

This kind of rescue was so quiet that no one paid attention to it.

But at the moment, only boss Zheng's voice echoed in the operating room.

"Coming, coming." Feng Xuhui has opened the large trolley box in the corridor outside the operating room.

He didn't breathe well, so he asked again, "boss Zheng, you want a vascular membrane stent, right?"