However, given the urgency of the situation, no one was dwelling on Su Chen's driving skills; they hurriedly pushed the patient into the operating room.
A 1500-milliliter bag of zero-degree saline solution was already prepared. Just as Su Chen was about to inject the patient, Du Sheng asked tentatively,
"Are you planning on using hypothermia therapy?"
"You're not entirely foolish—you even know about this," Su Chen glanced at him with surprise and nodded, "Correct, I'm using an artificial hibernation approach."
"I've also seen this method in the journals of the American Trauma Society," said Du Sheng, who was now thoroughly impressed by Su Chen, so much so that he didn't mind the latter's attitude. He asked earnestly, "But there is a limit to how much cold the human body can take, and exceeding this limit can have serious consequences."
"I know. Rest assured, I can control the limit."
Su Chen casually replied as he injected the cold saline solution into the central vein of the middle-aged woman.
Then, he took out an old, worn cloth bag from his pocket, unfolded it, and the silver needles inside sparkled with a cold silver sheen under the operating room lights.
"What are you doing now? Is that for acupuncture?"
Seeing Su Chen pull out the silver needles, Du Sheng was immediately astonished—was he thinking of combining Western and Chinese medicine?
"Weren't you just concerned about exceeding the patient's limit? You are indeed right to worry; with this saline injected, the human body can endure a maximum of 35-40 minutes, which is far from sufficient," Su Chen said while pulling out the silver needles, "That's why I need to extend this limit."
"So, you're planning to do it with acupuncture?"
Confused, Du Sheng asked. He had never heard of such an effect from acupuncture.
"Yes, with this. The principle is too complex to explain to you," Su Chen replied.
He held three silver needles between his fingers and then swiftly inserted them around the injured area of the middle-aged woman,
"All you need to know is that, after this acupuncture, the total limit she can withstand is an hour and forty minutes. To be absolutely safe, the blood must arrive within an hour and a half."
"You can calculate the patient's limit for endurance?"
Du Sheng was utterly shocked—he clearly remembered the journal saying that no one in the world could accurately calculate the limit of endurance under hypothermia.
After the three silver needles were inserted, Du Sheng immediately witnessed a scene he had never seen before. The tails of the needles were trembling incessantly, and at the points where the needles touched the skin, a faint milky halo flickered.
The middle-aged woman smiled at her husband and daughter.
"Mayor Tang, the patient is still very weak and cannot speak," Du Sheng instructed the medical staff, "Hurry and take the patient to the intensive care unit."
"Doctor Du, what's the situation now?"
Although Tang Mingji saw that his wife had woken up, he was still very worried.
"Please rest assured, Mayor Tang, the surgery was very successful, and your wife is in good condition. All she needs is some rest, and she'll be fine."
"I can't thank you enough! Thank you for saving her life!"
Tang Mingji gripped Du Sheng's hand tightly, his expression full of excitement.
Tang Yun's eyes brimmed with gratitude towards Du Sheng. This brief hour had rollercoastered her emotions from deep sorrow to great joy!
"What I did is something any qualified physician could have done," Du Sheng said with a slight smile, "The person you really should be thanking is Mr. Su."
"Mr. Su? Which Mr. Su?" Tang Yun's face showed confusion; she did not recognize any Mr. Su.
"You mean that young man! Yes, where is he?"
Tang Mingji suddenly realized.
"Yes, that's him. He's just too tired, and he rested for a while," Du Sheng remarked with a feeling of respect, "If it weren't for him buying us more than an hour today, the patient would have been beyond help, beyond the reach of gods or King Yan."
It was then that Tang Yun came to understand that the young man's surname was Su, and just at that moment, she happened to see Su Chen slowly walking out. His face was ashen, and his clothes damp.
"Mr. Su, what happened to you?"
Tang Yun hurried over and supported Su Chen, who looked as if he might collapse at any moment, concern evident on her face.
"It's nothing, I'll be fine after some rest," Su Chen said with a forced smile. Only then did he take a clear look at the young woman's features and was momentarily astonished by her beauty.
A delicate and exquisite nose, a pair of bright eyes, as beautiful as Liu Yue Mei, with cherry-red lips slightly turned up—this was a face of breathtaking beauty!
She wore a khaki-colored, simple yet stylish trench coat, and light blue skinny jeans that outlined her long legs and perfectly rounded curves.