The 162 patients with severe pelvic fractures are still possible if they have been operated on continuously for five or six consecutive periods of more than three days from the very beginning.

However, there are few interventional doctors, so who is doing the surgery here?

He fell silent, his numb limbs and brain unable to support him in thinking about anything else. All the energy is spent on surgery, a seemingly never-ending operation.

When I came to the interventional operating room, there were busy itinerant nurses in the corridor, and more than a dozen seriously injured people were lying on the extra beds outside.

It can be seen that these seriously injured people are the kind whose limbs have been pressed by heavy objects for a long time, resulting in necrosis.

This kind of wounded, there is no other way than amputation. Mr. Sun was silent, he always felt ashamed of these wounded.

Why is there no newer and more advanced medical means that can save limbs?!

The pace quickened, as if he had done something wrong, and Mr. Sun walked straight into the operating room.

"What about people?" asked Mr. Sun.

"I sat inside and fell asleep. Director Jiang pointed to the operating room and said.

"Why don't you go to the duty room to rest for a while?" Mr. Sun frowned.

As he spoke, Dr. Cheng fell asleep. Director Jiang sighed and suppressed various emotions, "There are two operating rooms in total, and the other is that Dr. Zheng's assistant and Professor Mu, who has just returned from the Mayo Clinic in the United States, will perform the operation together. In this operation, only Dr. Zheng himself. ”

Words, to this extent, it is enough.

Mr. Sun was a little surprised, but there was no more emotion. Everyone is the same, everyone has reached the limit, but they are still struggling.

But there seems to be something wrong, Mr. Sun's brain is a little dizzy, and he doesn't notice these details.

Director Jiang opened the airtight lead door of the operating room, and the three of them walked in.

Zheng Ren tilted his head, wearing a blue disposable sterile surgical gown, and slept soundly.

Xie Ning's gaze was a little complicated, looking at Zheng Ren with a focused gaze.

"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Zheng?" Director Jiang called softly.

Although I couldn't bear it, I just passed by those wounded people who needed amputation, and no matter how reluctant I was, I had to wake him up.

"Is the orthopedic surgeon here?

Director Jiang didn't speak, and glanced at Mr. Sun.

"Cooperated. Mr. Sun nodded.

Zheng Ren opened his eyes and saw three people in front of him, and he smiled.

The smile involved the bruises on the face, and there was a burst of pain, and the person seemed to be in good spirits.

"How long have I been asleep?" asked Jung-in.

"Ten minutes or so. ”

"Oh, that's fine. Zheng Ren immediately stood up from the ground, tore off the disposable sterile gown, and threw it into the medical waste trash can, "Start doing it now, this ......"

"This is Mr. Sun of orthopedics. Director Jiang introduced.

"Mr. Sun will take a look in the operation room, after I finish it, if there is any problem, let's discuss it. Zheng Ren's tone was very flat, but there was a smell that could not be refused.

Is this an order from a senior doctor?

Mr. Sun is familiar with this kind of polite-sounding but condescending sentence.

If it is a provincial hospital, the only people who can talk to him like this are the director of the interventional department and a retired old professor.

After all, it's not a department, and you have to be polite to each other. It's just that although he is polite, the momentum of the senior doctor is unchanged.

The...... It looks so young, but where does this confidence come from? and...... Mr. Sun felt a little strange in his heart, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

He didn't refute, but nodded, helped carry the wounded to the operating table, and then exited the operating room.

"Director Jiang, is it okay to do it alone?" Mr. Sun asked when he saw Zheng Ren standing alone in the operating room, looking so helpless.

"He did it alone...... Faster than the two guys next door. Director Jiang smiled and said.

At this time, Mr. Sun realized what was wrong just now.

"Director Jiang, I see that Dr. Zheng has bruises on his face, what's the matter?" Mr. Sun asked.

"He, along with his assistants, came down from the front. Director Jiang said, "It's been a day and a half, and I haven't taken a breath." ”

What Director Jiang cared about was that Zheng Ren didn't take a breath, and Mr. Sun shivered.

More than 100 interventional embolizations for pelvic fractures were performed in a day and a half?

No, I must have thought wrong, no one would have operated so quickly. Something must be wrong......

"Well, Zheng Ren and Su Yun arrived at Pengxi Township Hospital yesterday afternoon, and so far, they have undergone 36 hours of surgery to complete the interventional embolization of pelvic fractures...... Together with Professor Mu, 162 surgeries were completed. Shainin said cold big data next to him.

36 hours without sleep, it's still a small thing.

But 162 surgeries?

Mr. Sun was surprised and frowned.

If it were normal times, Mr. Sun would definitely think that this was false data, and the person who did the data did not understand medical treatment at all.

How long does an average surgery take?

But now is the time for emergency rescue, and Uncle Ning is not the kind of person who runs the train with his mouth in his mouth and speaks without a score.

Mr. Sun stood in front of the operating table suspiciously, ready to see Zheng Ren's operation.

The injured person had a fracture of the tibia and fibula, 5 cm below the knee joint, and had been crushed by a heavy object for a long time and had died. Above the knee, edema spreads to 1/2 of the thigh.

The injured man's thigh was swollen like steamed buns, and if he was in the operating room, he would have had to amputate his leg below the hip joint.

This is because even if the skin edge of the edema area is sutured, it will not heal due to lack of blood supply. Barely sutured, and finally necrosis, and second-stage surgery.

What is he going to do? Mr. Sun looked through the leaded glass, watched Zheng Ren disinfected inside, wore a sterile surgical gown, laid out the sheet, stood on the right side of the wounded, and began the operation.

"Mr. Sun, after Dr. Zheng removed the thrombus, will it help you with your surgery?" asked Director Jiang.

Although he engages in circulatory intervention and occasionally resects thrombectomy, Director Jiang does not know much about the extremity thrombectomy, let alone what the orthopedic department will do after thrombectomy.

"It helps, and it is generally possible to reduce the amputation of a segment, and the specific length depends on the level of interventional and orthopedic surgeons. Mr. Sun said.

"In your opinion, if it were a normal day, where would this injured person have his leg amputated?" asked Director Jiang.

"The knee joint can't be saved, only an extra part of the thigh can be preserved. After surgery, it is easier for the injured to walk with prosthetic support. Mr. Sun was confident and quickly made his judgment clear.

If that's the case, it doesn't mean much.

But Dr. Zheng insisted that he could do it, so let's take a look, Mr. Sun doesn't care.

Although it doesn't mean much, it is meaningful after all.

Xie Ning stood beside him, silent, staring at Zheng Ren behind the leaded glass.

The itinerant nurse came out, closed the airtight lead door, and the operation began.