System Came When the Doctor was Thirty

This requires a certain level of tactile ability and spatial recognition, a very familiar anatomical spatial reconstruction, to achieve.

Lu Cheng didn’t know if he could reach this step, but Lu Cheng could only try to seize time as much as possible.

Opening or not opening the abdomen wouldn’t greatly affect the amount of bleeding, because this isn’t a pelvic hematoma, and opening arbitrarily would suddenly increase the bleeding.

Can’t feel it!

Lu Cheng’s mind moved.

[Physical Examination (Specialization 20/20)(Skill Points -16)]

[Emergency Medicine (Specialization 5/20)(Skill Points -5)]

Still, two streams of clear flow separated, one entering the brain, the other returning to the hand.

After the warm flow returned to his hand, Lu Cheng found that his sense of touch was more sensitive than before. It seemed that with his focused heart, his finger pads and palms grew eyes, approximately knowing which direction the turbulence would be more intense.

In an instant, Lu Cheng’s left hand followed the turbulence and found the blood gushing point, then moved about three centimeters towards the direction close to the abdominal aorta and pinched the vessel.

Immediately, the hemostatic clamp in Lu Cheng’s right hand precisely reached the side of the left hand, clipping shut with a click.

The left hand probed again, and the blood flow stopped.

Representing effective hemostasis.

This should be the splenic artery.

There’s still an artery in the back!~

This moment, Lu Cheng felt like he was digging for an eel, with his fingers extraordinarily nimble to follow the eel’s burrow freely.

Lu Cheng quickly sensed the rupture of this artery, but just by following the spatial structure, Lu Cheng couldn’t precisely name it academically.

But regardless, clamp it first to stop the bleeding!

”The blood level is dropping,” Zeng Huanqi’s eyes became astonished.

This indicated that Lu Cheng’s hemostasis was effective.

Did Lu Cheng just reach in and find the bleeding point??

What the hell kind of operation is this?

Professor Chen Song hasn’t even operated like this, has he?

”Hmm, I’ll check the other side.”

”Brother Zeng, let’s switch positions,” Lu Cheng instructed.

Zeng Huanqi loosened his grip upon hearing this.

At this moment, the automatic induction gas-tight door of the operating room was stepped open, and as he entered, he said: ”Xiao Lu, what’s the situation with your uncle exactly? I’ve had a bit to drink.”

Having drunk, it’s inconvenient to go on stage.

Unless the situation is particularly urgent.

”It’s temporarily hard to say, it’s a blunt abdominal impact injury, initially judged to have splenic and hepatic contusions,” Lu Cheng said.

”Then I’ll go sober up first. I’ve only had a few beers today,” Chen Song said hurriedly.

However, Chen Song then saw Lu Cheng using one hand to send a hemostatic clamp into the patient’s abdomen.

Chen Song immediately froze mid-step; his stride, already extending, halted in mid-air, then veered in another direction.

He assumed an awkward squat-like horse stance before stabilizing his balance, then stood up again to look towards Lu Cheng.

The more he looked, the tighter his pupils constricted.

As if the one about to go into shock wasn’t Lu Cheng’s uncle, but rather Lu Cheng’s teacher, Chen Song...

Chen Song had certainly explained to Lu Cheng the high-end level that a hemostasis technique could reach.

But to be fair!

That was Chen Song explaining the technical level to Lu Cheng, not performing it for him, right???

How did Lu Cheng manage to reach this level?

Many general surgery professors couldn’t do this because they couldn’t clearly explain how they achieved it, so it couldn’t be taught or passed down.

When asked, those who knew this technique all said it depended on tactile intuition.

Absolute talent?

After swiftly sending in three more hemostatic clamps, Lu Cheng withdrew both hands: ”The initial surface hemostasis is done.”

”Splenic contusion, level 4 damage.”

”Hepatic contusion, initially assessed at AAST level 3.”

”The pancreas is fine, and the intestines are normal.”

”Severe intra-abdominal hematoma, possible rib fracture.”

”Has the bedside ultrasound arrived? Let’s check the heart...” After finishing these, Lu Cheng quickly reported back to Chen Song and asked the circulating nurse.

The ultrasound doctor had already prepared for the cardiac ultrasound, navigating under the surgical drape while saying: ”Since you’re operating, I’m still waiting.”

”You’ve finished hemostasis, right? Then I’ll start.”

”Go ahead, teacher.” Lu Cheng nodded, then looked at Chen Song: ”Teacher Chen, it requires you to be on the platform.”

Chen Song had thousands of curses and questions inside, but he knew this wasn’t the time to ask.

Yet precisely because of this, he felt even more frustrated.

Why couldn’t he ask anything, neither here nor there, suffocating, this hemostasis technique? Where did Lu Cheng learn it from??

...

”Alright, I’ll get on stage!~”

”But let me be clear, you can’t report me.” Chen Song looked at Lu Cheng, somewhat wary, his tone joking.

Lu Cheng said, ”Teacher Chen, if I’m that ungrateful, or if the patient’s family finds out you’ve been drinking, I promise to take full responsibility.”

Wei Ying was already under anesthesia, definitely unaware.

Wei Ying’s family knew Lu Cheng well, so if anyone were to give a tip-off, it would be Lu Cheng.

Only then did Chen Song feel at ease to put on the sterile surgical gown, fully equipped, and approached the operating table again, carefully opening the patient’s abdomen and seeing the hemostatic clamps Lu Cheng had quickly sent into the abdominal cavity to clamp the vessels.

Of course, Chen Song could also see the previous blood level from the blood traces.

Lu Cheng had definitely employed a blind hemostasis technique without a visual field.

Chen Song gave Lu Cheng a look: ”You...you...you’re just a freak, it’s unreasonable.”

Lu Cheng understood Chen Song’s implication. Chen Song implied, this blind hemostasis technique isn’t acquired through practice; it is an innate talent.

Generally speaking, those who can do it can do it, and practicing is of no use if you can’t; no one has been able to teach blind hemostasis skill so far.

Lu Cheng smiled calmly and didn’t respond.