System Came When the Doctor was Thirty

”Director Xiao has already entered the operating room. You should go directly to the emergency operating room. You’ll know which one when you get there,” Liang Jianhong said.

Lu Cheng asked, ”Are there many patients?”

”Not many, only three, but all the specialist doctors are here because the situation is particularly critical.”

”Director Xiao considered that your hemostatic skills are quite good, so he wanted you to help out as well,” Liang Jianhong said, as the printed medical records and conversation documents came out.

”I won’t talk to you for now, I need to go for a signing,” Liang Jianhong picked up the document and hurriedly left.

Lu Cheng rushed to the emergency operating room.

Inside the emergency operating room, the central air-conditioning dispelled all the chill, so even in short-sleeved scrubs, it didn’t feel cold.

The operating room, which should have been dimly lit, was bright as daylight, with numerous nurses and anesthesiologists moving in and out, along with workers responsible for transporting materials continuously coming and going.

The room was noisy.

Lu Cheng walked quickly forward and finally heard Xiao Zhaoxi’s voice in Emergency Operating Room 4: ”Hurry up, hurry up.”

Upon hearing it, Lu Cheng immediately turned and entered: ”Director Xiao, I’m Lu Cheng.”

Xiao Zhaoxi didn’t even look up: ”Hurry to Room 6 to help.”

”Don’t ask me what the situation is, I don’t know either.”

Lu Cheng didn’t dwell on it. As everyone was busy with no time to look at him, he likewise didn’t have time to appreciate others’ expressions.

Directly washing his hands at the sink in front of Operating Room 6, Lu Cheng then stepped on the foot-operated automatic sensor door into the operating room.

Upon entering, he immediately started changing into surgical clothes.

Since Lu Cheng had entered wearing scrubs to change into surgical attire, the surgeons at the table just glanced at him before diverting their attention back to the surgery.

”A little to the left... Is the blood here yet?” a stern middle-aged voice urged.

The circulating nurse replied, ”The blood supply in the blood bank isn’t enough, it needs to be adjusted.”

”Why is the blood bank never enough? Damn it.”

”With so many people donating blood, do they eat it all?” The mid-aged attending physician cursed.

”The blood pressure is very low. Is the bleeding controlled?” the anesthesiologist routinely urged.

With active arterial bleeding, all his efforts would be in vain if bleeding wasn’t controlled.

Even if only a small artery continued to bleed, the patient’s fate would be sealed.

”Working on it!” Wu Xiang responded, noticing Lu Cheng approaching the operating table.

Seeing someone unfamiliar, Wu Xiang questioned: ”Who are you?”

”Lu Cheng from the Emergency Department, Director Xiao sent me to help,” Lu Cheng replied.

Given the nighttime emergency, there were only two people at the table, indeed needing an additional assistant.

”You take the retractor for now,” Wu Xiang said.

Lu Cheng was undoubtedly a doctor from their hospital, and having one more person to help was good.

Originally managing both a retractor and a suction device, the assistant finally had a hand free.

Lu Cheng took the opportunity to gain a surgical view.

It was an open wound in the lower left abdomen, with the groin area being somewhat ’smashed.’

Blood, bone fragments, and tissue debris were mixed together.

By this time, Director Wu had already opened up the groin, even reaching inside the pelvic cavity, but hematomas in the pelvic cavity continued to bubble up.

”It’s not just femoral artery and branch bleeding. There’s a hematoma inside the pelvis,” Lu Cheng’s voice was slightly trembling.

Wu Xiang snapped: ”If it were a femoral artery issue, it’d be managed in the emergency room; don’t talk!”

Lu Cheng remained silent but freed up a hand.

It was unclear whether Wu Xiang was too anxious or the patient’s condition was too critical, but they hadn’t yet addressed one of the femoral artery’s branches, the inferior epigastric artery.

Lu Cheng freed his hand and carefully maneuvered through the skin and soft tissue with a hemostat, clamping the entry of the inferior epigastric artery branch, stopping local bleeding.

However, controlling this source meant nothing to the patient’s current condition.

The inferior epigastric artery was merely a branch of an arterial branch’s branch.

Although almost futile, it earned Lu Cheng an additional glance from Wu Xiang.

Lu Cheng didn’t respond, simply knowing his action hadn’t impacted the chief surgeon nor caused harm to the patient.

Afterward, Lu Cheng continued to assess the surgical field.

Director Wu, despite being stern, performed the surgery meticulously and patiently. He continued searching for the bleeding site, but the quick bleeding maintained the tissue blood level.

Thus, Wu Xiang hadn’t been able to effectively locate the bleeding point even after two attempts, leading him to command: ”Sterile cotton pad, pack it!”

The assistant opposite Wu Xiang immediately grabbed a sterile cotton pad, stuffing it in and quickly withdrawing after wiping the blood.

Thanks to the cotton pad’s absorption and compression, they finally pinpointed an arterial bleeding site, somewhat hidden, at most four or five millimeters.

But the bleeding was ferocious; after compressive release, bright red blood surged again, re-dyeing the field, flooding the tissue gaps.

Wu Xiang’s attempts with forceps proved futile.

”Try again!” Wu Xiang, slightly irritated, knew he couldn’t show anger or give up now.

As Wu Xiang retrieved the hemostat, while the assistant grabbed a sterile cotton pad, Lu Cheng attempted to maneuver his hemostat inside again.

Under the gaze of Wu Xiang and the assistant, Lu Cheng chose to clamp the forceps closed.

Before Wu Xiang could voice displeasure, Lu Cheng said, ”Even if it doesn’t completely stop the bleeding, opening the hemostat later could still temporarily control the bleeding by tensioning it.”