When the Doctor Uses A Hack

In the operating room, the chiefs of top hand and orthopedic surgery from provincial hospitals gathered.

Everyone had to face the challenge of how to reattach this completely severed right hand.

Traveling to the capital would take at least four to five hours, and journeying to Magic City would take even longer, not to mention the additional transfer time.

Kong Xiangmin felt extremely anxious.

No matter how high his position or how much money he had, when such a thing happened to his child, he was first and foremost a father and a husband.

His wife stood by his side, maintaining her composure due to her good upbringing. Despite this, her trembling body leaned against Kong Xiangmin and took a long time to calm down.

“It’s alright, wife, there’s nothing to worry about!”

“Really, the chief of Shanghai No. 6 Hospital, King, said that with Dr. Chen here, it’s even more reliable than if he were here, so don’t worry!”

His wife, Qi Wen, was a university professor at Dongyang University of Science and Technology.

“Old Kong, it’s just that he’s only 30 years old, and it’s his right hand! If it doesn’t heal well, it could truly be ruined,” Qi Wen said, her voice quivering.

How could Kong Xiangmin not understand?

At this moment, Tan Zhonglin and Qin Xiaoyuan, along with Chen Cang, approached.

“This is Dr. Chen!”

Before Chen Cang had a chance to greet him, Kong Xiangmin turned and took the initiative to shake hands, saying, “Dr. Chen, hello, I am the patient’s father.”

One sentence increased Chen Cang’s impression greatly.

Implicitly, it meant there was no need to be nervous, for he was the doctor and Kong the family member—the patient was in the operating room, and the doctor should not feel any psychological burden.

Chen Cang didn’t waste words. Shaking hands, he looked firmly into the other’s eyes, “I will do my best.”

Kong Xiangmin nodded. At nearly 60 years old and with his work, his temples were already gray. His eyes showed no clear expression of joy or anger, but were filled with intense hope and request: “Please, Dr. Chen.”

After speaking, Chen Cang entered the operating room with Tan Zhonglin.

Qin Xiaoyuan did not follow them in but sat outside the operating room with Kong Xiangmin.

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As he walked, Chen Cang asked Tan Zhonglin, “How long has it been?”

After pondering for a moment, Tan Zhonglin answered, “The limb has been severed for about an hour and a half, almost two hours now. Upon arrival at the hospital, we promptly did the blood test and the X-rays are also ready.” ℟âℕŐΒЁS̩

Upon hearing this, Chen Cang fell into thought. Calculating based on two hours, the ischemia and hypoxia tolerance of the tissues at this time was acceptable.

Be it a severed finger or limb, once separation occurs, under oxygen deprivation, the tissue cells begin a pathological evolution that worsens progressively, both quantitatively and qualitatively.

Increasing in severity!

In a severed limb, muscle tissue has the most vigorous metabolism. Its tolerance to oxygen deficiency is very poor, muscle cell degeneration occurs quickly, and the degree worsens with time.

In an ideal room temperature condition, although it’s said that 4–6 hours of ischemia can be tolerated,

but many factors have to be considered, such as tissue infection, the surgical process, recovery, and individual variations!

So, the safe time is relative.

All Chen Cang could say was that the quicker, the better!

Upon entering, Chen Cang did not go to wash up first but headed straight for the patient.

The people around cleared a path when they saw Chen Cang enter.

Although Chen Cang seemed a bit unfamiliar to many directors, everyone knew that the young Dr. Chen was the lead surgeon for this operation!

Curiosity painted their faces, a mix of intrigue filling their hearts—what was so remarkable about Dr. Chen that he had personally escorted the patient over?

But present were directors from various hospitals, each sharp as a tack, careful not to speak out of turn.

Nurse Yuan Yuan followed behind Chen Cang and was somewhat shocked by the sight of everyone making way when he arrived—it was as if a king had returned!

For a moment, Yuan Yuan was also a bit stunned.

The patient was quite conscious, and that was Chen Cang’s first impression. Accompanying the patient was Huo Guoqing, the director of the hand surgery department at Dongda Hospital, who was at that moment preserving the severed hand.

When Kong Jiahui saw Chen Cang, he immediately grinned and said, “Dr. Chen, you’ve worked hard!”

Chen Cang nodded, foregoing the usual pleasantries and said directly, “Let me have a look at the situation first.”

Chen Cang unraveled the gauze covering the distal radial end where the hand should have been, revealing a fairly neat and regular wound. After inspecting it briefly with tweezers and gauze, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness!

This was probably a silver lining in a dark cloud.

The wound wasn’t a crushing or compressive amputation, which would have been troublesome. But a clean, incisive laceration like this was likely a better candidate for reattachment!

The most important and crucial aspect for a successful reattachment was blood vessel anastomosis. The higher the success rate of restoring blood circulation and the more perfect the vascular repair, the higher the chances of reattaching the limb and the better the functionality in the long run.

So upon seeing this, Chen Cang relaxed and then said to Tan Zhonglin, “Give me the films.”

Tan Zhonglin nodded promptly, passing over the prepared films to Chen Cang without a hitch. The whole process was incredibly fluid, as if he were well accustomed to assisting.Upd@te by novg0.co

This provoked surprise among the surrounding directors.

Who exactly was this Dr. Chen?

Why had they never heard of him before and… why did Director Tan treat him with such respect?

Three minutes later, Chen Cang had a comprehensive understanding of the patient’s condition and then said to everyone, “Prepare for surgery!”

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up, eager to join in.

An opportunity like this was rare, but ultimately it was up to the lead surgeon to choose the team.

Chen Cang turned around, surveyed the directors, hesitated for a moment, and thought it was better not to use those he was unfamiliar with.

So he decisively called out names, “Director Tan, Director An, and… you.”

Chen Cang pointed at Huo Guoqing, who was holding the severed hand, and said, “Let’s operate together.”

Huo Guoqing’s eyebrows shot up; he had been eager from the start and quickly went off to wash his hands with a smile, preparing for the surgery.

An Yanjun couldn’t help but smile lightly. It seems “Dean Chen” hadn’t forgotten his proud student.

The other six or seven directors left behind looked somewhat lost…

Their hearts churned with complicated emotions—it was too complex!

Inwardly, some felt a sour taste, a bitter sensation, as if not being chosen by Chen Cang gave them a sense of loss like they had never experienced before!

After all, such an opportunity was precious!

The directors’ hearts filled with a sour envy, watching the three directors Chen Cang had selected.

And as Huo Guoqing was washing his hands, he almost broke into a grin but quickly suppressed it, lest they discover his schadenfreude and report him.

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