"Mm, let’s go, time for surgery."
Gao Jun nodded and said to Zhao Heng.
He was increasingly satisfied with Zhao Heng. In all his years at the hospital, he had never encountered such a talented and promising young person.
You could say, after working for so many years at the hospital, Gao Jun felt almost numb, but Zhao Heng’s presence made him feel that there was still hope in this place, because there were young people like Zhao Heng.
"What surgery are we doing later?"
Zhao Heng asked as he walked alongside Gao Jun.
"An emergency burn patient, and Director Song is the chief surgeon."
Gao Jun replied.
"Burns? Shouldn’t that be transferred to the burn unit?"
Hearing this, Zhao Heng was a bit surprised. Shouldn’t burn injuries be treated in the burn unit?
"This case is somewhat special, and the surgery has to first be performed in the emergency treatment room before moving to the operating room."
Gao Jun explained.
"We have to go to the emergency treatment room? What kind of patient is it?"
Zhao Heng was even more curious.
"You’ll find out when we get there. I only know it’s a special burn patient."
Gao Jun said.
"Okay."
Zhao Heng nodded, becoming even more curious about this special burn patient.
The two of them, dressed in ordinary work clothes, arrived at the emergency room. As soon as they approached the treatment room, Zhao Heng felt as if the scene was in chaos.
Doctors and nurses were expected, but to his surprise, there were firefighters present as well. Zhao Heng saw a firefighter entering with pliers and an electric saw.
Uh...
What are they going to do?!
Zhao Heng stared blankly at the hectic scene, and Gao Jun was no better; he was also somewhat stunned.
"Lao Gao, come on in, why are you standing there?"
Just as Zhao Heng and Gao Jun were momentarily dumbfounded, Li Haiyang stood at the door, waving at Gao Jun.
"Okay, coming."
Gao Jun nodded and led Zhao Heng inside.
Upon entering, Zhao Heng immediately noticed, on the treatment table, what looked like a cement blob. He widened his eyes and looked closely, finally seeing a head protruding from the cement-like mass.
Is this a person encased in cement?!
Even though Zhao Heng had encountered many peculiar patients, this was the first time he’d seen someone entirely encased in cement, with only their head exposed.
"What happened here?"
Zhao Heng couldn’t help but ask Xia Xiaoyu, who was standing nearby.
"An internet celebrity, trying to gain attention, live-streamed themselves taking a cement bath, and ended up like this."
Xia Xiaoyu said with a hint of lament.
These days, people are truly desperate to become famous and earn views, risking even their lives!
"Uh... a cement bath? I’ve only ever heard of people bathing with a hundred bottles of floral water or bathing in chili sauce, but a cement bath, that’s a first!"
Zhao Heng didn’t know what words to use to describe this daring warrior who took a cement bath.
"Exactly, you see, the cement has now solidified, so we have to use an electric saw to carefully cut it open."
Xia Xiaoyu said, also somewhat speechless.
With the cement solidified, you obviously couldn’t use a hammer and chisel to break it open; the person would be destroyed before the cement.
The only option was to saw it open bit by bit with an electric saw, then use pliers to remove it.
"Zhao, come with me for a moment."
Zhao Heng was still watching the firefighter carefully sawing open the cement when Gao Jun suddenly called him.
"Alright."
Zhao Heng nodded and followed Gao Jun alongside Song Siming to the office.
Once inside the office, Song Siming, with a serious expression, asked Gao Jun, "Xiao Gao, you have the most experience with deep anesthesia; do you have confidence in handling this patient?"
"The patient’s entire body is compressed. What we know for sure is there is severe crush syndrome. Once the cement is removed, metabolic toxins from the crush will instantly reach the patient’s heart through blood circulation. In this situation, I think anesthesia won’t make much difference."
Gao Jun shook his head and said.
What he meant, naturally, was that whether the patient could survive the first phase of crush syndrome was uncertain, and the anesthesia for subsequent surgery was secondary.
"That’s why I want to consult with you. I plan to perform an emergency extracorporeal circulation on the patient to prevent toxins from entering the heart and remove the crushed toxins. But to do such an extracorporeal circulation, a thoracotomy is necessary, so anesthesia can’t be avoided. You are the only one experienced enough for such complex anesthesia."
Song Siming explained seriously.
It’s conceivable that anesthesia affects the patient’s nervous and physiological activities, which already involves complications, and now this patient has extremely weak vitals, almost to the extreme.
In such a situation, an open chest surgery with anesthesia, this difficulty is immense.
"I’ll give it a try. Anesthesia in this situation requires multiple tests simultaneously and support from various monitoring results. I can only do it with Zhao’s help."
Gao Jun thought for a moment and said slowly.
He was speaking honestly. He couldn’t manage monitoring so much data by himself; he didn’t have three heads and six arms.
Therefore, collaboration was necessary, with two people each responsible for real-time monitoring of part of the data and controlling medication based on that data.
But this was Song Siming’s patient, and he had the absolute authority. Whether Gao Jun could have someone else assist him was ultimately Song Siming’s decision.
"Oh? Does Xiao Zhao already have such pharmacological control capabilities?"
Hearing Gao Jun’s strong recommendation, Song Siming exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, at least in terms of pharmacological control, Zhao Heng’s skills are almost on par with mine."
Gao Jun nodded, speaking truthfully.
As soon as he said this, all the doctors in the office looked at Zhao Heng with very surprised expressions.
Because Gao Jun was not an unknown figure—among the anesthesiologists at Eastern Hospital, his technical skills and experience were top-notch.
Otherwise, in such an extremely complex anesthesia situation, Song Siming would not have sought him out first.
The fact that he acknowledged Zhao Heng’s skills were comparable to his own was certainly not unfounded.
"Alright, Zhao, you’ll join us later."
Song Siming thought for a while and quickly made up his mind.
He understood Gao Jun very well, and since he spoke so highly, he must have a lot of confidence in the young Zhao Heng.
Although it was also apparent that Gao Jun wanted to promote Zhao Heng,
in a place like a hospital, as long as someone has the required skills, giving them a little push isn’t a bad thing.