Super Magic Surgery System

Chen Qun wiped the drill with a towel and some white wine. He felt a bit hesitant. It wasn't because he was afraid of the consequences, but because … Unease.    

The electric drill was different from the scalpel. If one used a little more force, the drill could immediately drill into the patient's brain, turning the patient into a murderer.    

"Doctor, doctor, the patient fainted!"    

The frightened voice of another rescuer rang in his ears. He did not even need to turn his head to know that the other young man who had been stabbed through his right chest had already fainted.    

If he hesitated any longer, the two of them would not be able to save him.    

Chen Qun gritted his teeth and placed his left hand on the patient's right ear. He placed three fingers horizontally to indicate the height. Then, he moved his left hand backwards slightly to make the finger be perpendicular to the right ear.    

"Zhang Xin, put three of your fingers in front of your forehead to let me know where it is."    

His six fingers that were as white as jade immediately formed a "D" character that was pressed together vertically. He pressed the button right above the pupil of his right eye and didn't feel any large blood vessels or nerves.    

"Everyone, please be quiet. Don't make a sound."    

With his right hand, he flipped the power switch on the drill and drilled it vertically toward the patient's skull.    

After all, this was his first time, so he had to be careful.    

The other helpers all frowned. The spinning drill bit and the strands of blood rising from them made them even more unable to keep watching.    

The drill bit slowly drilled into the patient's temporal bone and entered a two centimeters thick finger. Suddenly, he felt the drill bit lighten. He immediately stopped it in mid-air and switched off the switch with his finger.    

Ignoring the shock of the world, he immediately handed the electric drill to Zhang Xin and looked down at the hole in the youth's forehead. The patient's dura appears intact, with no blood clot.    

Could it be that he had made a mistake in his diagnosis?    

A trace of doubt spread across his body like a giant shadow trying to devour his confidence.    

"The patient's breathing is getting weaker and weaker. Tutelage, quickly think of a way!"    

When Zhang Xin saw his blank stare, she immediately pushed him, calling him by his nickname.    

When Chen Qun heard Zhang Xin's crisp voice, it was as if he suddenly saw the sunlight from hell. His confidence returned and he cursed himself for making a mistake in his work.    

Cerebral hemorrhage may not be below the temporal bone, but it may be below the frontal lobe.    

He had to drill again!    

Behind the hairline, a few centimeters away from the center line, Chen Qun's left hand touched the frontal bone of the patient. This was the thickest and hardest part of the human skull. It was four to five times thicker than the temporal bone that he had drilled earlier. It was around 10 cm … No, the patient was a teenager, seven to eight centimeters was the limit.    

The sound of the drill bit came from Chen Qun's hands again. This time, Chen Qun was a lot faster and more cautious than last time. He quickly chose the drill and brought up the white bone dregs and some meat. Suddenly, the only sound in front was the sound of a crack. Then, he immediately stopped the drill and pressed the switch with lightning speed.    

Chen Qun once again looked at the patient's Cranial Cavity. The milky-white brain appeared in front of him again, but there was an extra blood clot this time.    

The drill bit in his hand spun once more, slowly spinning around the small hole. The hole was now two centimeters wide and oval in shape.    

A large amount of blood clotted before his eyes.    

"Doctor, how is the patient?"    

The traffic policeman who had spoken earlier asked anxiously. He knew that today's accident was not an ordinary problem. The owner of the millions of sports car was not an ordinary person. If anything happened to the first aid, he would not be able to escape responsibility, and he would be implicated as well.    

The safest course of action would be to send him to the hospital. However, these two young doctors insisted on intervening to save him. If the patient was not saved, it would be a whole series of troubles.    

"Alright, pour some wine and disinfect my hands. Don't splash alcohol on my wounds!"    

Chen Qun immediately put down the drill bit, spun around, and stretched his arms to the side far from the patient.    

Cold liquor flowed out from Zhang Xin's bottle and fell onto his palms. His mind became clearer and clearer. He was at least 80 to 90% sure that he could get the patient back from emergency treatment.    

The first time he drilled, although he did not find the position, he did not make it the worst case scenario.    

He quickly washed it twice, turned around, and half-squatted on top of the patient. Then, he used his two slender and nimble index and middle fingers to reach into the patient's Cranium Cerebri and dug out pieces of blood.    

When the majority of the blood was taken out of the hard membrane of the Cranium Cerebri, it showed a stable pulse that was synchronized with the heart!    

"How is it? Has the patient been rescued?! "    

Zhang Xin hurriedly asked.    

"The pulsation of the hard veins in the brain means that oxygen and blood enter the brain. I looked at my right pupil, which had dilated and contracted. First, bandage the patient's wound with a towel to reduce the bleeding. I'll take a look at the other patient. "    

Chen Qun's heart was completely calm, as if he had fallen into a passer-by's perspective. He used his mind to deal with all the unforeseen events without any emotion.    

Zhang Xin hastily took off her outer garment and prepared to wrap it around the patient.    

An ambulance was speeding over.    

Chen Qun, who had run to the embankment, finally let out a sigh of relief when he saw that even though the patient was unconscious, there weren't many bloodstains on the two wounds.    

The three men carrying the patient asked loudly, "Doctor, do you want us to drag him out?"    

Chen Qun was so scared that his face changed drastically and he quickly stopped, "You can't pull it out. One pull and you're bleeding heavily twice. You have to wait for the ambulance to remove the railing."    

The paramedics who ran out of the ambulance saw the situation in front of them and didn't know how to respond. But he recognized Chen Qun and hurried over to greet him, "Dr. Chen, let's take one back first. We'll wait for the second ambulance on this railing."    

"Give me your breath bag!"    

Chen Qun immediately shouted. He knew that the patients who were pierced in the back were the biggest problem.    

The second patient was sent to the Red Cross Hospital Emergency Center half an hour later. Chen Qun looked at the patient's body which had been cut off by the electric welding and frowned.    

It was not a good sign that the patient's pulse, heartbeat, and blood pressure had been falling all this time.    

The pulse Blood Oxygen dropped to 78, and the oxygen saturation dropped to 71.    

Ding Hang was waiting at the door with several burly young men in straight suits standing beside him. Chen Qun trembled when he saw this. Could it be that the patient was in trouble and his family was looking for him?    

"Chen, thank you for doing craniotomy and decompression immediately. The patient has passed the critical period..."    

Chen Qun, who had been staring at the patient in front of him, suddenly changed his expression and shouted loudly, "Director Ding, the patient's heart is blocked and her heart sounds dull. Pericardial puncture is required. Needle No. 16, 50CC syringe. "    

Ding Hang hesitated for a moment, then ordered, "We need a trauma assessment sound instrument here!"    

A picture of the patient's body structure and blood vessels appeared in Chen Qun's mind. He didn't know why, but he snatched the syringe from the nurse and inserted the needle tube diagonally into the lower part of the patient's sternum sword protrusion.    

Ding Hang's eyes lit up as he lamented in his heart. It was as if he could see a figure that he admired on him. Twenty years ago, in almost the same situation, she had unhesitatingly inserted the needle into the patient's chest, completing the pericardial puncture.    

Besides, someone from Sweetie's family had come, so he had to take responsibility. This fool had saved him a lot of trouble!