116: Chapter 116 Dr. Lu, you are a benefactor to our whole family!

Wu Fan had just returned from treating a patient outside, and seeing this scene, he stopped at the doorway.

He watched as Lu Chen pulled a dying patient with multiple injuries back from the brink of death in just over ten minutes.

He stabilized the vital signs and completed the preoperative preparations; the entire process was smooth and fluid.

"When did this kid's Comprehensive Trauma First Aid ability become so strong?"

He muttered to himself.

Sun Ji passed by and leaned in.

"Brother Wu, what did you say?"

"Nothing."

Fifteen minutes later, the patient's blood pressure stabilized above 95, their heart rate dropped to just over 110, and their consciousness had slightly recovered.

"They can be transferred now; notify the Operating Room to get ready to receive them."

Lu Chen handed the patient over to the arriving General Surgery Department team and briefly explained the injuries and the treatments already completed.

The attending physician from the General Surgery Department who took over listened carefully and glanced at Lu Chen.

"The treatment here in the Emergency Department was very well done. The Puncture and decompression of the abdominal cavity was a crucial step. If you hadn't lowered the abdominal pressure first, they might not have made it on the way up here."

Lu Chen nodded.

"The patient has a Grade II splenic contusion, and the rate of bleeding has already slowed down. You can assess the possibility of spleen preservation during the surgery."

The attending physician was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Understood, we will keep that in mind."

The patient was wheeled away.

The Red Zone quieted down for a moment.

Zhao Yaqin walked over to Lu Chen's side.

"Your treatment just now was very good."

Lu Chen was washing his hands.

"For emergency treatment of multiple injuries, the core principle is not to be distracted by superficial injuries. Solve the life-threatening ones first, then treat the secondary ones. The order cannot be messed up."

Zhao Yaqin looked at him.

"That's easy to say, but hard to do. Many emergency doctors with ten years of experience would panic when facing this kind of multiple injuries, but you didn't."

"There was no time to panic."

Zhao Yaqin smiled and didn't say anything else.

Sun Ji swayed over, holding a water cup.

"Brother Lu, I've discovered a trait of yours recently."

"What trait?"

"Every time a patient who is about to die comes in, after you treat them, that patient is no longer about to die."

Lu Chen glanced at him.

"You make it sound like this is a coincidence."

"Uh, I guess so. This is a doctor's job."

"Then why did you specially run over to say it?"

"I was just expressing my feelings, can't you let me express them?"

Shen Xiaoning was organizing items on the rescue cart nearby, and hearing their conversation, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Dr. Sun, is your volume of 'expressing feelings' today higher than your volume of patient consultations?"

Sun Ji said righteously.

"Xiao Ning, expressing feelings is a mental activity; it doesn't consume medical resources, doesn't occupy beds, and doesn't require registration. Please show some respect."

Shen Xiaoning laughed until her shoulders were shaking.

Lu Chen shook his head, sat back at his workstation, and began to write the rescue record.

In his consciousness, the system prompt had already sounded.

[Comprehensive Trauma First Aid (perfect level) skill triggered in actual combat]

[Evaluation of this operation: S grade]

[Emergency Surgery Skill Enhancement Card effect in effect, experience point acquisition efficiency increased by 50%]

Lu Chen didn't look at the specific values; he would wait until the evening.

...

At twelve o'clock, Lu Chen went to do his rounds.

The few patients admitted for observation yesterday were still stable. Those who needed to be transferred to other departments were being transferred, and those who were ready for discharge were starting the discharge procedures.

Walking to bed number three, Lu Chen stopped.

Bed number three was a patient with acute pancreatitis admitted yesterday afternoon, an old man in his sixties who was sweating profusely from pain and unable to straighten his back when he was admitted; Lu Chen had treated him personally.

Now, the old man was in much better spirits and was leaning on the bed, slowly drinking porridge.

Sitting by the bed was a Middle-aged woman in her forties, dressed simply, who had been taking care of him the whole time; she must have been his daughter.

"Sir, how are you feeling today?"

Lu Chen opened the medical record.

The old man put down his bowl.

"Much better, much better. Dr. Lu, yesterday was really thanks to you; the pain was so bad I almost didn't make it."

"This is what I should do."

Lu Chen checked the abdominal signs, pressed a few points, and the old man said it didn't hurt anymore.

He also took a look at the latest laboratory test results from this morning.

"The amylase level has come down. Continue with a light diet and observe for another day today. If there are no issues tomorrow, you can be transferred to Professor Feng in the Department of Gastroenterology to continue treatment."

The old man nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll listen to you. Whatever you say, goes."

The daughter nearby also said thank you.

Just as Lu Chen was preparing to walk to the next bed, hurried footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

He turned around.

From the direction of bed number five, a Middle-aged woman in her fifties was walking quickly toward him.

She was dressed very simply, with obvious fatigue on her face, and there were traces of crying around her eyes.

The patient in bed number five was an acute cerebral hemorrhage patient sent in during the night shift the day before yesterday. The situation was extremely critical at the time, and when they were sent in, their pupils were already starting to become unequal.

It was Lu Chen who identified it immediately, and then after emergency treatment with Zhao Yaqin, they sent the patient to the Department of Neurosurgery for surgery.

Yesterday, they were transferred back from the ICU for observation.

"Are you the family member of the patient in bed number five?"

The woman walked up to Lu Chen and stopped.

"Dr. Lu, is it you?"

"The Nurse told me that you were the first one to discover that something was wrong with my old man the night before last."

Lu Chen nodded.

"Ma'am, how is your husband recovering?"

The woman's eyes instantly turned red.

"The doctors in the Department of Neurosurgery said the surgery was very successful, and he just needs to recover well afterward."

Her voice began to tremble.

"In that situation the night before last, they said if it had been ten minutes later, he would have been gone."

Lu Chen said.

"Ma'am, this was done by the entire Emergency Department team together. It is not my credit alone; the Nurses, Dr. Zhao, and the doctors from the Department of Neurosurgery all participated."

The woman shook her head.

"I know, but they said it was you who saw it first, and it was your immediate treatment that bought time for the subsequent surgery."

When she said this, her knees suddenly bent, and she knelt down directly.

"Dr. Lu, thank you for saving my old man's life!"

Lu Chen was taken aback and quickly bent down to help her up.

"Ma'am, please get up, please get up!"

Patients and family members in the beds nearby all looked over.

The old man in bed number three and his daughter also turned their heads, and the old man even put down the porridge bowl in his hand.

Shen Xiaoning ran over from the Nurse Station and crouched down to help lift her up.

"Ma'am, please stand up and talk; the floor is cold."

The woman knelt on the ground, refusing to get up no matter how they tried to help her, and tears streamed down her face.

"I've been with him for over thirty years; if he were gone, I really wouldn't know what to do."

"Dr. Lu, you are the benefactor of our entire family."

Lu Chen crouched down and used his hands to firmly help her up.

"Ma'am, listen to me, your husband is recovering very well, and the Department of Neurosurgery also said they are confident about his subsequent rehabilitation."

"The most important thing for you right now is not to thank me, but to take good care of yourself; he will still need you to take care of him when he is discharged."

After the woman was helped up, she was still wiping her tears.

"Thank you, really thank you."

Lu Chen took a pack of tissues out of his white coat pocket and handed it to her.

"No need to thank me, this is my job."

The old man in bed number three nearby watched this scene and said to his daughter.

"Dr. Lu is a good person, a good doctor."

The daughter also nodded.