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Without any unnecessary words, everyone took their positions.

Ye Zhen stared at the large section of rebar covered in cement dust exposed on Lao Liu's chest. The rebar was too long, and its leverage and weight were enormous. If it were pulled back directly, even the slightest wobbling at the end would completely tear apart the pericardium that was tightly pressed against it.

"It's too long. Its own weight will cause a second tear when you pull it back." Ye Zhen held the end close to the skin firmly with both hands, without raising her head. "Get a hacksaw. Leave five centimeters on the outside of this side and cut the rest off."

Without saying a word, Wang Jianguo turned around and rummaged through the emergency room's spare kit for a small hacksaw.

Sweating profusely, he stepped forward and, gritting his teeth, began sawing back and forth along the fixed points of Ye Zhen's hands. The sound of metal scraping together was particularly jarring in the cold, air-conditioned operating room.

"Clang—"

Most of the heavy rebar crashed into the medical stainless steel basin on the ground.

The risk of gravity outside the chest cavity has been completely eliminated.

Ye Zhen gripped the remaining five centimeters of steel bar with both hands.

"I'm starting to remove the steel bars now."

She exerted force with her wrist, maintaining an extremely stable and uniform speed, slowly rotating counterclockwise, trying her best to avoid secondary scraping of the muscle tissue that the spiral ribs might cause.

The monitor beeped incessantly, and no one dared to breathe loudly.

The steel bar, covered in bits of flesh and black blood clots, retreated inch by inch. Just as the last half-turn of the thread completely detached from the chest wall, the monitor's readings suddenly changed!

"My blood pressure dropped to 90!"

"My heart rate spiked to 140!"

With the "plug" removed, the original physical blockage effect completely collapsed. A pulmonary artery collateral branch, hidden on the dorsal side of the lung and previously tightly compressed by the steel bar, suddenly burst open and bled profusely!

Dark red blood plasma, bubbling with bubbles, surged up directly from deep within the chest cavity. The suction tube was instantly swallowed by the thick blood as soon as it was inserted.

Less than three seconds.

The entire surgical field of vision was completely blinded, turning into a chaotic sea of ​​blood.

The alarm from the monitor pierced everyone's eardrums.

"Blood pressure is still dropping! Eighty! He's in shock!" the anesthesiologist yelled, his hands gripping the blood bag tightly as he desperately squeezed blood into the vein.

Wang Jianguo held the suction device in his hand, a tingling sensation running down his back.

The bleeding was too severe. The rupture was hidden beneath a sea of ​​blood, completely invisible to the naked eye. In this situation, blindly clamping with forceps would most likely crush the surrounding healthy blood vessels and fragile lung tissue.

The patient definitely won't last more than two minutes.

On the edge of this out-of-control cliff, Ye Zhen didn't even blink.

She brought her left index and middle fingers together and plunged them straight into the warm, slippery depths of that sea of ​​blood.

Avoid the broken rib fragments.

Bypass the edge of the damaged lung lobe.

Her fingertips probed deep into the thick blood. Relying on her memory of human anatomy etched into her very bones, she quickly pinpointed a faint yet frantically gushing source of abnormal pressure deep within.

I touched it.

A hidden artery collateral branch that was severed by barbs.

Ye Zhen suddenly exerted force with her wrist, her two fingers firmly wedged above the wound, ruthlessly pressing the lateral branch against her chest wall.

The gushing blood fountain was abruptly stopped by this force.

"Non-traumatic vascular clamps"

The scrub nurse immediately slammed a large hemostat into her right hand, which was hanging in mid-air.

With no field of vision, she relied entirely on the tactile sensation from her left fingertips for spatial navigation. Ye Zhen held the pliers in her right hand and, following the guidance of her left wrist, sliced ​​directly into the pool of blood.

The tip of the pliers pressed precisely against the edge of the torn opening.

"Click".

The crisp metallic clang of gears locking was particularly clear amidst the ticking alarm.

"Draw blood." Ye Zhen released her left hand.

Wang Jianguo snapped back to reality and immediately inserted the suction device into the bottom of his chest cavity. A large amount of dark red blood was rapidly drawn out through the transparent tube.

Ten seconds later, the view returned. The stark white light of the operating lamp shone directly down.

The steel hemostat bit right into the tear in the hidden artery, without damaging even a millimeter of tissue.

The anesthesiologist stared intently at the screen, his voice trembling: "The blood pressure has risen... 85! It's stable!"

Wang Jianguo stood frozen in front of the stage.

To feel the incision with bare hands and insert forceps blindly in a completely blind state! What terrifying anatomical control that requires!

"5-0 damage-free sutures".

Ye Zhen didn't give anyone time to be stunned. She took the needle holder, and with a deft flick of her wrist, the extremely fine thread moved quickly through the thin blood vessel wall.

He inserted the needle and threaded the thread without hesitation. Wang Jianguo suppressed the shock in his heart and immediately cooperated by pulling the thread, tying a knot, and cutting the end of the thread.

The tear was perfectly stitched up.

Ye Zhen stared at the suture for a minute to confirm that there was no bleeding, and then ordered the hilum occlusion to be lifted.

The severed blood flow was re-infused, and the shrunken right lung tissue inflated and returned to a healthy pink color.

"Use 3,000 ml of warm saline solution to rinse the chest cavity."

Finally, Ye Zhen carefully examined the pericardium again, then took a step back and said, "Close the chest."

When suturing into the skin layer, Wang Jianguo coordinated perfectly with Ye Zhen's movements. His movements were fluid and seamless. He felt his blood boiling, a burning sensation from snatching the patient back from the jaws of death.

The last needle was inserted steadily into the drainage tube fixing port.

"Snap." The scissors cut the stitches.

Ye Zhen threw the needle holder into the metal tray.

"Surgery is complete."

Ye Zhen deftly peeled off her blood-stained gloves and threw them into the yellow medical waste bin. The glaring red "Operation in Progress" light above the door frame went out as a result.

The red light dissipated in the corridor.

Old Zhao pulled the workers, who were squatting on the cold terrazzo floor, to their feet. This group of men, dressed in tattered canvas jackets and covered in yellow mud, all crowded outside the iron gate.

Old Zhao clutched a dusty fiberglass safety helmet tightly in his hand. Inside the helmet were several dozen blood-stained bills and a few kilograms of national grain coupons that the entire construction site had just scraped together.

The female relative, Erni, leaned against the wall, too weak to even stand up straight.

There was a deathly silence outside the door; no one dared to breathe loudly.

"Crack—"

The heavy iron gate was pushed open from the inside.

Ye Zhen was wearing a scrub suit, her mask pulled down to her chin, her forehead stray hairs completely soaked with sweat. She stepped out the door and met a dozen pairs of bloodshot, desperate eyes outside.

Old Zhao trembled as he handed over the safety helmet containing loose change, his lips shaking but no sound coming out.

Ye Zhen's gaze swept over the pile of small bills, then she looked up at Erni, who was about to collapse.

"Your husband's life is temporarily saved."

"The vital signs are now stable."

"He's still inside. We can go in to see him after the anesthesia wears off."

The peace stone that Erni had been clutching tightly in her hand, which she had obtained through prayer and worship, fell to the ground.

It made a crisp, clanging sound.

Erni did not bend down to pick it up.

She instantly lost all her strength and collapsed limply.

Then, she was suddenly pulled back up by some kind of power in those words.

Tears streamed silently down her sallow face.