Healing Doctor

Chapter 297 Are you sure you can handle it?

"Professor Deng, please say something. What's the next step? Should we continue the surgery or just leave it at that?" the circulating nurse asked.

After hesitating for a long time, Deng Chaohong said in a deep voice, "I'll go take a look and talk to them. I guess there's a problem somewhere."

After saying that, he turned and left the stage.

The circulating nurse remained silent, watching Deng Chaohong leave.

She sighed as the operating room door closed, "Old Deng is really unlucky."

"Have you seen the case of someone using blood products to water flowers a few years ago?" the anesthesiologist asked.

"I saw it. I haven't gone to any of the company's voluntary blood donation drives since then. There seems to have been an explanation later, but I don't believe it," the mobile nurse said disdainfully.

"I reckon this time... even if Lao Deng goes to ask, the blood bank will definitely say that it was used for emergency patients. Who the hell knows where the blood went?" the anesthesiologist cursed.

"It's none of our business," the circulating nurse said. "Say less."

"I just can't stand it," the anesthesiologist grumbled, still feeling indignant. "The patient's family went to donate blood through a designated program, but when they needed it, there wasn't any. Isn't that just cheating people?"

"Sigh." The circulating nurse sighed, sat down in a chair in the corner, her eyes unfocused, staring blankly at the ventilator.

Zhao Tianjiao asked in bewilderment, "Sister Liu, isn't this a designated blood donation program? How come it's all gone just like that?"

"Who knows?"

The circulating nurses knew that Zhao Tianjiao was Dean Zhao's son, so they kept quiet about certain things, knowing that saying too much could lead to mistakes.

The operating room was quiet. Deng Chaohong casually slapped a scalpel on the side, which was stained with blood. The light from the operating room lamp could be faintly seen flickering in the blood.

Ten minutes later, Deng Chaohong walked in.

"Old Deng, what should we do?"

"How would I know!" Deng Chaohong said irritably.

"You're a practitioner, if you don't know, who does?" The circulating nurse's sharp tongue flared up, and she was about to start cursing at Deng Chaohong, almost pointing her finger at his nose.

That's considered polite; if Deng Chaohong dared to talk back, countless unpleasant things would be waiting for him.

"Calm down, calm down," the anesthesiologist urged. "Professor Deng, are we still going to proceed with the surgery?"

"The patient's family went to the blood bank; we'll wait for news," Deng Chaohong said dejectedly.

"Damn it!" the anesthesiologist muttered under his breath.

If the patient can't get down, he has to keep maintaining the patient's anesthesia, and if it goes on for too long, there will definitely be problems.

If something goes wrong in one link, everything becomes difficult. The anesthesiologist is already mentally stabbing the blood bank staff with countless needles.

"Old Deng, are you sure you can handle this?" the circulating nurse asked.

"I don't know either. I confirmed it before I went on stage, but it changed its mind in just two hours," Deng Chaohong said bitterly. "Who knows what happened, who knows what to do?"

"Let's wait."

The operating room fell silent, and everyone was thinking about different things.

A dozen minutes later, Deng Chaohong's phone rang.

"Dean Sun, it's me."

"The surgery... is fine. The amount of blood loss during the operation is uncertain. 5000 ml is already the limit; there's no other way." Deng Chaohong insisted despite the hospital director's questioning, "Professor Qian performed one recently, and he transfused 6000 ml of blood. 5000 ml is truly the limit."

"Okay, then I'll wait a bit longer."

After hanging up the phone, the anesthesiologist asked curiously, "How come it's gotten to the hospital director so quickly?"

"The patient's family is indignant and wants to vandalize the blood bank. They've also contacted reporters and influential figures on social media. They say it's already spread online, and the hospital is having a headache," Deng Chaohong sighed.

This is getting more and more complicated.

Even though I did everything I could, if something goes wrong, those on the front lines of clinical care will definitely be thrown out as scapegoats.

If I get cyberbullied, that would be a disaster, since I didn't do anything wrong.

Deng Chaohong pulled out strands of hair from his head.

Sometimes I really don't want to do it anymore; it's all so much effort for no reward.

If I had known the blood bank was such a scoundrel, I definitely wouldn't have taken this surgery.

"Damn it!" Deng Chaohong cursed again.

"Did his family smash up the blood bank? No matter how you look at it, the blood bank is in the wrong. Smash it! Don't let them become a big grudge!!" the circulating nurse said, not afraid of making a scene.

"They're practically part of a group..." the anesthesiologist said, forcing himself to finish. "It must be the leaders from the Municipal Health Commission who came to our hospital director. If things really escalate, it won't look good for anyone. Just wait and see."

Deng Chaohong stared blankly at the patient on the operating table.

After a long time, the operating room door opened, and Zhao Jixiang walked in.

"Professor Deng, how is it now?" Zhao Jixiang asked.

Deng Chaohong quickly stood up and explained the problem he was facing.

"There's no more blood. They say it was a multi-vehicle collision on the highway, and the person is being treated at the First Affiliated Hospital," Zhao Jixiang explained. "President Sun's idea is for you to find a way to get the surgery done."

Deng Chaohong was about to explode; he was furious, but he forcefully suppressed it. In order not to reveal his negative emotions, he could only lower his head.

His hands had unconsciously clenched into fists.

"A car accident on the highway, who the hell knows if it's real or not!" Deng Chaohong was filled with resentment.

Anyway, the blood supply I need isn't enough, and I have to do the surgery myself. In the end, if anything goes wrong, it's all my fault.

"Professor Deng, this is what Dean Sun meant. What do you think?" Zhao Jixiang said calmly.

Deng Chaohong had hoped that Zhao Jixiang would put in a good word for him, but Zhao's meaning was clear: he was not prepared to help and would "strictly remain neutral."

"Dean Zhao, do you know how many branches the transverse lumbar artery has? There will definitely be a lot of bleeding when it is surgically removed," Deng Chaohong explained, forcing himself to speak.

"Professor Deng, come with me."

Zhao Jixiang turned around with his hands behind his back and left the operating room.

Seeing Deng Chaohong follow him out, the circulating nurse, curious, approached the anesthesiologist and asked, "Old Qu, what happened?"

"It's probably because there's a meeting going on in the province soon, and we can't afford any problems," the anesthesiologist mumbled.

The circulating nurse understood immediately and walked away helplessly.

Soon, the operating room door opened, and Zhao Jixiang and Deng Chaohong walked in.

"The blood bank is actively allocating blood, so it should be possible. Go and talk to the patient's family, and then get it done as soon as possible."

"Okay, Dean Zhao."

Deng Chaohong gave Zhao Jixiang a deep look, then went out in his surgical gown to communicate with the patient's family.

The anesthesiologist felt helpless; he knew this was the tragedy of frontline workers.

Despite the many regrets, there was nothing that could be done.

Twenty minutes later, Deng Chaohong returned, and the person who came in with him was not Dean Zhao but Director Bai.

Director Bai remained calm, walked in, stood in the corner, and didn't say a word.

"Director Bai, you've arrived." The anesthesiologist quickly greeted him.

"Hmm." Director Bai nodded.

"Can the blood really be prepared?" the anesthesiologist asked.

Director Bai looked at him as if he were an idiot, making the anesthesiologist feel somewhat ashamed.

(End of this chapter)