The Surgeon’s Studio

ression had relaxed slightly after the smooth landing.

“Yes.” A paramedic took an infusion pump and antihypertensive drugs out of the first-aid kit.

Since Zheng Ren had informed Professor Pei about the patient’s condition and diagnosis, the necessary resuscitation materials had been brought onto the air ambulance before its departure.

The infusion pump was activated and a small ECG monitor attached to the patient.
After a few minutes, the drugs took effect and his blood pressure dropped to 150/90mmHg.
Zheng Ren then nodded and assisted the Imperial Capital medical personnel in transferring the patient into the helicopter.

The slowly vanishing helicopter somewhat soothed Zheng Ren’s nerves.

As for the surgery’s success… That would depend on fate.

Type I aortic dissection was surgically treated with an aortic arch replacement, a complicated and dangerous surgery.

The mortality rate could be as high as ten percent.

However, there was at least hope for recovery.
Zheng Ren, a mere general surgeon, had no desire to assist in a surgery as advanced as aortic arch replacement.

One had to know their limitations.

He had done his best by safely escorting the patient from the airplane to the air ambulance.
There was nothing else he could possibly do.

“Little Zheng, you’re good.” Xia Hua watched the helicopter disappear before returning to the airplane with Zheng Ren.
As soon as the cabin door closed, the plane began to taxi to the terminal.

“It was fortunate that you were here,” Zheng Ren said honestly, “The patient was really lucky; it’s usually difficult to find analgesics on a plane.”

It was a fact, not a show of courtesy.

There was a chance that someone would bring antihypertensive drugs on board a plane, but analgesics? That was all luck.

Reducing one’s blood pressure was simply inadequate in Cui Heming’s case as the severe tearing pain would give him a sense of impending doom.

His blood pressure could not have been lowered as smoothly had his pain not been well-controlled.

“That’s true,” Xia Hua agreed.
They were both experienced doctors, so there was no need for formalities.

Naturally, Xia Hua knew that it was extremely difficult to diagnose an emergency case on a plane.

He was a deputy senior consultant of the cardiothoracic surgery department, but would he be confident enough to diagnose such an emergency case alone?

The answer was no.
That was beyond question.

Xia Hua shook his head and added, “Little Zheng, you’re skilled in making diagnoses.”

“I’ve seen it, so I know the signs,” replied Zheng Ren politely.

“Where did you even find an air ambulance? There is no way an ordinary person could get ahold of such high-end goods.” This was what piqued Xia Hua’s interest the most.

In all honesty, even if he had diagnosed the condition correctly and provided appropriate first-aid measures, medical resources on the airplane were still limited.
In addition, the most the control tower could do was to mobilize an emergency vehicle on duty to stand by as they could not demand the deployment of an air ambulance.

Their type of emergency vehicle could only handle minor emergency issues, as well as having to face traffic congestion in Imperial Capital.
Thus, it would take at least one to two hours for the patient to be admitted to a hospital.

Every second counted in an emergency situation.

An air ambulance was indeed a rare mode of transportation.

“I’m attending a research project in Imperial Capital and happened to know a professor there.
I don’t know the specifics, but I think the professor was the one who did it.”

Ten thousand alpacas broke into a furious gallop in Xia Hua’s heart.
‘What the f*ck… Are you even thirty years old? Attending a research project in Imperial Capital? And you even know a professor who can mobilize an air ambulance?’

All his years in the medical field had been wasted…

He suddenly felt deeply hurt.

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