C6 Double Connection Pressure Reduction Surgery
Qingge noticed Zhang Zhen's hands were still trembling slightly.
That meant he hadn't used his hands at all in the recent fight. If someone with a disability could unleash such combat strength, how formidable must he have been before his injury?
For the first time, Qingge found herself curious about Zhang Zhen's past...
Meanwhile, Zhang Zhen was pleasantly surprised as the mysterious electronic voice sounded again.
"[Ding dong! Combat Template: Military Close Combat has been unlocked. Current Collection Level: 37%. Please complete the template promptly and integrate it!] By chance, he had activated another template.
Although he hadn't received a reward for completing it, it indicated that Little Dan needed more than just culinary data and didn't require manual input from him.
He wondered what kind of reward would come with its completion.
Zhang Zhen couldn't help but daydream about the possibilities.
Military close combat had been a mandatory skill in the Night Serpent Special Forces. Zhang Zhen had internalized these skills to the core. Despite years of disuse, with a bit of practice, reaching full proficiency wouldn't be a challenge.
Zhang Zhen had many ideas about the Iron Ball, but now wasn't the time to delve into them.
"[Beep, beep, beep ~] Second Master's heart rate was skyrocketing, his body convulsing so violently he was nearly falling off the bed.
The sight was horrifying!
Qingge, witnessing this, felt helpless, her eyes brimming with tears.
The once unshakable ice goddess now showed a side of vulnerability.
She was Second Master's lead physician. The patient had been stable; if only she had been more careful, this could have been avoided...
Qingge wasn't afraid of responsibility; she was devastated by the thought of a life slipping away that could have been saved.
"Does the patient have a history of epilepsy?" Zhang Zhen approached Meng Hu and nudged his shoulder with his foot.
Meng Hu was in agony, but even through the pain and humiliation, he felt the urge to spit back in defiance.
"If you don't want your second brother-in-law to die here, you'd better answer my question!" Zhang Zhen's voice was ice-cold. Meng Hu felt a shiver run through him and nodded involuntarily.
His face turned ashen as he approached the hospital bed to assess the Second Master's condition.
"Epilepsy has caused a backflow of waste blood. The patient's intracranial pressure is dangerously high and must be physically reduced!" Zhang Zhen declared gravely. Qingge shuddered as the diagnosis sank in.
She stared at Zhang Zhen, her expression growing more perplexed. How could he, with just a glance, identify a condition she, a second-grade doctor, had missed?
Did he possess medical knowledge too?
"Don't just stand there, administer the sedative and start a blood transfusion immediately. Prepare for a double penetration decompression surgery!" This was the only option to save the Second Master.
Qingge snapped into action, hastening the surgical preparations. Yet, once everything was ready, they hit a roadblock.
"What's the hold-up? We're running out of time!" "Currently, there's no surgeon available in the hospital..." Qingge explained, her voice tinged with frustration.
The double penetration decompression surgery was a second-grade A difficulty. Despite Qingge's high aptitude, as a second-grade doctor, she faced a two-grade gap, leaving her with less than a 10% chance of a successful operation.
"A third-grade hospital with no first-grade doctors?" Zhang Zhen was growing impatient.
"The senior doctors have all gone to the medical summit in Yan Jing. The highest-ranking doctor we have on-site is second-grade..."
The middle-aged doctor who had earlier intervened, now the office director, spoke up with a sense of defeat.
"We could try sending him to Changbei City, but it's a long shot." "That's not an option; we don't have the time!" Qingge immediately dismissed the suggestion. Traveling to Changbei would take at least two hours, not accounting for traffic, and it would be a miracle if the Second Master could hold on for even thirty minutes.
An eerie silence fell over the emergency room.
Finally, after two tense minutes, Qingge reached a decision.
"We have no choice but to begin the surgery!" Zhang Zhen announced.
Qingge was momentarily taken aback, yet she didn't dwell on it. The surgery at hand demanded full attention, and once the room had cleared of any non-essential personnel, she turned to see Zhang Zhen competently donning his gloves, poised at the bedside.
It appeared he was gearing up to operate!
Only then did Qingge grasp the implication of Zhang Zhen's earlier words. It seemed he had no choice but to rely on her.
"Zhang Zhen, what are you doing!" she exclaimed. The operating room was no place for recklessness, and she chastised him without hesitation.
"Just lending a hand with the disinfection," Zhang Zhen replied, seemingly oblivious to any impropriety. His tone was so natural that even Qingge momentarily felt as though it was perfectly normal for him to be there.
"This is serious business!" Qingge, now fully alert, admonished him once more.
"If you think you're up to it, then you do it," she retorted, momentarily at a loss for words.
"How sure are you of success?" she asked, her resolve softening slightly.
"Let's just try," Zhang Zhen responded, sidestepping a direct answer. He took a deep breath and reached for the scalpel, but within a second, his hand began to shake, the blade threatening to slip from his grasp.
How could he perform surgery if he couldn't even steady the scalpel?
Zhang Zhen had anticipated difficulty, but a hint of bitterness still crossed his face. Once, he could handle over ten Level-2 A surgeries in a day with a 100% success rate. But now...
"Cough! Cough!" The Second Master coughed up more pus and blood. Qingge was about to intervene with emergency measures when she was shocked by the scene unfolding before her.
Somehow, Zhang Zhen had procured a kitchen knife, its blade as long as half an arm and chilling to the bone. The mere sight of it was enough to send shivers down one's spine and create a profound sense of unease.
What was his intention?
A dreadful premonition washed over Qingge, but before she could voice her concerns, the blade glinted coldly and descended toward the Second Master's forehead.
Since he couldn't wield a scalpel, he'd have to make do with a blade he could handle with confidence!
That was Zhang Zhen's line of thinking.
The Cold Iron Kitchen Knife was not only razor-sharp but also boasted an ability to resist bacteria, making it a viable substitute for a surgical blade in certain situations.
"Broken Wings Knife Technique!" Zhang Zhen silently exclaimed in his mind, his entire focus narrowing to a fine point. As his pupils constricted, his world shrank to include nothing but the blade and the task at hand...
At that moment, Meng Hu's forehead resembled a piece of raw material awaiting transformation!
With a swift motion, the scalp was effortlessly sliced open, the knife's tip flicking it aside to expose the blood-stained skull beneath.
With a sound akin to slicing through tofu, the kitchen knife deftly removed a section of bone, causing blood to surge from the skull and relieving the pressure. Meng Hu's condition showed signs of improvement!
Qingge stood frozen, utterly astonished by Zhang Zhen's audacious procedure.
The double decompression surgery required precise openings in both the forehead and the heart—areas dense with vital nerves and blood vessels, where the slightest error could result in the patient bleeding out.
Yet there was Zhang Zhen, boldly operating on the patient with a kitchen knife. Had the patient been awake to witness the scene, it might have frightened him to death!
"Secure the scalp tissue and monitor the blood transfusion!" Zhang Zhen's command snapped Qingge out of her stupor. Upon inspecting the patient's incision, she involuntarily swallowed.
The incision through the soft tissue was clean and decisive, the cut perfectly measured, leaving the dura mater undamaged...
A phrase spontaneously formed in her thoughts.
Precision and grace!
