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The air in the changing area of ​​the operating room was even more oppressive than the smell of disinfectant outside.

"Dean Zhou, are you out of your mind?" Head Nurse Liu Hongmei blocked the changing room lockers, her sharp, slanted eyes fixed on Ye Zhen, her face full of disbelief. "Let her perform the surgery? Some random, scrawny girl who popped out of nowhere? Does she even have a medical license? Is she even an adult?"

Liu Hongmei is a veteran at this hospital, having overseen hundreds of surgeries, both major and minor. She has the utmost contempt for those who lack ability but try to get in through connections.

Dean Zhou Hai wrung his hands anxiously, saying, "Old Liu! This is a matter of life and death, don't waste time!"

Ye Zhen ignored the argument. She walked to the sink, turned on the tap, picked up the soap brush, and began to perform the pre-surgical handwashing procedure with an almost rigid standard. From fingertips to elbows, every inch of skin, every angle, no more, no less, with perfect precision.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, with a mechanical beauty that instantly silenced the noisy Liu Hongmei.

This is a skill only an expert can see. This one skill alone makes him many times better than many of the clumsy young doctors in the hospital.

After washing her hands, Ye Zhen dried them with a sterile towel, raised her hands, and coldly swept her gaze over Liu Hongmei: "The patient's abdominal cavity is estimated to have more than 2000 milliliters of blood, and her blood pressure continues to drop. She is three minutes away from hemorrhagic shock."

She paused, her voice completely flat.

"You'll take responsibility?"

Those three words, like three icicles, pierced straight into Liu Hongmei's heart. Her face paled, and she instinctively stepped aside.

Ye Zhen walked into the operating room without looking to the side.

"Drip—drip—drip—"

The operating lights suddenly blazed on, blinding everyone. The piercing alarm of the cardiac monitor sounded like a death knell.

"Blood pressure 80/50, and it's still dropping!"

"Blood oxygen saturation has dropped to 85%!"

The anesthesiologist's voice was filled with anxiety.

"Ichisuke, get ready, open the abdomen!" Ye Zhen's voice was as calm as ice.

Standing opposite her was Wang Jianguo, the deputy director of surgery, a man in his early forties with extensive experience, but whose face was also full of distrust. He was originally the first choice for this surgery, but the hospital director had forcibly put him down to be an assistant to a young girl, and he was seething with anger.

"Okay," he replied curtly.

The moment the abdominal cavity was opened, everyone present gasped.

Blood, like a fire hydrant with its valve opened, gushed out from deep within the abdominal cavity, instantly staining the entire surgical field red, making it impossible to see the organ structures.

"It's over! The hepatic artery has ruptured!" Wang Jianguo exclaimed in shock. His vision blurred as he didn't even have time to use the suction device. "Quick! Gauze! Apply pressure to stop the bleeding!"

"It's too late."

Ye Zhen uttered three words.

To everyone's astonishment, she did something crazy.

Before the suction device had even finished draining the blood, she plunged her left hand directly into the pool of blood, her fingers quickly exploring, touching, and sensing the warm, viscous blood.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, with only the urgent beeping of the monitors remaining.

What is this? Blind operation? Performing procedures in the absence of a clear view while experiencing massive abdominal bleeding? This is simply playing with the patient's life!

Wang Jianguo's eyes widened, and he was about to yell "Are you crazy?" when he saw Ye Zhen's right hand flash out like lightning, her voice short and forceful: "Hemostat."

The scrub nurse handed it over instinctively.

"Click".

A soft metallic click echoed clearly in the deathly silent operating room.

A miracle happened.

The surging flow of blood seemed to be instantly choked by an invisible hand, stopping abruptly. The field of vision, which had just been like a red fountain, quickly became clear.

Wang Jianguo stood frozen in place, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg. He saw clearly that the hemostat had precisely clamped the branch of the proper hepatic artery that was bleeding profusely, without the slightest deviation.

three seconds.

It only took three seconds from reaching out to stopping the bleeding.

The entire operating room was completely silent. Everyone seemed frozen in place, staring in awe at the slender girl with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

"What are you standing there for? Attractor." Ye Zhen's voice broke the silence, tinged with impatience.

"Oh...oh!" Wang Jianguo seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly picked up the suction device to start clearing the accumulated blood. When he looked at Ye Zhen again, his eyes no longer held contempt, but only deep horror and awe.

"Irregular tear in the right lobe of the liver, uneven wound edges, and partial tissue inactivation." Ye Zhen quickly issued instructions while examining the area, "Prepare for blood transfusion. Deputy Director Wang, prepare for liver debridement and suturing."

"Okay...okay!" Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wang Jianguo's forehead. He picked up the needle holder and prepared to use his best technique, the "figure-eight suture," to treat the wound.

"No." Ye Zhen didn't even look at him and rejected the idea outright. "The wound is too large, and the figure-of-eight suture takes too long. The patient can't wait. Use a modified continuous locking suture."

"What... continuous edge locking?" Wang Jianguo was dumbfounded. He had only vaguely seen this term in foreign literature, and no one in China knew it!

Ye Zhen didn't have time to explain.

"Watch."

She took the needle holder, threaded the needle, and moved so fast it was almost a blur. The tiny suture needle seemed to come alive at her fingertips, dancing at an incredible angle and speed along the edge of the ruptured liver. Stitch after stitch, dense and neat, it ensured both the strength of the suture and minimized tissue damage.

Wang Jianguo was completely dumbfounded.

This isn't surgery, it's art!

From initial defiance to midway through shock, and now to complete admiration, he silently took a half step back, demoting himself from the position of "assistant" to a mere "scissors-handling tool," his eyes fixed on Ye Zhen's hands, afraid of missing any detail.

As the surgery was nearing its end, just as Ye Zhen was about to suture the spleen, another unexpected event occurred.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The electrocardiogram monitor suddenly emitted a long beep, and the originally regular waveform on the screen instantly turned into a chaotic mess of wild grass.

"Ventricular fibrillation! The patient is experiencing ventricular fibrillation!" The anesthesiologist's voice trembled.

"Defibrillator! 200 joules! Ready!" Ye Zhen's voice remained calm and undisturbed.

Charging, discharging!

The patient's body jerked violently, but the waveform on the screen remained chaotic.

300 joules!

Another electric shock, no effect!

"Prepare for open-chest surgery! 1 mg of adrenaline IV push!" Ye Zhen threw down the instruments in her hand, picked up a scalpel, and without the slightest hesitation, cut open the patient's sternum.

She threw away the knife and reached her sterile gloved hands directly into the patient's chest cavity, grasping the heart that had stopped beating effectively.

One, two, three...

She closed her eyes, as if feeling the slightest tremor of that heart, and performed chest compressions with a steady and powerful rhythm.

Those hands, accustomed to holding delicate scalpels, were now supporting the life of a soldier.

Time ticked by, and the operating room was so quiet you could hear the sweat dripping down.

"Drip... drip... drip..."

Suddenly, the chaotic waveform on the monitor screen miraculously jumped back to a regular sinus rhythm.

Alive!

Everyone present breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if they had also just escaped death.

Ye Zhen slowly withdrew her hand, her gloves stained with blood, but her green surgical gown remained spotless from beginning to end, not even the inner layer.

She calmly finished the final stitching and cut the last thread.

"Surgery is complete."

She removed her sweat-soaked mask, revealing a cool and stunningly beautiful face, yet slightly weary. She calmly addressed the stunned Dean Zhou Hai and the group of medical staff, saying, "Send her to the ICU. Closely monitor her urine output and drainage."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the operating room door.

In the observation room, Dean Zhou Hai excitedly knocked over the enamel teacup in his hand, spilling scalding tea all over his hand without him even noticing.

"A miracle! This is a medical miracle!"

"boom--"

The heavy doors of the operating room were pushed open from the inside.

Outside the door, in the corridor.

Zhao Tiancheng and Lin Wan stood side by side; they had been waiting for almost two hours.

Lin Wan wore a faint expression of worry, but inside she was overjoyed. If he hadn't come out for so long, he must have died on stage.

Zhao Tiancheng had a cold smile on his lips, ready with the most sarcastic remarks. He wanted to watch Ye Zhen be scolded mercilessly by Dean Zhou like a stray dog.

Seeing Ye Zhen come out, Zhao Tiancheng cleared his throat, about to speak: "Ye Zhen, how did it go? Did you kill him? I told you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a figure rushing forward.

Dean Zhou Hai, as if seeing his savior, rushed to Ye Zhen without hesitation, grabbed her hand, and his voice trembled with excitement:

"Dr. Ye! You...you've created a miracle for our 761 Hospital!"