Chapter 79 The Limit Time
However, given the urgency of the situation, no one was dwelling on Su Chen's driving skills; they hurriedly pushed the patient into the operating room.
A 1500-milliliter bag of zero-degree saline solution was already prepared. Just as Su Chen was about to inject the patient, Du Sheng asked tentatively,
"Are you planning on using hypothermia therapy?"
"You're not entirely foolish—you even know about this," Su Chen glanced at him with surprise and nodded, "Correct, I'm using an artificial hibernation approach."
"I've also seen this method in the journals of the American Trauma Society," said Du Sheng, who was now thoroughly impressed by Su Chen, so much so that he didn't mind the latter's attitude. He asked earnestly, "But there is a limit to how much cold the human body can take, and exceeding this limit can have serious consequences."
"I know. Rest assured, I can control the limit."
Su Chen casually replied as he injected the cold saline solution into the central vein of the middle-aged woman.
Then, he took out an old, worn cloth bag from his pocket, unfolded it, and the silver needles inside sparkled with a cold silver sheen under the operating room lights.
"What are you doing now? Is that for acupuncture?"
Seeing Su Chen pull out the silver needles, Du Sheng was immediately astonished—was he thinking of combining Western and Chinese medicine?
"Weren't you just concerned about exceeding the patient's limit? You are indeed right to worry; with this saline injected, the human body can endure a maximum of 35-40 minutes, which is far from sufficient," Su Chen said while pulling out the silver needles, "That's why I need to extend this limit."
"So, you're planning to do it with acupuncture?"
Confused, Du Sheng asked. He had never heard of such an effect from acupuncture.
"Yes, with this. The principle is too complex to explain to you," Su Chen replied.
He held three silver needles between his fingers and then swiftly inserted them around the injured area of the middle-aged woman,
"All you need to know is that, after this acupuncture, the total limit she can withstand is an hour and forty minutes. To be absolutely safe, the blood must arrive within an hour and a half."
"You can calculate the patient's limit for endurance?"
Du Sheng was utterly shocked—he clearly remembered the journal saying that no one in the world could accurately calculate the limit of endurance under hypothermia.
After the three silver needles were inserted, Du Sheng immediately witnessed a scene he had never seen before. The tails of the needles were trembling incessantly, and at the points where the needles touched the skin, a faint milky halo flickered.
What he didn't know was that those halos were actually Su Chen's True Yuan. He was using it to stimulate the patient's vital acupuncture points, sending True Yuan into her body through these points, to nourish the cells and replace some of the functions performed by blood oxygen to a certain extent.
Subsequently, Su Chen applied needles to other critical acupoints. By the time he finished this work, he was drenched in sweat and nearly exhausted.
"Physician Du, I leave the upcoming surgery to you. As long as you do the surgery well and make sure eight units of blood arrive within an hour and a half, she will certainly be fine," Su Chen said.
"Okay, you can rest assured. If I still can't save her after what you've done, then I might as well not call myself a doctor," answered Du Sheng.
From the moment he had removed the steel pipe, the young man had handled everything perfectly, and now he had even managed to buy more than an hour of time.
Du Sheng firmly believed that if he still could not save the patient in such circumstances, it would be a great disservice both to the patient and to the young man's efforts.
"You should rest a bit on the side."
Seeing Su Chen exhausted and soaked with sweat, Du Sheng suggested.
Du Sheng's assistant immediately brought a chair for Su Chen and then began assisting in the operation.
Su Chen indeed felt extremely tired; this series of treatments had nearly depleted all the True Yuan in his body.
He reflected inwardly that his own strength was still insufficient—if he had been able to cultivate to the seventh or eighth level of the Qi Refinement Realm, none of this would have been so troublesome.
Should he truly reach that Realm, he would be able to use the Galaxy Divine Needle, and such a minor injury would be nothing at all to him, solvable within mere minutes.
After more than thirty minutes had passed, the first batch of five units of blood had arrived; the medical staff sprinted to the operating room with it.
Su Chen's heart eased by half. Another half-hour later, the remaining three units of blood were also delivered.
Du Sheng, as the chief physician, performed the surgery perfectly.
When the surgery was completed, and a few minutes had passed, the middle-aged woman finally opened her eyes, but because she was still very weak, she couldn't speak just yet.
The medical staff pushed the patient out of the operating room together, and Tang Mingji and his daughter had been waiting anxiously.
Upon seeing the patient come out, they hurried over.
"Mom!"
"Wan Zhen!"
The middle-aged woman smiled at her husband and daughter.
"Mayor Tang, the patient is still very weak and cannot speak," Du Sheng instructed the medical staff, "Hurry and take the patient to the intensive care unit."
"Doctor Du, what's the situation now?"
Although Tang Mingji saw that his wife had woken up, he was still very worried.
"Please rest assured, Mayor Tang, the surgery was very successful, and your wife is in good condition. All she needs is some rest, and she'll be fine."
"I can't thank you enough! Thank you for saving her life!"
Tang Mingji gripped Du Sheng's hand tightly, his expression full of excitement.
Tang Yun's eyes brimmed with gratitude towards Du Sheng. This brief hour had rollercoastered her emotions from deep sorrow to great joy!
"What I did is something any qualified physician could have done," Du Sheng said with a slight smile, "The person you really should be thanking is Mr. Su."
"Mr. Su? Which Mr. Su?" Tang Yun's face showed confusion; she did not recognize any Mr. Su.
"You mean that young man! Yes, where is he?"
Tang Mingji suddenly realized.
"Yes, that's him. He's just too tired, and he rested for a while," Du Sheng remarked with a feeling of respect, "If it weren't for him buying us more than an hour today, the patient would have been beyond help, beyond the reach of gods or King Yan."
It was then that Tang Yun came to understand that the young man's surname was Su, and just at that moment, she happened to see Su Chen slowly walking out. His face was ashen, and his clothes damp.
"Mr. Su, what happened to you?"
Tang Yun hurried over and supported Su Chen, who looked as if he might collapse at any moment, concern evident on her face.
"It's nothing, I'll be fine after some rest," Su Chen said with a forced smile. Only then did he take a clear look at the young woman's features and was momentarily astonished by her beauty.
A delicate and exquisite nose, a pair of bright eyes, as beautiful as Liu Yue Mei, with cherry-red lips slightly turned up—this was a face of breathtaking beauty!
She wore a khaki-colored, simple yet stylish trench coat, and light blue skinny jeans that outlined her long legs and perfectly rounded curves.