บท 182: Thoracic-Abdominal Surgery

A doctor came over with a mercury sphygmomanometer. "Young man, are you alright?" 

"I'm fine." Zheng Ren opened his eyes. They were clear and focused.

The doctor relaxed, as Zheng Ren could still speak coherently, but he measured his blood pressure anyways.

It was slightly below average.

"Come, we'll go to the other operating room. The orthopedic surgeon and hand surgeon will have a look at the wound," a young nurse said. "Lean on me so you don't fall."

"It's okay. Thank you." Zheng Ren shut his eyes and forced a smile.

Zheng Ren knew he had to leave the sterile room as soon as possible. He had already violated standard operating procedure due to the emergency nature of the situation.

Once the surgery was done, Fang Lin would have to battle bouts of infection.

A bottle of iodophor was not equivalent to a sterile surgical setting.