"How's the pelvis?"
Zhang Lin didn't even lift his head.
The high-speed drill buzzed on the posterior arch of the atlas, bone dust falling like a fine snow. Under the microscope, the vertebral artery groove appeared intermittently. Half a millimeter forward was the medulla, the line between life and death.
His hands were as steady as if welded in the air.
"Director Zhao is doing external fixation, the blood pressure is stabilized," Little Five handed over the rongeur, "but the rear ring fracture is too severe, the external fixation can't hold, it requires internal fixation, the front ring is best supplemented with a steel plate."
"You go!" Zhang Lin said, "I'll finish up, Director Wang will assist. Without rear ring fixation, stopping the bleeding is nonsense, the patient won't make it through the night."
Little Five didn't move.
