"The doctor is coming out." With a reminder, the patient's family members moved immediately.
As usual, Zuo Cidian took a step in front of them to prevent anyone from accidentally or intentionally bumping into Ling Ran.
"Everyone, please be quiet. Let Doctor Ling explain." Zuo Cidian knew what everyone was looking forward to, so he waited for them to gather before he shouted.
As expected, everyone stood still and quietened down.
At this time, no one wanted to miss the first notification.
The patient's parents were pushed to the front. The others gathered in a small circle, and most of them looked nervous.
"The surgery was successful. Don't worry." Ling Ran stood up from the back. He was still rubbing alcohol-based hand sanitizer, and he immediately said the information that the patient was looking forward to.
It could be seen that when Ling Ran said this, everyone's mentality was a lot more relaxed.
For example, a few girls who were about the same age as the patient also focused their attention on Ling Ran's face.
Ling Ran looked straight ahead and continued, "This time, we performed atrial septal defect repair using a thoracoscope. The extracorporeal circulation took a total of forty-five minutes, and it went very smoothly …"
"Forty-five minutes of extracorporeal circulation. It's a world-class skill." Zuo Cidian stood up to support Ling Ran. The operating theater was a black box. It allowed doctors to be more protected, and they did not need to explain everything to the patients and their families. But sometimes, it was difficult for the patients and their families to know that a doctor performed an amazing operation.
Zuo Cidian did not care about this kind of systematic thing. He only needed to ensure that Ling Ran could look handsome.
The patient's family was indeed a little happy when they heard the words' world-class'. The grandfather, who was the oldest among them, was the first to thank him.
The patient's mother also wiped away her tears, showed a smile, and asked, "Then, will he be like a normal person in the future? Will he be the same? "
"I can't be sure about the specific recovery. After a period of rest, he will definitely be better than before the surgery." Ling Ran's answer was still more certain.
Zuo Cidian coughed a few times and tried to salvage the situation. "It's not easy to quantify his better than before the surgery. In general, the surgery was very smooth, and the next step is to recover after the surgery. The patient's family also needs to worry a little more. We should work together and strive to make the patient's heart recover as much as possible. "
The patient's mother understood and could not help but feel a little confused. "He still can't be like a normal person? I thought … I heard that a lot of people can be like other children after surgery. "
Zuo Cidian could not help but feel a little awkward. He said, "There are many factors involved in whether I can recover and become like a normal person. There's no guarantee in this aspect."
"I see." The patient's mother lowered her head helplessly.
Her husband put his arm around her shoulders and said with a smile, "Don't be like that. The surgery was successful, and that's the best thing, right?"
The patient's mother wanted to cry but had no tears. "I know, I just … I just feel that if I had been more careful at that time, maybe it wouldn't have happened … Maybe, Jiaojiao could have been like a normal child …"
The husband felt helpless and distressed. "Didn't the doctor say that there are many possibilities for a lack of room? Don't blame yourself anymore …"
"I know, I'm just …" At this moment, the patient's mother raised her head and flashed an apologetic smile at Ling Ran. "Doctor, I'm sorry. You said that the surgery was successfully completed, and I'm very happy. It's just that when I think about the suffering our Jiaojiao had to go through, I can't help but feel sorry for her. I always thought that if Jiaojiao could be like a normal person, that would be great … "
"What's the standard of a normal person that you mentioned?" Ling Ran asked in return.
Zuo Cidian immediately became nervous by the side. It was not easy to "stop" this conversation once it started.
The patient's mother was also stunned. She whispered, "If she's a normal person, she'll be like a normal child. She can run and dance … Then, she can go to summer camp without worrying about not having enough medicine …"
Ling Ran nodded. "If that's the case, there's still a high probability that you'll get what you want."
This time, not only the patient's mother, but the patient's father was also stunned.
His eyes seemed to be shining as he stared at Ling Ran, as if he wanted to see a guarantee.
Ling Ran felt that he had said everything he could, so he nodded and turned back to the Operating Area.
Zuo Cidian quickly followed him. He was proud and worried at the same time. After walking for a while, he said, "Doctor Ling, we have to be objective. Next time, don't make such a promise to the patient."
"I said that there's a high probability," Ling Ran said.
"Don't you know how the patient's family thinks?" Zuo Cidian said helplessly, "Even if you say that there's a low probability, they'll think that they're the lucky ones. Besides, you said that there's a high probability. In the future, there will always be patients who have a low probability. By then, what should we do? "
"We'll do what we have to do." Ling Ran did not care.
"What if we get sued?"
"Then, we'll respond to the lawsuit."
Zuo Cidian was affected by Ling Ran's answer. He opened his mouth and said, "What if there's a medical dispute?"
"Look for Department Director Huo," Ling Ran said calmly, "Isn't this the standard procedure in Yun Hua Hospital?"
"Is it?" Zuo Cidian hesitated.
Ling Ran nodded. "It's in the employee handbook."
"Who would read that kind of thing …" Zuo Cidian could not finish his sentence when he faced Ling Ran.
…..
In the recovery room.
Department Director Kang put his hands behind his back and stood by the patient's bed. He was deep in thought.
Most of the time, his gaze fell on the transparent plastic bag on the floor.
One end of the transparent plastic bag was connected to a drainage tube. The patient's postoperative bleeding and fluid accumulation would be led into the transparent drainage bag through the drainage tube.
The drainage bag must be transparent because many doctors were used to judging the patient's postoperative condition by the appearance of the fluid in the drainage bag.
This was especially true for cardiac surgeons. They were definitely more serious when they looked at the chest fluid than when they looked at the chest.
Cardiac surgeons were most afraid of bright red chest fluid. It meant that the patient was bleeding internally, and it was very likely that the sutures were torn open or that there was a missed needle.
In this case, the patient's chest cavity had to be opened again, sutured again, and then closed again. It was equivalent to performing the surgery again.
For the patient and his family, the decision to open the chest again was a desperate one. For doctors, it was also a difficult decision and operation.
Chest fluid that was as dark as wine was not much better. If there were no black blood clots in the dark red chest fluid, it also meant that the patient was bleeding and that the function of blood coagulation had decreased. At this time, doctors usually tended to continuously use medicine and replenish the blood. However, they also had to be mentally prepared that they might have to stay up all night.
Only clear chest fluid was what cardiac surgeons liked. It was fine even if it had a little blood color. The key was that it was clear.
Just like the drainage bag in front of Department Director Kang.
The chest fluid inside was as clear as a cup of good tea.
Department Director Kang even thought that if he kicked it, this cup of chest fluid would hang on the wall.
"How is it?" Ling Ran pushed the door open and walked in like a boss who came to inspect the room.
Department Director Kang subconsciously clamped his gluteus and quickly said, "There is some tissue exudation, but it should be fine."
"How much is the drainage volume?"
"So far, about 70 milliliters." When Department Director Kang said this, he was shocked again. He often performed thoracotomy, and even if it was a small repair of an atrial defect, the drainage volume was about 500 milliliters.
When he thought about the various benefits of a thoracoscope, Department Director Kang thought of buying one again.
Ling Ran took the blood gas analysis report and looked through the medical records. He was ready to leave and said, "If there are any problems, call me immediately."
"Okay," Department Director Kang answered lazily.
Ling Ran brought Zuo Cidian out. When he reached the door, he seemed to have remembered something, so he turned around and said, "Leave the thoracoscope in the operating theater of the Department of Cardiac Surgery for now. If you want to use it, you can use it."
"Leave … leave it in our operating theater?" Department Director Kang's head was filled with a sudden sense of happiness. He felt like he had been chased by someone, but he had extorted an extra 1,000 RMB from the other party.
Ling Ran asked, "Will it be inconvenient? If it's not convenient … "
"No!" Department Director Kang quickly said, "I'll treat it well. When you want to use it, just let me know, and I'll bring it over. "
"There's no need for that. I also use a thoracoscope for cardiac surgery," Ling Ran said and left.
Department Director Kang laughed so hard that his tongue stuck out. After a while, he thought about what Ling Ran said and felt that something was wrong.
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