"Let me try again," He Yuanzheng answered with difficulty.
Then, He Yuanzheng did not care about etiquette anymore. He just lowered his head and focused on looking for the bleeding point. He was the department director of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. Before he entered Yun Hua Hospital, he was also an elite among the elites, and he was quite confident in his ability.
Huo Congjun smiled and nodded. He then looked at the inspection team and said with a smile, "Should we continue to look at other operating theaters, or should we look at it for a while?"
"There's no hurry." Chief Ma was still a little concerned about the Lu family on the operating table. After all, they were relatives of Master Lu. On the other hand, he was also a little curious about hepatectomy. After all, he had just taken over this surgery.
When he thought of this, Chief Ma could not help but touch the position of his liver.
The wound was only opened a few days ago, but today, he did not feel any discomfort at all. Even if he was not a doctor, Chief Ma knew that it was not easy, especially when he looked at the surgery in front of him and the group of doctors around the operating table who were in a terrible state. Chief Ma was even more afraid.
Fortunately, he chose Ling Ran!
When Chief Ma thought of this, his mind suddenly became clear. "Should we look for Ling Ran and ask him to help find the bleeding point?"
Huo Congjun did not expect Chief Ma to say it first, so he nodded and said, "Then I'll ask Ling Ran to come over and take a look."
He Yuanzheng, who stood at the chief surgeon's position, heard it, but he could only pretend that he did not hear it.
It was impossible for the patient to wait indefinitely if the bleeding point could not be found after such a long time. If the bleeding point reached 4,000 or 5,000 RMB, it was normal for doctors to give up on resuscitation.
However, it was impossible for doctors to give up resuscitation when the patient still had hope.
In a hospital, the judgment of whether a patient was hopeful or not was usually made by senior doctors. To be more precise, it was made by doctors who occupied the highest ecological position in the hospital.
This doctor was usually the department director of a small department, or the leader of a treatment group in a large department.
For example, the authority in hepatobiliary surgery used to be He Yuanzheng, but now …
The more suitable decision maker was already Ling Ran.
Especially when it came to bleeding control, it was no longer just the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery, but many doctors from other departments would look for Ling Ran to save the day.
He Yuanzheng was not very willing, but he could not say anything to refuse.
Moreover, unlike other industries, where he could simply lose a project for the sake of his reputation, it did not matter even if he had to waste some money. If He Yuanzheng refused now, it was very likely that he would lose the Lu family's life …
"Scalpel." He Yuanzheng stopped what he was doing and extended his hand to ask for a No. 10 scalpel. Then, he stretched the opening that was originally the length of a book to the length of a keyboard.
Small openings were for show, especially to prove one's strength.
This was a typical case of China -oriented society influencing the professionals. When everyone, especially the leaders, thought that a small incision was synonymous with good skills, doctors had no choice but to consider surgeries with small incisions as part of their skills.
Of course, in reality, from a certain point of view, a small opening could indeed prove that one's skills were good. After all, surgeries with small incisions were much more difficult. For example, when it came to the same hepatectomy, the difference between an incision that was as long as a keyboard and an incision that was as long as a book was like the difference between the Five-Year College Entrance Examination and the Huanggang Secret Scroll.
It was obviously much more difficult to get full marks for the latter, but many people liked to let doctors take the Huanggang Secret Scroll.
He Yuanzheng had originally wanted to show off his skills. She couldn't tell what was going on in her stomach, so it was very important to keep her mouth small.
He just did not expect that a small hemangioma would cause so many problems.
Huo Congjun went to call Ling Ran now, but even if Ling Ran came immediately, it would still take more than ten minutes for him to wash his hands. He Yuanzheng felt that this was the last time he could struggle.
"Go get another aspirator." He Yuanzheng immersed his hands in the blood soup again. He decided to go through the anatomical structure again.
If he searched for a normal major hemorrhage like this, he would usually not need more than ten to twenty minutes from the beginning to the end. After all, the bleeding point would not always be at the last part of the investigation.
Time passed, minute by minute.
The solemn atmosphere in the operating theater kept getting heavier.
The chief surgeon's solemn expression could easily make the operating theater feel gloomy, let alone Chief Physician He Yuanzheng of the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
Chief Ma also experienced the feeling of being completely focused, focused, united, unswerving, unswerving, and working hard.
Chief Ma and the others could not help but hold their breaths and stare at He Yuanzheng. They were guessing whether he could create a dramatic success at the last crucial moment …
He did not.
Time passed quickly. When the surgical door was stepped open again and the sound of it being activated was heard, He Yuanzheng's heart was filled with regret and relief.
He regretted that he could not create a miracle, but he was relieved that he finally did not need to continue trying.
"Department Director He." Ling Ran greeted him before he went to the operating table, in case the other party did not realize that he had bumped into something while moving.
"Doctor Ling." Department Director He's eyes were filled with bitterness, but he still gave Ling Ran a magnanimous smile.
"Try to raise the blood pressure a little," Ling Ran reminded the anesthetist.
The anesthetist today was still a dog anesthetist. The hemangioma let out a bark, and it was arranged.
Department Director He lowered his head and did not say anything, as if he had some sort of tacit understanding with Ling Ran.
He did not speak, and Ling Ran was even more lazy to chat. After the doctor next to him obediently gave up his position, he gently played with the hepatic portal.
The liver of a hemangioma still retained the softness of a young liver. He used his teeth … No, he used his fingers to gently press it. The elasticity was very good.
Ling Ran moved over slowly, and his movements were similar to Department Director He's.
For some reason, He Yuanzheng felt a little relaxed. At this time, he said, "The proximal branch of this patient's hepatic artery comes out from the abdominal cavity."
This was a point of variation in the hepatic artery, but it was useless information.
Ling Ran nodded. "I saw it from the scans."
"When?" He Yuanzheng immediately asked.
"When I scrub my hands." It took ten minutes to scrub his hands. If a few people held the scans and stood in front of him, it would be very easy for them to finish watching the scans.
He Yuanzheng's lips twitched a few times, and he looked like he was too lazy to ask in detail. As far as he knew, Ling Ran's ability to read scans had already surpassed most doctors in the Medical Imaging Department. As a standard surgeon, He Yuanzheng did not want to ask in detail to avoid giving Ling Ran a chance to show off.
"I've checked the hepatic portal vein and the inferior vena cava. But you can also check again. "He Yuanzheng reluctantly reported the situation. He did not dare to sound too certain.
Ling Ran nodded and continued to touch the liver with his hands.
He Yuanzheng, who stood beside Ling Ran, looked a little lost and calm. It was as if he was running 800 meters to catch up with a bus, but in the end, he could only stare at the bus's butt with a calm expression.
He Yuanzheng was too embarrassed to leave right away. He could not help but think about many things … He felt that he should have a lot of time to think about it in depth …
"Found it." Ling Ran's voice instantly cut off He Yuanzheng's thoughts, which had yet to develop.
He Yuanzheng looked over in surprise and saw that Ling Ran's hand was pressing on the internal inferior region of the right liver.
The situation here was complicated, but there was still a complete liver structure.
Then, before Ling Ran could explain, He Yuanzheng saw Ling Ran use both hands to gently tear the area …
He Yuanzheng suddenly came to a realization. 'Did multiple small hemangiomas explode?'
Ling Ran quickly used his hands to plug the wound, then sutured and tied the knot with one hand. He did not even need He Yuanzheng's help, who was still in a daze.
"The bleeding has stopped." The anesthetist dog was the first to shout. As an anesthetist, he was also under a lot of pressure today.
Ling Ran nodded and sutured a few more times before he reluctantly handed the patient back to He Yuanzheng.
It was not easy for Ling Ran to wash his hands, and he only played for a few minutes. For Ling Ran, it was a little wasteful.
He Yuanzheng lowered his head and was speechless. He quietly finished the last part of the suture.
Chief Ma and the others looked at Ling Ran, and they felt inexplicably at ease.
With such a doctor in Yun Hua, they would even dare to drink a few more bottles of alcohol.
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