Department Director Kang was sweating profusely at this moment.
"Cold precipitation, hurry up."
"Platelets."
"Get more if it's not enough. Have you brought the felt gasket? "
Department Director Kang shouted energetically. He was not too anxious, but his orders were very tight.
The two assistants worked quietly and did not dare to make a sound.
Currently, they were still in the normal state of cardiovascular surgery, but they were almost there. If the following surgeries were still so bumpy, the department director would fly into a rage.
Although it was the assistant's job to take on the department director's tasks, it was obviously better to do this kind of work as little as possible.
The few people in the operating theater were silently praying for the surgery to go smoothly. Department Director Kang himself was actually praying silently in his heart.
While he prayed silently in his heart, he did not forget to scold someone. "You pulled the thread and ruptured the aorta. You're really something, kid. Why didn't you pull out the blood vessel? You can just tear a hole in the heart. I don't need to repair it anyway. Just push it to the morgue … "
The first assistant lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
He was already in his thirties and had been scolded for almost ten years. There was no need for him to even blush at this level of scolding.
Moreover, he was the one who made the mistake. Compared to mistakes such as breaking the thread and puncturing the blood vessel, pulling the aorta was still a little too much.
Fortunately, it was a cardiac surgery, and there was enough blood, so the patient did not die on the spot. But the resuscitation was not over yet.
Blood kept flowing out …
Department Director Kang scolded loudly, but his movements were not slow at all. He got the gasket used to repair the heart and seized the time to suture it, but the blood continued to seep out.
"Wipe my sweat." There was not much frustration in Department Director Kang's voice. He continued to lower his head and busy himself in the black hole of the chest.
The Department of Cardiovascular Surgery was such a high-risk job. The high risk did not only come from the patient's condition, but also from the doctors and nurses performing the surgery.
Two hundred milliliters of blood per hour was considered a lot in other surgeries, but in cardiovascular surgery … of course, it was not a small amount. But as long as it was not on the verge of death, the cardiologists could still accept it.
It was not like the General Surgery Department or the Orthopedics Department. When the cardiologists opened the pericardium, there were only two choices: complete the surgery, or fail the surgery, and the patient would die.
As the saying went, once the arrow was fired, there was no turning back. There was no turning back for those who were happy. They could only finish the surgery with a smile and push the patient back to the ward or the morgue. These were all things that cardiologists would only be willing to do after they were exhausted.
"Looks like I can't go home to pick up the baby today?" A nurse craned her neck to take a look and calmly complained.
Department Director Kang's attitude toward the nurses was quite good. He chuckled and said, "I can't help it. You beautiful young ladies will have to accompany me until midnight."
"Ah, you should have told me earlier that we are beautiful girls. I don't even want to give birth to a baby. I just want to accompany you in the operating theater every day." The circulating nurse shook her waist and took out her phone as she spoke. She said, "Let me send a message to my husband first."
"Send one to my husband too."
"I have to tell Granny that I'm unlucky."
"Then … I'll also inform my wife."
In the operating theater, a group of medical staff spoke one after another. Their tones were filled with complaints, dissatisfaction, resentment, and displeasure, but they were used to it.
If today's valve replacement surgery was performed normally, it would be completed before they got off work. However, once they encountered such a difficult surgery, forget about getting off work normally, it would be considered good if they could even get off work.
Naturally, all the follow-up arrangements for that day had to be rearranged.
For medical staff who had to perform surgeries every week and had things to do every day, they were helpless when they encountered this kind of temporary overtime. Their daily work was to perform surgeries, and when they performed surgeries, they would always encounter similar situations. Other than complaining, there was nothing else they could do. They could not just leave after work. If they left the patient in the operating theater, they could only sacrifice their own rest time and their relationship with their family members.
"The Medical Imaging Department is still better. They leave when it's time. I'm so envious that I'm drooling." The circulating nurse sent messages for everyone and made a call for the department director. She said casually, "Back then, I was afraid of radiation. What's there to be afraid of about radiation? I was so stupid."
"Now that you've given birth to a child, you're not afraid. How could you not be afraid when you were a girl? Back then, I didn't even choose the Orthopedics Department." The nurse on the operating table also sighed and drooled. Compared to the Cardiovascular Surgery Department, the income of the Orthopedics Department was obviously more enjoyable to work overtime.
The small chat between the assistant and the nurses also diluted the somber atmosphere in the operating theater. Department Director Kang's expression also became a little better, but he still felt very bitter in his heart.
The suture was not tight enough. Bastard!
Blood kept seeping out. Bastard!
When the blood pressure rose, the drainage increased. Bastard!
Department Director Kang did not have any doubts about the situation in front of him. It was just that the assistant did not suture the torn part just now, but it was also very difficult for him to repair it.
Should he expand the incision? Should he resuture it? The blood vessels that had been sutured once were very fragile. Should he reconnect the blood vessels and suture them?
This kind of situation was like repairing the water pipes at home. Now that they had a very certain judgment about the situation of the water seepage under the pipe, their current concerns were whether to smash the ground, how much area to smash, and whether to repair the cracked pipe or to replace it. How should they repair it? How much should they replace it? Would it cause other problems?
Cardiovascular surgeries were actually the work of repairing water pipes and water pumps. It was just that it was more dangerous and complicated.
Just as Department Director Kang tossed and turned and thought about it, the airtight access door beside him was stepped open with a thud.
"Department Director Kang, I'm here to visit you. Hahahaha …" Zuo Cidian laughed the moment he entered the door. As the saying went, one should not slap a smiling person.
Department Director Kang was stunned for a moment. He stopped performing the surgery and straightened his back. He glanced at Zuo Cidian in a daze before he glanced at Ling Ran, who was walking behind him. He said in surprise, "Did you receive the news?"
"What news?" Zuo Cidian asked.
Department Director Kang looked around suspiciously. In the end, he cast a suspicious gaze on the circulating nurse. She was the one who was in charge of sending messages and making phone calls just now, so she was the most likely one to leak the news!
'Traitor!
'My family is so unfortunate!
'I'm a department director, so how can I be robbed of my surgery?'
When Department Director Kang thought about this, he inexplicably felt a little happy. He was like a plumber who could not fix the pipe after ten hours, and the company sent someone to take over.
He was very reluctant, but he was also a little happy.
However, he could not lose his dignity.
Department Director Kang held his head high and looked at Ling Ran and the others coldly. He said, "This is the operating theater of the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery."
"How much is the patient bleeding?" Ling Ran asked curiously.
He was really curious.
Department Director Kang hesitated for a few seconds and decided to maintain a cold expression.
The anesthetist beside him only wanted to go home, so he was not afraid of him. He said calmly, "It's 1,400."
"Has it been bleeding?"
"Yes. It was under control for a while, but after increasing the pressure, the drainage increased again. "
"Hmm, get some gelatin sponge and artificial blood vessels." Ling Ran nodded and ordered.
The circulating nurse thought for a moment. Since she was suspected, she turned around and went to look for things.
Department Director Kang snorted and said in a low voice, "This is our …"
"I'm going to wash my hands." Ling Ran turned around and left. He felt that this case was quite challenging, and he was very interested in it.
Department Director Kang watched Ling Ran step on the door and leave, but his heart was calm. He had seen similar things many times, and it was no longer strange.
"Department Director Kang." Wei Jiayou walked in.
"Oh, Doctor Wei, you're here." Department Director Kang suddenly calmed down. He was as calm as a prostitute who had been receiving customers for eight years and met an acquaintance.
"How was the surgery? Did it go well? "Wei Jiayou said and went forward to take a look. He wanted to help Department Director Kang settle the matter before Ling Ran came back to dampen Ling Ran's spirit.
Department Director Kang became calmer. "It didn't go well. Take a look."
At this moment, Department Director Kang suddenly wanted to take off his shirt and lie on the ground.
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