The difficulty of the surgery was quite high. Compared to the elephant trunk surgery, it was two completely different surgical methods.
The success rate was even lower than the elephant trunk surgery, which was known as the most difficult surgery in cardiothoracic surgery. As for a heart transplant … Comparatively speaking, it was not difficult at all.
It would take at least seven to eight hours for Zhao Yunlong to complete the surgery himself.
Under the premise that he was paired with Su Yun, his speed would be faster.
When he arrived at the ward, he was greeted by the pale faces of the patient's family members.
It seemed like he was scared out of his wits by Chief Lin.
However, Chief Lin was right. If he was not there, the patient would definitely die.
Zheng Ren did not communicate with the patient's family. Instead, he took out a stethoscope from Zhao Yunlong's pocket and listened to the patient.
The System panel was red. There was nothing special about the diagnosis. Zheng Ren had already judged it.
The difficulty of treating this patient's illness lay in the surgery, not in the diagnosis. It was the complete opposite of a disease like cardiac ion channel disease, which was difficult to diagnose.
Moist sounds could be heard in both lungs, mainly in the right lung.
The patient was not in a state of toxic shock yet, but it was probably close.
After a simple checkup, Zheng Ren asked, "Is Little Feng here?"
"He's here. I was afraid that there would be an accident, so I asked him to follow me." Su Yun did things flawlessly.
"Then let's go on stage."
"Chief Zheng, how confident are you in the surgery?" Zhao Yunlong asked, a little nervous.
"Big," Zheng Ren answered honestly.
Zhao Yunlong was silent for a moment.
Those words … were way too f * cking honest. He was just asking casually. Shouldn't Boss Zheng be humble and say that the surgery was very difficult?
"When the boss speaks, just listen with your left ear and come out with your right." Su Yun patted Zhao Yunlong and said, "What surgery isn't difficult?"
Zhao Yunlong thought about it and agreed. He grinned and instructed the doctor on duty to bring the patient up.
Zheng Ren returned to the department to retrieve the microsurgery glasses and went straight to the operating theater.
"Boss, are you going?" Su Yun asked as they entered the operating theater's changing room.
Zheng Ren nodded.
He knew that Su Yun was talking about cardiothoracic surgery, not interventional surgery.
"Should I do it?" Su Yun asked.
"No, it's too difficult," Zheng Ren said.
Su Yun was slightly dissatisfied, but his expression became more serious.
His boss was still willing to let go of him.
If it was a normal surgery, including TIPS surgery, he would quickly stand in the assistant's position after the others had matured and would rather use hemostatic forceps to hit the surgeon.
Today's surgery was probably going to be very difficult.
"Are you going to perform microsurgery?" Su Yun asked as he looked at the equipment Zheng Ren was carrying.
"Probably." Zheng Ren said, "Look at the radiographic films. The adventitia of the aorta has almost been eroded. We have to be extra careful if we want to remove the abscess from a long section of the thoracic aorta. Just a moment of carelessness and the blood will be all over the room. "
"I'll remind Old Zhao to bring medical supplies for large blood vessels, such as blocking forceps and artificial blood vessels." Su Yun did as he said. Zheng Ren's description was simple, but he already had a picture of the department in his mind.
Bright red blood sprayed onto the roof and then fell down like rain.
In the operating theater, the surgeon, assistant, and nurse looked innocent as they allowed the rain of blood to splash on their faces.
Resuscitation? It was meaningless. It was more important to think about how to explain it to the family.
Zheng Ren did not stop him.
In the System's operating theater, he had failed nearly thirty times before he gradually became proficient.
The surgery was very difficult. Even in the later stages, Zheng Ren was not 100% successful.
Once there was a problem, blocking the aorta with blood vessel blocking forceps and replacing the artificial blood vessel as soon as possible was also a plan that could be tried.
Although there was a high probability of postoperative sepsis, it was still better than being helpless.
Entering the operating theater, Little Yiren was busy.
First, she prepared the medical supplies for the interventional surgery. Then, she had to follow up with the cardiothoracic surgery.
This kind of surgery was not common. Just the equipment bags alone had been used.
Zhao Yunlong was moving the patient. Old He, who was on duty, asked happily, "Chief Zhao, will Chief Zheng follow the surgery?"
"Yes." Zhao Yunlong first let the patient lie flat. After comforting him, he smoothed out the closed drainage tube and did not discount it.
The patient's right lung airway was eroded and he was already in a state of pneumothorax.
Zhao Yunlong had put the chest bottle in as soon as it arrived. Otherwise, the patient would not have survived until now.
Smoothing out the chest tube was also a small detail that was easy to overlook.
He thought that he would be fine with the closed drainage of the chest cavity. However, if the chest tube was discounted, the effect of the chest bottle would be completely lost.
At that time, the ventilator would blow air into it, and soon, the patient would have tension pneumothorax.
Zhao Yunlong looked big and burly, but when he was on the operating table, he was as meticulous as a hair.
"Little Zhao, who's on the second-line shift today?" Lao He said as he inserted the patient's radiographic films into the radiographic film viewer.
"Professor Zhang," Zhao Yunlong said in a low voice.
"Huh? He's on duty? He actually agreed to the surgery? "Lao He asked in surprise.
"No. Isn't Chief Lin here? It's decided directly, "Zhao Yunlong said.
"Old Zhang is good at publishing papers and lecturing, but the surgery is more fashionable." Lao He chuckled. Chief Lin represented the Medical Affairs Division and supported Boss Zheng. The meaning behind this was huge.
Lao He asked, "How is Boss Zheng's cardiothoracic surgery level?"
"I don't know. I've never seen him do anything too difficult," Zhao Yunlong said. "When we were in Nanchuan Town, after the ventilator was brought up, he took a generator and drilled into the ruins to perform interventional surgery."
"I don't think it's bad." Lao He was full of anticipation.
"Who knows?" Zhao Yunlong was a little uneasy.
Lao He began to anesthetize and intubate.
After the tracheal intubation was inserted, the phlegm sucked out was all black and yellow phlegm.
Looking at the color of the phlegm, Lao He frowned.
"Chief Zhao, why is the patient so heavy!" Lao He asked.
"Yes, this is especially heavy. The key is that the delay is too long. If it was discovered earlier, we could have performed the surgery with a mediastinoscope and esophagoscope. "Zhao Yunlong sighed.
"The doctors in the town hospital are quite unreliable, but we can't blame them," Lao He said. "Medical treatment has always been an elite job. How is it possible for local hospitals to be at the same level as you?"
"That's still considered good." The nurse who was preparing the surgical instruments with Xie Yiren interrupted and said, "When I was in school, the school doctor was really unreliable. No matter what disease it was, he would prescribe penicillin. Later, the control of antibiotics was tightened, and he started to prescribe isatis root. "
"What serious illness can a student have?"
"There are indeed not many who are sick," the nurse said. "At first, we didn't know that the school doctor was unreliable. There was a student who lost weight. He ate two apples a day. After eating for a week, he successfully lost 10 pounds. We went out to celebrate."
"…" Lao He looked at the nurse. His eyes were filled with the light of 'Are you stupid?'
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