"…" Professor Zhang was stunned. He looked at the operating area. The heart had not been opened and the cardiopulmonary bypass had just been completed. Was this the end of the surgery?
Who did the chief find? Did he know how to perform heart surgery?
Professor Zhang screamed in his heart and looked at Chief Mao pitifully.
"Watch the surgery carefully," Chief Mao said faintly without expressing his opinion.
Professor Zhang had no choice but to watch the surgery.
A shiny lancet was placed in the surgeon's hand. Professor Zhang was puzzled. Looking at the blade, it didn't look like the disposable blades he was familiar with.
What was this?
He turned to look at the instrument table. The nurse did not know what it was either. There was a box on the instrument table. It was opened in all directions and took up almost half of the table.
This was …
He knew his stuff. The larger the open area of the box, the more high-end, sophisticated, expensive, and useful it was.
As for the box in front of him, it was like a Gundam that could transform. It could expand to a horrifying degree.
Not only that, but there were different types of surgical instruments on each surface. Even common items like knife handles and hemostatic forceps had different types. Professor Zhang was puzzled. What was this?
"Chief Mao, who's writing the surgery record?" Zheng Ren suddenly raised his head and asked.
Mao Chi glanced at Professor Zhang and saw him staring blankly at the instrument box. He was immediately unhappy.
'Look at your ignorant face!' Mao Chi thought to himself. He had completely forgotten the first time he saw this set of surgical instruments.
"Little Zhang!" Mao Chi said in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Professor Zhang replied in a daze.
"Boss Zheng, Little Zhang is writing the surgery record," Mao Chi said.
"Oh. Teacher Zhang, it's like this, "Zheng Ren said politely," During the surgery, the displaced stent was located in the right atrium and was about 10 cm long.
One end went down the inferior vena cava and the other was embedded above the oval fossa of the atrial septum. The atrial septum was worn and the insertion was almost perforated. There was no obvious thrombosis. "
Zheng Ren spoke verbally, but his hands were not slow at all. He began to separate the large shelf in the right atrium that was embedded in the upper chamber of the oval fossa.
Mao Chi could see the operating area and sighed. No wonder he could not remove it using interventional surgery. The large shelf was already embedded inside. If he pulled it violently, the heart would definitely be broken.
He knew that it was very easy to watch the surgery now. However, when there was still a chance of interventional radiology to remove the large shelf, any doctor would try a few more times.
The partitions were worn and the insertion was almost perforated.
Looking at the changes in the right room, Mao Chi felt a chill in his heart.
Fortunately, he made a quick decision. He called Boss Zheng directly and asked him to save the situation. Fortunately, Boss Zheng came early and stopped his risky attempt.
The walls of the right atrium were so worn out. If he tried again, even if he only tried once, there was a possibility that the heart would rupture and the patient would die on the operating table.
That was close!
Mao Chi was startled and secretly rejoiced.
Boss Zheng was still reliable. This thought kept echoing in his heart.
Soon, Zheng Ren carefully removed the stent and carefully wrapped it to repair the heart. Mending and suturing were a little awkward because they had to avoid the heart's bioelectric conductors.
It didn't matter if he didn't avoid it, but there would always be small troubles after the surgery. The patient's postoperative quality of life would decrease by about 3%.
Professor Zhang looked at the big shelf and almost cried.
For this thing, he had almost fallen into a bottomless abyss.
Fortunately, he had taken it out. Now that the patient's condition was stable, and the ventricular velocity was gradually slowing down, he should be fine.
Professor Zhang prayed in his heart that everything would be fine.
The inferior vena cava was intubated to restore the blood flow of the inferior vena cava and establish extracorporeal circulation. The 2-0 sliding suture was inserted into the atrial septum to strengthen it. The tricuspid valve was closed and the 4-0 sliding suture was used to suture the right atrium incision.
The surgery was done very quickly. In less than 10 minutes, the incision in the right atrium had been sutured. Zheng Ren began to withdraw the extracorporeal circulation while Lao He reduced the dosage of medicine.
"Boss, I suggest that we don't let the patient wake up. We should send him to the ICU for observation overnight," Su Yun said.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment before he reacted. This was the International Hospital, not the 912.
He did not even have a heart. The patient would be removed immediately after he came down. If anything happened, he would not be able to deal with it.
"Lao He, do as Su Yun says," Zheng Ren said.
"Oh, okay!" Lao He immediately restored the dosage of the medicine without hesitation.
"Boss Zheng, the surgery should be fine, right?" Mao Chi was a little worried.
"There's definitely no problem with the surgery. I'm worried that there's a problem with the nursing," Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, I'm the one who's worried, okay? You didn't think of it at all just now." Su Yun corrected Zheng Ren's mistake.
"Yes, Su Yun is worried that the technical level of this side is not enough." Zheng Ren changed his words.
But … it seemed too awkward to speak like that.
Professor Zhang felt that these two young doctors were biased against the International Hospital and thought that the technical strength here was not enough.
However … they were here to save the stage. What could he say?
He did not even dare to let out a fart.
He could say whatever he wanted. The heart surgery was over in less than an hour. They had the right to look down on him.
Not to mention a private hospital like the International Hospital, just the 912 alone would be able to complete the heart surgery within an hour without stopping the cardiopulmonary bypass.
Thinking of this, Professor Zhang suddenly remembered that when he was suturing the heart and repairing the right atrium, he did not seem to have used a heart stabilizer …
Without a heart stabilizer, how could the heart be sutured perfectly under the strong beating of the heart?
He looked at the surgeon in a daze and asked subconsciously, "Boss Zheng, why didn't you use a heart stabilizer?"
"You don't have one here," Zheng Ren said.
"Why don't you not come out to save the stage in the future? If your skill is slightly lacking, you'll be thrown on the stage today. You don't even have a heart stabilizer. Private hospitals … It seems that foreign private hospitals have everything they want, "Su Yun said casually as he and Zheng Ren rinsed the mediastinum. He glanced at the ECG monitor.
Professor Zhang was speechless.
Without a heart stabilizer, he actually dared to perform a heart surgery that kept beating!
Was there any f * cking justice in this world?
No wonder Chief Mao said that he wanted to find Boss Zheng to save the stage from the beginning. It turned out that he was capable.
"The boss' heart rate has gone down. The ventricular velocity has disappeared," Su Yun said.
"Yes." Zheng Ren had already sensed this from the pulse of the heart.
Without the stimulation of a foreign body, it was only natural that the ventricular velocity would disappear. If it did not disappear, then he should take a closer look at what was going on.
"It's still more refreshing to perform a cardiothoracic surgery." Su Yun began to close the sternum, thread the steel wire, and fix it. The surgery in this area was similar to an orthopedic surgery. It was rough and bold.
"By the way, did you tell the Massachusetts Department of Surgery that you want them to do a thyroid ultrasound for the patient?"
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