In the operating theater, the resuscitation was carried out in an orderly manner.
Both the thoracic and general surgeries were busy at the same time.
Under normal circumstances, no doctor would be willing to do such a thing.
The surgery was a huge blow to Fang Lin, which might even exceed the endurance of his young body.
However …
There was no other way.
Zheng Ren's reminder was only one of the factors that decided to perform a thoracoabdominal incision. More importantly, 500 ml of dark red blood was drained from the chest flask in an instant.
A few minutes later, the chest flask was full and replaced with a clean chest flask.
Watching the dark red blood being drained reminded all the doctors present of a fact — a relatively large artery in the thoracic cavity was also damaged. Otherwise, there would not be so much blood left.
Fang Lin had to endure a thoracoabdominal incision and stop the bleeding at the same time.
If they were performed one by one, there would be many bleeding points and Fang Lin would definitely not be able to survive.
Even adults had to make a choice when they had no other choice.
When Zheng Ren asked the young nurse to pass the message, the thoracic surgery department was ready to start but the doctors were still hesitant and moved slightly slowly.
Everyone hoped that the drainage would decrease in the next second.
Everyone hoped that the blood pressure would rise in the next second.
However, it was an extravagant hope.
Zheng Ren was the first witness and a professional doctor. His opinion was the most worthy of consideration.
Therefore, after the young nurse gave Zheng Ren's diagnosis, no one hesitated anymore and the preoperative preparation speed soared.
3 minutes and 33 seconds later, the deputy chief of the thoracic surgery department was the chief surgeon. The anesthesiologist switched to single-lung mode and blocked the right lung's respiratory tract.
Everyone was trying their best. Whether or not they could survive sometimes depended on their fate.
13 minutes and 54 seconds later, a few medical staff ran back with fresh frozen plasma and red blood cells. They took out the frozen red blood cells that had been warmed with body temperature and hung them on the infusion rack.
The blood bags in the pressurized blood transfusion device deflated one by one. After they were replaced, they were neatly placed to the side.
After the surgery, the blood bags had to be checked and verified again.
The atmosphere in the operating theater was almost frozen. It was not as relaxed and carefree as usual.
No one was cracking jokes, and no one was driving for no reason.
15 minutes and 15 seconds later, the chief of the relevant departments quickly rushed over for a consultation.
18 minutes and 23 seconds later, the chief of the medical affairs department rushed over from home with a gloomy expression. It was as if a volcano was suppressed in his heart.
However, he did not lose his cool and commanded the resuscitation and coordinated all the departments in the hospital.
Although it was the weekend, the news spread throughout the hospital in a very short time. All the departments and departments fully cooperated with each other. Everyone contributed their own, perhaps insignificant strength to save this young doctor who had a bright future.
Ten thousand streams converged into a river.
It was like a surging song.
At 43 minutes and 05 seconds, the ruptured bronchial artery in the thoracic cavity was sutured. The penetrated right lower lung was sutured, and the ruptured diaphragm was sutured. After checking that there was no active bleeding, the thoracic cavity was ready to be closed.
At 57 minutes and 27 seconds, the suturing of the liver was completed. The abdominal cavity was irrigated and the drainage tube was placed.
The tense and oppressive atmosphere finally eased up a little.
The high pressure had been restored to 70 mmHg, and the blood oxygen saturation was maintained at 97% under the state of pure oxygen inhalation. Several episodes of atrial fibrillation were corrected by the anesthesiologist with medication. Now, it was sinus tachycardia with a heart rate of 147 beats per minute.
Fang Lin's condition was not satisfactory, but facing such a serious injury, it was already a good result that he was barely hanging on to his last breath.
More than a dozen medical staff escorted Fang Lin out of the operating room in an orderly manner. The deputy chief surgeon of the thoracic surgery department and the chief of the general surgery department came to the changing room and took off their sweat-soaked caps and masks.
Only now did they have the chance to breathe a sigh of relief and ease their tense nerves.
"His life was saved." The deputy chief surgeon of the thoracic surgery department recalled with lingering fear.
When he rushed over, he saw a man in plain clothes kneeling on the operating table with Fang Lin. The shock in his heart was still unforgettable.
"Yes, there was no delay in resuscitation. Fang Lin's life was saved." The chief of the general surgery department lit a cigarette and tossed it over.
They were both heavy smokers, and neither of them despised the other.
The spiciness of the tobacco quickly neutralised the tension and fatigue brought about by resuscitation. The two sighed and fell into silence.
After smoking a cigarette, the deputy chief surgeon of the thoracic surgery department felt much better. He asked, "The young man who performed barehanded bleeding control is in the same field, right? He acted immediately without hesitation. That's good."
"I heard that he's a young doctor from Sea City in the northeast." The chief of the general surgery department smiled. "His diagnosis was accurate, and he handled it appropriately. He's a pretty good young man."
"He was holding the hepatic portal all the way?"
"Yes."
"Was there any necrosis or avulsion?"
The hepatic portal was very fragile and important. It was different from using hemostatic forceps to block blood supply in surgery. Blocking it with bare hands was at least ten times more difficult.
One had to be careful not to block blood supply for too long to avoid liver necrosis when they were nervous and panicked.
Moreover, it was difficult to maintain a posture while running. Once the hepatic portal was torn, the patient would be done for.
Although the surgery was over and the results were known, the deputy chief surgeon of the thoracic surgery department still asked a question that he already knew the answer to.
"Very well protected." The chief surgeon of the general surgery department sighed. "I think the young man interrupted the blood supply to the liver. The degree of control was very precise. If he gave too much, the blood would flow out along the ruptured area. If he gave too little, it would be useless. By the way, I saw a syringe needle in the chest wall when I came. Was it a tension pneumothorax? "
"Yes." The deputy chief surgeon of the thoracic surgery department still had lingering fears. "Bleeding is a small matter, but tension pneumothorax kills within ten minutes. Fang Lin was really lucky to be able to enter the ICU alive. "
"If that's the case, I think I'm a little interested in that young man." The chief surgeon of the general surgery department took out his phone and made a call.
"It's me. Find out where the foreign doctor who performed barehanded bleeding control is. Try to understand his situation."
"Yes, if the injury is not serious, give him a higher ward."
"Tell the matron that it was my idea."
After hanging up, the deputy chief surgeon of the thoracic surgery department looked at him gloomily and grumbled, "It's just a resuscitation. Is it worth it? Your doctoral students won't be able to stay in the hospital this year. Besides, Fang Lin is a member of the thoracic surgery department. "
"You make it sound like you can change rooms at will." The chief surgeon of the general surgery department smiled. "I didn't intend to keep him. Providing a better environment for him to recuperate is also my contribution."
The two chatted for a while longer before they changed their clothes and prepared to return to the outpatient clinic.
Although such a malicious incident had occurred, the outpatient clinic still had to pay.
The chief surgeon's phone rang. He answered the call.
"Yes, what's up?"
"…"
"Okay, I got it."
He hung up the phone with a strange expression on his face.
The deputy chief surgeon of the thoracic surgery department did not understand him and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Do you know that the research institute has been conducting scientific research recently?"
"There are scientific research every year, but it has nothing to do with the thoracic surgery department. We don't pay attention to it."
"That young man is from Sea City. He was invited to participate in the research …"
"Hiss …"
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