During the surgery, it was found that there was already a thrombosis beside the PICC pipeline, and it was organized and adhered to the pulmonary artery intima.
The difficulty of the surgery was very high. It was very difficult to grab the fallen PICC pipeline through the interventional surgical instruments. However, after all, it could be operated outside the heart, and there were almost no side effects.
If one could not do it once, they would grab it a few more times.
However, the PICC pipeline was already stuck to the pulmonary artery, and there was a thrombosis, so the surgical method had to be changed.
If they grabbed the tail of the PICC pipeline from the outside like before and pulled hard, it would lead to complications such as blood vessels tearing.
There were no complications. Once the pulmonary artery was torn, the result was self-evident.
After discovering this situation, Director Lin rushed to the operating theater.
After all, he was the deputy director in charge of clinical work. He had to be there personally for such a big matter.
The small office in the interventional operating theater was packed with people.
Doctors at all levels in the Second Oncology Department, outside experts, hospital leaders, and medical administration staff.
The air was a little stuffy, quite stuffy.
"Professor Zhong, are you not confident in the surgery?" Director Lin asked bluntly after listening to the patient report.
There was nothing to hide at this time. He said whatever he had to say. The patient was still lying on the operating table under general anesthesia. His life was in danger at any time.
Professor Zhong from the famous circulation specialist hospital shook his head. "I don't dare to move. The PICC pipeline might have already reached the muscle layer. I can use the basket catheter to capture it, but … "
As he spoke, he sighed.
The patient's PICC pipeline had been out for too long. In Professor Zhong's opinion, the patient should not be able to be saved.
"Is there any other way?" Director Lin asked.
Professor Zhong hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he shook his head. "Find someone with a big heart to operate on."
Heart surgery …
Just these two words were enough to give Director Lin a headache.
If the cardiothoracic surgery was performed, it meant a huge risk. The patient's life and death were unknown. Moreover, he had to move from the interventional operating theater to the surgical operating theater, and there was no extracorporeal circulation machine …
At the thought of this, Director Lin's head swelled.
It seemed that he could only contact a brother hospital. The patient woke up from general anesthesia and transferred him to that side.
Director Lin looked around and saw that everyone's expressions were very solemn. He knew that there was no other way.
He sighed deeply. Just as he was about to announce the final result, Professor Zhong suddenly said, "Director Lin, are you familiar with Boss Zheng from the 912?"
At the mention of Boss Zheng, Director Lin's heart trembled.
"Some time ago, Boss Zheng took out a heart bullet for embolization at the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University. I heard from the people there that his standard is quite high."
"..." Principal Lin was speechless.
"Why don't we get Boss Zheng to take a look?" Professor Zhong asked. However, he seemed to have thought of something and immediately said, "Even if Boss Zheng feels that interventional surgery can't be treated, his level of cardiac surgery is still top-notch."
Dean Lin felt agitated.
"The surgery was broadcasted live. The operation to remove a 12-centimeter long pulmonary thrombus really shocked me." The more Professor Zhong spoke, the more excited he became. In his opinion, Boss Zheng was indeed the best candidate to save him since he could perform both interventional surgery and surgery.
"Although I don't specialize in cardiovascular surgery, I've watched the recording of that surgery at least 20 times. It's really exciting!"
He said excitedly, but then he felt that the atmosphere in the small office of the interventional surgery room was a little off.
This is …
Professor Zhong looked around and saw that the people around him were silent. Director Lin's expression was as cold and hard as a rock.
Didn't they say that Boss Zheng went to the First Affiliated Hospital of the Imperial Capital Medical University to take out the bullet a few days ago? He didn't sweep through the cancer hospital, right?
He tried to recall again, but his mind was still blank.
"Director Lin …"
"I …" Director Lin subconsciously wanted to refuse, but this was a hospital. This was work. This was treating patients and saving lives!
Director Lin's rationality instantly won over his emotions. He sighed and said, "I'll contact Director Yuan and ask Boss Zheng to take a look. If he can perform interventional surgery, then do it. If he can't, explain the patient's condition to the patient's family. After he wakes up from general anesthesia, he will be transferred to the 912 for thoracotomy. "
After the conclusion was made, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
This was an unexpected disaster. The PICC pipe had fallen off for so long without anyone knowing. The patient and the patient's family were really careless.
Generally speaking, it was very difficult for the PICC pipe to fall off. In theory, the probability was less than one in ten thousand. Based on the number of patients diagnosed and treated by the Imperial Capital Cancer Hospital, they would encounter it a few times a year, but it would always be "fresh".
However, this time, he had hit a huge rock. The patient's PICC pipe had fallen off for god knows how long.
The patient was transferred to the 912 … Forget it, it was not a general hospital. There was nothing to be ashamed of, the people from the cancer hospital thought.
Seeing that there were too many people in the room, Director Lin stood up and walked to the locker room.
Everyone was tactful. They knew that Director Lin was going to call the 912 to contact Boss Zheng to save the stage. No one was blind enough to follow behind Director Lin to listen to how he begged for help.
When he arrived at the locker room, Director Lin took out his phone, found Deputy Director Yuan's number, and dialed it.
"Old Yuan, we've encountered a problem here. The PICC pipe has fallen off and it has fallen into the heart."
"Yes, Professor Zhong is here, but it has been a long time, so he can't take it out."
"Okay, let's do it as soon as possible. The patient is under general anesthesia. If we can't remove it with interventional radiology, we'll probably have to use extracorporeal circulation … "
"Alright, once the patient is discharged, I'll treat you to a meal."
After that, Director Lin hung up the phone gloomily.
On the other side, Deputy Principal Yuan's tone was flat, without a trace of emotion. But the more it was like this, the more Dean Lin seemed to be able to see the smile at the corner of Deputy Principal Yuan's mouth.
Other than the academic meetings, there were not many exchanges between the various large comprehensive Grade A hospitals in the Imperial Capital. Saving the stage meant admitting defeat.
His own hospital was a specialized oncology hospital. It did not even have a circulatory department, so he did not have to consider this point.
However, when he thought of Boss Zheng and his daughter, Director Lin became annoyed. How could he tell the girl that the technical strength on that side was not enough, so she should not go?
What he was afraid of really came true.
Director Lin hung up the phone and quietly sat in the locker room, angry with himself. Yesterday, he had just promised his wife that he would increase his attention and get the girl back no matter what.
Was interventional surgery that involved eating thread something that a girl should do?!
In the past few days, he had gained some understanding of Boss Zheng's medical team. He knew that there were six surgeries a day on average, and the speed was constant.
This was because … Boss Zheng only had six beds in the Inpatient Department.
However, it was not possible to perform six TIPS surgeries a day. How much thread would that be?!
It was said that when a girl grew up, she could not control her mother.
As he was thinking, his phone rang.
When he saw that it was the girl who opened it, Director Lin was stunned for a moment before he subconsciously picked up the phone.
"Dad, you invited us to do the surgery?" Lin Yuan's proud voice came from the other side of the phone.
Director Lin almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
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