He was sent to the CT room, and a group of people followed him in. They were afraid that Chief Mao would have an accident during the CT scan.
Mao Chi saw black and white flashing in front of him, mixed with golden stars.
Like a firefly, his heart began to beat rapidly as the CT machine buzzed.
Mao Chi knew this wasn't good, but he couldn't control it.
Please don't let anything happen, please don't let anything happen, Mao Chi could only tell himself this in his heart. He hadn't reached the age of retirement yet, and he hadn't even had a grandson yet. How could he die?
As he thought about it, he unconsciously began to think about what would happen after he died. If the aortic dissection ruptured and he died in the CT room, how many doctors in the department would sincerely cry for him? Maybe a few, but not all.
After the CT scan, everyone carried Mao Chi onto the stretcher trolley.
"Don't go yet. Let me take a look at the radiographic films," Mao Chi said softly.
Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. He seemed to have foreseen his end.
"Director Mao, don't worry, don't worry." The leading professor comforted him softly. "Even if it's a mezzanine, just put a big shelf down."
"What if the renal artery is torn?" Mao Chi thought a lot. At the same time, he vaguely felt a tearing pain in his abdomen.
It can't be such a coincidence, Mao Chi thought. At this moment, he felt that there was nothing beneath his feet and he had fallen into an endless abyss.
The professor really didn't know what to say. He knew that as long as he said one thing, Director Mao would think the worst. This was inevitable. The more he spoke, the more afraid he became. The more afraid he was, the higher Chief Mao's blood pressure became. In the end, it formed an irreversible feedback until the dissection ruptured.
It was better for him to shut up.
Very quickly, the CT image was printed out and handed over to Mao Chi.
Mao Chi's hands trembled as he glanced at the radiographic films. Chest CT
Plain scan showed irregular soft tissue density at the anterior edge of the descending aorta. The possibility of rupture of the descending aorta forming encapsulated hematoma could not be ruled out.
However, he did not rule out the possibility in his mind. All he could think about was the rupture of the descending aorta. Once the hematoma ruptured, the person would be gone!
Although he did not perform a 64-slice CTA scan, Mao Chi was able to confirm the diagnosis for himself — a descending aortic dissection.
"Find Boss Zheng and go straight to the interventional surgery room," Mao Chi said.
There shouldn't be a problem if he quickly got off his high horse. If Boss Zheng could not solve it, then he could only perform thoracotomy.
Boss Zheng's standards were so high, so he should be fine.
Mao Chi thought about it a lot, especially when he thought about Boss Zheng's successful and difficult surgeries time and time again.
Boss Zheng could even separate conjoined twins from the heart. Treating an aortic dissection was nothing at all.
Mao Chi comforted himself.
Perhaps it was because of Boss Zheng's halo effect, Mao Chi felt slightly better. Although his hands and feet were cold, this was caused by the spasms of the capillaries at the ends of his hands and feet due to excessive nervousness.
Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. Relax, relax, Mao Chi comforted himself as the stretcher trolley started moving again.
…
Zheng Ren was in the middle of surgery. He put his phone in his trouser pocket, so he did not receive the call.
"Boss, Chief Mao said that he is considering descending aortic dissection." After Su Yun received the call, he pressed the button on the intercom and said.
Zheng Ren was in the middle of Lin Yuan's surgery when he heard Su Yun's words.
"Where is he?"
"I did a plain CT scan and saw irregular soft tissue density at the anterior edge of the descending aorta. He's pushing it to our side. I think we'll need an emergency angiogram. He'll have to get off the big shelf, "Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren moved his body sideways, his left shoulder bumping into Lin Yuan's shoulder and pushing her away. Then, he crossed his left and right hands and completed the surgery in a few minutes.
Lin Yuan had long accepted this reality. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get close to Boss Zheng. His skill level was too strong, so strong that it made him feel a sense of powerlessness.
Seeing Boss Zheng perform the TIPS surgery, Lin Yuan let out a long sigh.
Amazing! No matter how many times he used the 3D printed human model to train and familiarize himself with every key point of the surgery, he still could not figure out how Boss Zheng performed the surgery.
After the surgery, Lin Yuan applied pressure to stop the bleeding. He tore off his sterile gown and turned to leave the operating room.
"How much longer?"
"Who knows?" Su Yun glanced at Feng Xuhui.
"I have the big shelf. I've already prepared it," Feng Xuhui said immediately.
"The emergency medicine is in the rescue trolley. I just checked it this morning. It's all here," Xie Yiren said.
Zheng Ren arrived at the corridor of the operating room and quietly waited for Mao Chi to be wheeled over.
Usually, Chief Mao had high blood pressure, but it was not serious. Where did this aortic dissection come from? Zheng Ren was a little puzzled.
Was it traumatic? Or was it a sharp object such as a fish bone?
"Yiren, have you disinfected the surgical box?" Zheng Ren asked.
"It's disinfected. It can be used at any time."
"Prepare the hybrid operating room. If we can't get the stent down, we'll just open the chest."
"Okay."
Su Yun stood beside Zheng Ren with a solemn expression. He did not say anything. Anything he said at this time would be nonsense.
He had not even seen the radiographic films. What was there to say?
Soon, the doorbell rang. The matron of the operating room opened the door and pushed the stretcher trolley in.
Zheng Ren looked at Mao Chi's blood-red System panel and was stunned.
"Are you stupid? Or can't bear to do it? "Su Yun asked softly.
The more familiar someone was, the more they could not bear to do it. Many doctors were like this. However, Su Yun did not think that his boss had such thoughts. The boss was very good at performing Chief Miao's surgery. When Old Chief Physician Pan was suspected of lung cancer, the boss cried, but it seemed that he was prepared to perform the surgery himself.
This guy was not at ease if someone else did it.
"No." Zheng Ren shook his head and strode to Chief Mao's side. He looked at Chief Mao and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Boss Zheng." Chief Mao Chi's hand trembled as he held Zheng Ren's hand.
At this moment, he felt like he had been saved.
"Don't be nervous. What's wrong with you?" Zheng Ren comforted Chief Mao. Then, with his other hand, he took the radiographic films handed over by the professor of the vascular department beside him and glanced at them.
"There's pain behind the sternum. Just now, I felt a tearing pain in my abdomen. I think the descending aorta dissection has been torn down," Chief Mao Chi said with a trembling voice.
"Wait a moment. Don't push it inside first." Zheng Ren shook Chief Mao Chi's cold hand hard. Then, he pulled his hand out and looked at the radiographic films.
"Boss Zheng, let's take a look at the contrast. The area of the soft tissue is a little large. I'm afraid that the bleeding won't be able to be controlled," Chief Zhang Lin of the circulatory department said.
"I'll take a look. There's no hurry," Zheng Ren said.
Everyone fell silent. How could Boss Zheng be so calm? Did he know what was going on or did it have nothing to do with him?
Mao Chi was a little anxious. This was different from what he had imagined.
Shouldn't he go on stage directly after he was sent here and then start the surgery? What was Boss Zheng thinking?
In an instant, stars danced in front of his eyes, and a warm current surged in his chest. He raised his head with difficulty. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
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