Director Zhang, you know what's going on. Just tell me what's on your mind. " Xiang Heping finally calmed down and said helplessly, "You don't have to say nice things about your father. There's nothing taboo about it."
"Old Xiang …"
"Director Zhang, tell me the truth. I'll think of a way. Just tell me whether to be conservative or operate. I want the truth, "Xiang Heping braced himself and said.
"I think there's a high probability that there's no problem. At least there won't be complications such as paralysis." Director Zhang of the orthopedics department said, "A chest CT scan will be done two weeks after the surgery. I think there may be complications such as soft tissue swelling at the posterior edge of the thoracic 12 spinous process, but it will not affect the function."
"If it's surgery, what are you going to do?" Xiang Heping asked.
Speaking of surgery, Director Zhang of the orthopedics department coughed twice. After thinking for a while, the entire surgery process appeared in his mind.
After all, if it was a surgery, it would be a very small surgery, not a major surgery like a total cervical replacement.
"If it's surgery, cut it open, separate it layer by layer, and expose the L1 vertebral lamina. Drill a hole, then bite off the right half vertebral lamina. There should be clear cerebrospinal fluid flowing out, and then the catheter can be seen. Pull the catheter out of the epidural. The postoperative time is relatively short, and in theory, there shouldn't be any adhesion or organization. "
"After that, repair the dura mater, repair the bone window, stop the bleeding around, and close the layer by layer."
At the thought of biting off the right half vertebral lamina, Xiang Heping's mind buzzed.
He had seen orthopedics perform vertebral surgery. The blood vessels there were extremely rich. If they were not careful after the surgery, the hematoma would remain and cause both lower limbs …
Thinking of this, Xiang Heping did not dare to think about it anymore.
His legs were getting weaker and weaker. Xiang Heping leaned against the wall of the operating theater and slowly squatted down.
This was different from ordinary medical accidents. If it was a medical accident, he would have to brace himself and explain it to the patient's family. Even if he had to bear the surgery fees himself, hire a professor from the Imperial Capital to perform this orthopedic surgery, postoperative nutrition expenses, mental damages, and compensation …
As long as the problem could be solved with money, it would be fine. However, this time it was his father. Xiang Heping's head was dizzy and he could not think at all.
Orthopedics Department Director Zhang saw Xiang Heping's appearance and sighed.
He looked at Director Ou and asked, "Director Ou, do you have any good suggestions?"
"Uh …" Director Ou pondered for a moment and said, "To be honest, this is my first time encountering such a situation."
"I don't know what to do either. Chief Physician Xiang is an experienced anesthetist …"
The rest of the sentence was left unsaid. Director Ou was a little slippery.
"If I encounter a situation that I can't solve during the surgery, Chief Physician Xiang, you also know that I brought you over from home," Chief Physician Ou continued.
It was a surgery two years ago. It was an extremely serious intestinal obstruction. When he opened it during the surgery, he was dumbfounded. He could not do it at all. At this time, he could directly close the abdomen and transfer to a higher hospital. However, when Chief Ou went down the stage to explain to the patient's family, they did not agree. He had no choice but to ask a professor from the Imperial Capital to help save the stage.
After nine hours, the surgery was finally completed.
At that time, because he was worried that there would be problems with the anesthesia, he called Xiang Heping from home in the middle of the night to watch the surgery.
A small county town had its advantages. Everyone saw each other all the time, and it was easy to talk to people there.
"You mean …" Xiang Heping asked bitterly.
"It's useless for us to make wild guesses here. After all, different professions are worlds apart. Old Xiang, do you know any professors in the Imperial Capital? Ask them and see if they have a good idea, "Director Ou suggested.
"Good idea … What good idea can there be?" Xiang Heping squatted on the ground in frustration and said gloomily.
"You can't think of it that way. The standards of the big hands in the Imperial Capital are still very high. Besides, they have a lot of surgeries, and there are a lot of accidents. Old Xiang, can't you ask them? What if there is a way? "Director Ou persuaded.
It was fine to ask, but who should he ask? Xiang Heping also felt that Director Ou's suggestion was right. He took out his phone and hesitated.
Anesthesia was different from surgery.
The surgery department hired big hands for freelance surgery, and the doctors had close contact. In addition to the cost of freelance surgery, the relationship was still very good. However, he had heard of freelance surgery, but anesthesiology rarely hired people to do things like this.
Relationship … They knew each other, but that was because he knew them. They might not know him.
Xiang Heping hesitated for a moment, wrote a WeChat message, and sent it to all the department directors of anesthesiology in the Imperial Capital.
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"Boss Zheng, when you have time, please give me some pointers on minimally invasive surgery," Professor Yang said happily as he raised his glass.
The patient was just as Boss Zheng had predicted. After he woke up after the surgery, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Professor Yang was still very worried. He was afraid that there would be any side effects after the surgery, so he forcibly accompanied him for the whole night.
Later, he realized that he was too nervous, but there was nothing he could do about it. How could the surgeon not be nervous when something happened during the surgery?
The next day, he forcefully suppressed it for a day. On the third day, he re-examined the CT and found that the pancreatic pseudocyst had been completely drained. He only needed to wait for his recovery to find time to remove the stent.
This matter came to an end, but the impact on Professor Yang would not pass for a while.
Learn well from Boss Zheng. This was the last sentence that thousands of words converged into.
"Brother Yang, you're too polite," Zheng Ren said with a smile as he raised the water in his glass.
"I'm not being polite. It's true. You don't know that I was almost scared to death at that time. I'm really timid, "Professor Yang said.
"Brother Yang, let's drink." Su Yun clinked glasses with Professor Yang and finished the wine. He asked with a smile, "Did you buy a lottery ticket when you went home that day?"
"…" Professor Yang shook his head.
Go home? That day, he sat in the hospital for the whole night and did not dare to close his eyes. Go home? How thoughtful was he?
"I went back and studied the flat knot on the stent of the guide wire. It's really an exquisite work of art," Su Yun said. "I studied it with Lao He for a long time. Later, I sent my thoughts to Mayo."
"…" Professor Yang was speechless. It was not good to contact Mayo in this way, right?
"It's a pity that you didn't buy a lottery ticket. Lao He, what do you think … Eh, did your little lover send you a message?" Su Yun glanced at Lao He and saw that he was holding his phone as if he was thinking about something, so he asked.
"Brother Yun, there's something. There was an appendicitis surgery at Wolf Mountain County Hospital. During the anesthesia, the epidural catheter broke," Lao He said with a sigh.
(End of this chapter)
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