Xiang Heping was watching the doctor under him perform general anesthesia on his father.
The old man was diagnosed with acute appendicitis. If he did not undergo surgery, he was afraid that there would be complications such as appendix perforation. Continuous epidural anesthesia was not the only method of anesthesia. General anesthesia was also a method.
However, his hands were shaking so much that he could not perform normal operations. He could only call the anesthesiologist with the best anesthesia skills under him to perform general anesthesia.
The surgery went smoothly. It was just an appendectomy. It seemed that all the bad luck had left. When Chief Ou opened the right lower abdomen, the appendix obediently "jumped" out.
The entire surgery took even less time than the anesthesia. From the time Chief Ou cut open the skin to the last stitch, it only took him 15 minutes to finish the surgery. He took off his sterile gown and looked at Xiang Heping with pity.
It was just a small surgery, but it ended up like this. He should be very sad.
Chief Ou sighed and patted Xiang Heping's shoulder to comfort him. However, he did not speak. Next, it was up to this special "patient's family" to decide whether the orthopedics department would perform a bigger surgery or send him back to the ward.
Xiang Heping stood in the operating theater like a puppet and watched the surgery end.
"Chief, what should we do next?"
"Wake up." Xiang Heping held his phone tightly in his hand. No one had replied to him yet.
Xiang Heping was not qualified to say such things. He was the kind of person who could summon wind and rain in the county hospital. However, in the entire medical world, he was an extremely small and invisible person.
It was already his limit to hold an annual meeting to get to know a few anesthesiologists from the top Class Three Grade A Hospitals.
It was still the same saying. If you know others, others have to know you, right?
The message was sent. As for whether the other party would reply, it depended on their mood. Who did he think he was? He knew it in his heart before, and now he knew it even more clearly.
The idea of waiting now prevailed in Xiang Heping's heart. What if there was nothing wrong? Even if there was something wrong, it was fine to do the second stage of the surgery half a month later.
He thought about it and understood what Chief Zhang of the orthopedics department wanted to say — most people had no problem!
Then send him back. Xiang Heping sighed deeply.
His father woke up completely. After sending him to the stretcher trolley, Xiang Heping put his phone in his pocket and pulled the stretcher trolley all the way to the ward.
Listening to his family asking about the surgery, Xiang Heping felt agitated for no reason. He didn't dare to say that something had happened. All kinds of emotions were mixed together, and his heart was in a mess.
When he was carried to the hospital bed, the phone's voice call started ringing crazily.
Xiang Heping was a little disgusted. Who the f * ck was causing trouble at this time? His son was not in Wolf Mountain. Could it be him? How annoying, disturbing him at this time!
Gently putting the old man on the hospital bed, Xiang Heping could not hide the anger in his heart. He picked up the phone and wanted to scold his son.
However, the moment he picked up the phone and saw the name marked on WeChat, Xiang Heping was stunned.
The words "912 Lao He" appeared in front of him.
Xiang Heping didn't expect that Lao He, who hadn't even said a word, would actually reply to him. He even couldn't wait to call him directly.
He quickly lowered his head and rushed out of the ward, answering the voice call as he walked.
"Teacher He, Teacher He, hello, hello."
Xiang Heping hurriedly expressed his gratitude.
"Oh, please wait a moment."
Faced with Lao He's question, Xiang Heping quickly walked to a secluded corner of the fire escape. He stood in the darkness and looked at the busy medical staff on the other side of the transparent glass. A sense of loss rose in his heart.
However, this kind of loss was instantly swept away. He quickly picked up his phone and said, "Teacher He, when I was doing the anesthesia today …"
He carefully described the surgical process and even reported the model of the medical supplies used, afraid that he would miss anything. The details were a little long-winded, but he didn't feel it.
"I'm from Wolf Mountain County Hospital. Yes, yes, it's Wolf Mountain County next to the Imperial Capital!"
"Uh …"
"Oh, okay, okay, I …"
After exchanging a few words, Xiang Heping hung up the phone and took a look. There were a few messages on it that he didn't see. It was probably when he sent the old man back to the ward, Teacher He sent a reply. He didn't answer, so he anxiously called to ask about the situation.
What did the legendary Lao He just say? Boss Zheng wanted to rush over to do the interventional surgery to see if he could remove the broken catheter in the epidural.
Didn't the interventional surgery have to enter the blood vessels? How could it even enter the epidural? These words were a little unreliable.
Could it be that he had heard wrongly?
Or did he remember this number wrongly and what he had just experienced was just a prank?
Xiang Heping's request to pick up Boss Zheng and the legendary Lao He was rejected. He blankly sent his location over and stared at his phone in a daze.
After a full ten minutes, Xiang Heping was still standing in the fire escape with a belly full of suspicion.
At this moment, he had gradually regained some of his senses and was not as panicked as when something had happened just now.
Could it be that he had met a scammer?
Was Boss Zheng, who had won the Nobel Prize, a little too proactive? Xiang Heping was puzzled. He stood in the fire escape and was surrounded by darkness. However, he could see that the people in the corridor were either busy or whispering to each other.
'It really might be a scammer,' Xiang Heping thought to himself.
When he put himself in Lao He's shoes and saw him at the annual meeting of the anesthesiologists in the Imperial Capital, he was surrounded by a group of people. Lao He was only Boss Zheng's anesthesiologist. If it was Boss Zheng, wouldn't he be busier?
He didn't invite him, but he ran over? It seemed more logical that he couldn't invite him no matter how hard he tried.
No! It must be fake. He even asked if the DSA machine on this side had a CT function. He said that he wanted to do a CT first before taking out the broken epidural anesthesia catheter.
The more detailed he was, the more he looked like a scammer.
Xiang Heping picked up his phone in confusion. After pondering for a long time, he called a classmate who was engaged in circulatory intervention.
"It's me, Heping.
"Let me ask you something. If there's a foreign body outside the epidural of the vertebral body, can it be removed by interventional surgery?
"Don't ask so much. I'm just asking you if there's a similar surgical method.
"I knew there wasn't. It's not like I read a paper on the Internet. I don't think it makes sense at all.
"Alright, I'm hanging up."
After a brief understanding of the situation, Xiang Heping hung up the phone.
It should be nonsense. It must be nonsense. It must be nonsense! Xiang Heping thought to himself that it was impossible.
At this moment, his phone vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was a reply from a chief anesthesiologist in the Imperial Capital.
(End of this chapter)
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