The Surgeon's Studio

"Instructor Mao, you have to help." A middle - aged man was standing at the door of Mao Chi's house, constantly bowing and begging.

His attitude was very humble, even a little humble, even more so than when he had worked at 912 many years ago.

The exquisite, well - ironed suit was just like his, a little wrinkled and humble.

"Little Zhang, you ..." Mao Chi, the director of the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery, was a little embarrassed, but it was not difficult to say yes to the professor who used to be his subordinate.

Professor Zhang had been working in the ambulance for many years. After he was transferred from the military to a civilian, he was poached by a private hospital and became the director of the Vascular Surgery Department there.

In the past few years, professor Zhang had been doing his work fairly well. He was a cautious person and never started any risky new projects. He only did what he was good at.

The biggest taboo of working in a private enterprise was the high risk.

Capitalists did not care about technological progress. Stable and risk - Free profits were what they pursued.

It was enough for him to perform the surgery that he was most confident of. He would leave more to the top tertiary Grade A hospitals.

Yesterday, professor Zhang had performed an operation on iliohepatic vein's anastomosis.

With intervention, the angiography would confirm the condition of the external ilial vein, and then a stent would be placed in the narrow section. The surgery was not difficult.

He only needed to perform venuria in the inferior vena cava and the right lower limb with regional anesthesia before sackendumbing and stent placement. The process was smooth.

However, he did not expect that twenty - two hours later, the patient would suddenly have a supreparated heart beat and frequent ventricular premature beats.

After using the appropriate medicine, the treatment was very poor, and the patient's symptoms did not change.

Professor Zhang had no choice but to ask for an ultrasound scan at the bedside.

An ultrasound scan showed a strong echo of a tube with a diameter of about 23 mm in the right atrium. The shadow of a stent about 48 mm could be seen in the inferior vena cava, and the stent might fall off.

When he had seen the ultrasound scan, he had been petrified.

The stent had fallen off ... And was stuck in the heart. This was the most serious complication in the vascular Department!

Professor Zhang's hand went numb. What should he do next?

In an instant, he thought of instructor Mao.

When she was in 912, no matter what happened, she had never been so flustered. Even though he would be scolded if he made a phone call to instructor Mao, instructor Mao could still solve the problem.

After all, his skill level was there.

Anyone who could become a Department Director in 912 was an elite among the elites in the country's medical industry. Whether it was in terms of professional standards or interpersonal skills, they were all outstanding.

The most important thing was that instructor Mao protected his children.

Beating and scolding were two different things, but in the end, the other party could take the blame.

When he was leading the team at 912, professor Zhang did not realize the value of this. However, after he left 912, he would always think of instructor Mao whenever he encountered a situation.

Therefore, professor Zhang had always been very careful with his relationship with Mao Chi. He would always bring gifts over to instructor Mao's house during the holidays and have a chat.

First, it was to avoid being criticized for forgetting his roots. Secondly, if he had any problems in the future, he could look for instructor Mao to help him.

One should not be arrogant. Professor Zhang's director and Mao Chi's director were very different.

After professor Zhang judged that something had happened, he gave instructor Mao a call. However, he felt that it was not enough and rushed straight to instructor Mao's house.

It would be too frivolous to talk about this over the phone.

If he said it face to face, the success rate would be higher.

Mao Chi was a little embarrassed and said,"the stent fell into the heart, and the probability of the patient dying is more than 50%." Little Zhang, this matter ..."

"Director, you have to help me." Professor Zhang bent down and refused to lift his head.

He was almost 50 years old, so it was quite difficult for him to maintain this posture.

But today, professor Zhang had encountered a barrier that he couldn't overcome. No matter what, he had to invite instructor Mao to go.

Mao Chi looked at professor Zhang with a complicated look, but his heart softened in the end.

No matter what, he was still a soldier under his command. In the end, he left because he had two deputy directors above him. He had no hope of becoming a director, so he had to find a way out.

It was hard for Mao Chi to reject professor Zhang's offer due to their friendship over the years. He watched professor Zhang fall into the abyss.

However, when he went to the rescue table ... The stent fell off, and it was the scaffold of the inferior vena cava that fell into the heart. In such a situation, it was not 100% certain that it could be removed through interventional surgery.

Mao Chi pondered.

It was so embarrassing and suffocating for more than ten seconds.

It was very difficult for professor Zhang to maintain this posture. His body was already trembling slightly.

But he still insisted on it. He knew what maochi was thinking, which was why he didn't try to remove the stent.

Once the stent was hooked onto the heart valve or the Oval, if it was removed by force, the heart would rupture directly, and the patient would die on the spot if the cardiac tamponade was triggered.

Even if cardiac tamponade did not occur, there was a high probability that there would be complications such as atrial fibrillation and ventricular fibrillation.

In short, no matter what, it would be difficult for the patient to get off the stage alive.

The evening wind blew gently, but neither of them felt the gentleness of the best weather.

"Little Zhang, get up." "On your side, is the strength of the heart strong?" Mao Chi finally shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Professor Zhang looked relieved.

Since instructor Mao asked this, it meant that he had agreed. It was as if he had returned to the past, where even if the sky fell, instructor Mao would still be there!

"Department Director, you also know that private hospitals basically don't care about people with big hearts." Professor Zhang said in distress.

"Cardiopulmonary bypass? is there a machine?"

"I'll ask. " Professor Zhang replied cautiously. He was afraid that instructor Mao would change his mind if he said that he did not have this or that.

Little Zhang, you don't have anything there. What should we do? He would be dumbfounded if instructor Mao said that.

Of course, professor Zhang still had one last option - Transfer the patient to Room 912 for surgery.

However, once he did that, it would mean that he would have to admit to the patient's family that the surgery had failed, and that there was no way to solve it in his own hospital.

Doing so would definitely bring unpredictable changes to the situation.

He vaguely remembered that the hospital seemed to have a set of Cardiopulmonary Bypass Equipment, which was once eliminated by a hospital. He did not know if it could be used after so many years.

After making a phone call and confirming this, professor Zhang felt much more at ease.

He could ask his grandfather or grandmother for help. However, he couldn't just borrow one from 912.

That was a fixed asset. Even if they could borrow it, Deputy Director Yuan's approval wouldn't be enough. It had to be director Yan's words.

"Director, there's a machine."

"Alright, let's get involved first. "Do you have any familiar and skilled friends in the Department of circulatory medicine? Come and watch. If there's a problem with his heart rate, he can be resuscitated immediately. "

"I've already made arrangements for this, director." Professor Zhang quickly said.