Yun Ya hastily entered the patient’s room. Wei Qing had already almost explained the patient’s condition over the phone, so Yun Ya didn’t waste any time.
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Within a week of a heart transplant, when blood comes into contact with the donor organ, if there is an antagonistic reaction with the body, an antibody response occurs, which is an acute rejection reaction. The patient experiences fever, drops in blood pressure, swelling, and pain in the transplanted organ, seriously threatening their life.
Yun Ya had already considered this possibility. However, after undergoing a cardiovascular MRI, the results showed no tissue lesions or myocardial cell mutations, meaning that from an imaging perspective, there seemed to be no pathological changes.
"Send her to ICU for close observation and at the same time, strengthen the treatment with immunosuppressants,"
"Why is this happening?" Wei Qing was puzzled since she had less clinical experience.
"This is a very common psychological rejection reaction. Pay attention to the patient’s emotions and psychological responses after she wakes up," Yun Ya said as she walked out of the patient’s room.
Nangong Yan was waiting at the door of the ward with a frown on his face.
His complexion was covered with dark clouds.
After considering for a moment, Yun Ya decided to walk towards him.
"Before the surgery, I should have told you that even if the circumstances are good, the patient can only sustain life for a maximum of five years. However, that’s assuming the patient maintains an unobstructed emotional state. Given the current situation, three years is already the limit,"
Nangong Yan glared at her coldly, his thin lips curving into a scornful arc, "Aren’t you Dr. Nyx? There are no failed surgeries in your hands, but what is this now?"
Yun Ya smiled, "The surgery was very successful, and you are not qualified to question my technique."
"I saved a person, but he committed suicide out of depression. Would you say that I killed him?"
Yun Ya met his gaze without giving an inch.
Nangong Yan pressed his lips together, lowered his gaze, and clenched his hand tightly into a fist within his sleeve.
"Sorry, I was too anxious,"
"I understand your feelings. Don’t worry, I will do my utmost effort to ensure he lives not just another day, but as long as possible,"
After pondering for a moment, Yun Ya hesitated slightly, "This question might be a bit presumptuous as it involves the patient’s privacy, but it might be closely related to the patient’s condition. I hope you can tell me the truth. As the patient’s chief physician, I am responsible not only for his life but will also keep his privacy strictly confidential. You can rest assured about that."
"What do you want to ask?"
"What is the relationship between the donor and the patient?"
"Dean, you were looking for me."
Yun Ya walked into the dean’s office and Su Zhiyuan, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately stood up with a smile, his eyes narrowing into slits.
"Xiao Ji, come on over."
Yun Ya had grown accustomed to Su Zhiyuan’s enthusiasm and went over to sit on the sofa.
"The patient is alright, isn’t he?"
Yun Ya nodded, "Observing for now."
"Mr. Nangong has d twenty million in medical equipment to the hospital, all thanks to you. Otherwise, where would our hospital get such good fortune?" Su Zhiyuan looked at Yun Ya, not hiding his elation.
Yun Ya was stunned; that man was truly generous, but it made sense given his status. For someone like him, twenty million was probably just a drop in the bucket.
But the dean shouldn’t get too excited so soon. As the saying goes, ’gifts blind the eyes and stop the mouth.’ Do you really think this twenty million came without strings attached?
However, Yun Ya wouldn’t dampen the dean’s spirits with her thoughts.
Seeing that Yun Ya was only drinking tea from her cup, showing a clear lack of interest in conversation, Su Zhiyuan rubbed his hands together and hesitated.
"What exactly do you want to say, Dean?" Yun Ya asked him first.
"Well, Xiao Ji, are you free next week?"
Yun Ya glanced at him, "What’s up?"
"Our hospital is organizing a medical conference for the southern region next week. Many professors and academic experts from all over the country will attend. It’s a top-tier event in the medical community. You see, could you represent our hospital and show your face? The outside world is very curious about you, and you could take this opportunity to make a public appearance," Su Zhiyuan had his plans all mapped out, knowing that having Dr. Nyx’s name associated with them would indeed give their hospital a moment of glory.
Yun Ya furrowed her brows, remembering something Yun Zhan had mentioned about the conference; it was indeed this event.
"Dean, this is the reason you wanted to see me today, isn’t it?"
With eagerness in his gaze, Su Zhiyuan pressed, "What do you say? Would you consider it?"
Yun Ya sighed, "You might be disappointed, Dean. Although I am well-known, I am still young and have only performed one surgery since returning to the country. Those attending will be distinguished professors and experts in the medical field, so I’d rather not ’teach fish to swim.’"