Chapter 801: If senior apprentice-brother doesn’t work either, what should be done? Chapter 801: If senior apprentice-brother doesn’t work either, what should be done? The challenge had now arrived.
The knife must be removed.
The knife was no longer just a lethal weapon; it served as a temporary stopgap against bleeding in the victim’s abdominal cavity. To simply pull it out could mean instant death for the patient.
All the surgeons stared at the fruit knife as if it had become a hot potato, problematic enough to drive them mad.
The knife had to be removed, but the patient couldn’t die from massive blood loss as soon as it was pulled out.
The correct approach was to either clamp the bleeding vessel the instant the knife was withdrawn or before it was pulled out.
How to precisely clamp the bleeding vessel?
If pulled out directly, without a clear view of the situation inside, the blood vessels would undoubtedly burst as soon as the knife was freed. Should the surgeon then frantically search for the vessel? What if the artery couldn’t be found, or what if it took too long? If the rate of blood transfusion couldn’t keep up with the rate of blood loss, how could they prevent the patient from bleeding out? Intraoperative massive blood loss and Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation (DIC), with central vascular thrombosis and pulmonary embolism, could lead to immediate death on the operating table.
Several surgeons stared blankly at the knife wound.
“Even Dr. Cao can’t handle it?”
The extra voice indicated someone had arrived.
Xie Wanying and the others looked up to see Fu Xinheng not far away, thinking, why is Teacher Fu here too?
Why would the Robot be here? The same question flashed through the minds of the others. Normally, given Fu Xinheng’s personality, he wouldn’t be one to join the crowd.
It was likely he had been brought by Chang Jiawei. Chang Jiawei stood beside Fu Xinheng, and as everyone knew, he was a playboy who liked to flock to wherever the action was.
Clearly, it was Chang Jiawei who had just spoken, not the typically silent Fu Xinheng. With his arms crossed over his chest, Chang Jiawei continued to express his doubts, “Before, Dr. Cao managed to assist with cardiothoracic surgeries.”
Cardiothoracic surgery was much more challenging than urological surgery, one of the two most difficult specialties. Cao Yong was capable of performing surgeries in both of these difficult specialties, and now he was stumped by a mere urological operation?
“You don’t know, Cao Yong and Tao Zhijie never interned in urology. Our hospital’s urology isn’t the most famed, and those two were outstanding students from Guoxie, they were only arranged internships in general surgery. Cao Yong was good at cardiothoracic surgery because he could have stayed in that department originally, but President Wu forcibly transferred him to neurosurgery,” explained Lu Tianchi for Cao Yong and Tao Zhijie.
Taking in this new information about Senior Cao’s medical education, Xie Wanying thought, So Senior Cao originally shared her ambition of specializing in cardiothoracic surgery.
“Dr. Lu, are you on duty tonight?” Chang Jiawei turned and asked Lu Tianchi, knowing that as a deputy director of anesthesia he generally didn’t work night shifts.
“My junior sister called me saying she couldn’t handle it, so I had to rush back. Upon my return to the OR, I found she had already intubated the patient; I felt tricked,” Lu Tianchi replied, looking toward Lau Jingyun.
You said you couldn’t manage, didn’t you?
Lau Jingyun, embarrassed, wished she could hide: She was whipped into shape by her junior sister, so now she managed.
“Dr. Fu, why don’t you go and give them a hand?” Lu Tianchi suggested that Fu Xinheng step in to help Cao Yong and the others.
Fu Xinheng waved his hands decisively refusing, “Don’t joke like that, I can’t do it!”
Teacher Fu actually admitted he couldn’t do it. Xie Wanying was thoroughly taken aback.