"No... not..." Jin Junshan said with difficulty.
The nurse disinfected him and was preparing to administer the anesthesia.
Jin Junshan struggled violently, his muscles protesting all over his body, and the cold sweat on his forehead beading more profusely.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s just anesthetic, it’s not a problem! The anesthetist is Xiaowu, the best in our hospital! I guarantee that once the anesthesia is administered, you’ll wake up and be back in your ward," the nurse assured, having never seen a patient like Jin Junshan so scared of surgery.
Anesthetist Xiaowu came over, "Director Jin, rest assured, I’m going to administer the anesthesia now. It’ll be quick, and you won’t feel any pain soon."
Jin Junshan nodded slightly.
It hurt!
Appendicitis wasn’t something just anyone could endure.
The anesthetic was administered.
Head of Surgery Zhu Jiang was already fully geared up, with assistants and nurses all in place.
"Director Jin, Director Jin, can you hear me?" the anesthetist gently called in Jin Junshan’s ear, making a final check to confirm the anesthetic was taking effect.
Jin Junshan lifted his eyes to look at Xiaowu, "Hasn’t it... been...? Hurry... up, it’s killing... me..."
His speech was broken but his awareness was clear.
Xiaowu’s face changed; something was wrong!
He checked urgently, and true enough, the anesthetic had already been pushed in.
Could it be that not enough time had passed? He looked at the clock on the operation room wall. Five minutes had already passed.
"Director Jin, how do you feel now? Can you feel what I’m doing?"
Jin Junshan nodded, each motion depleting what little strength he had left.
"Don’t squeeze my... belly, that spot isn’t where the appendix is."
This time Xiaowu urgently whispered to Director Zhu Jiang, "Director, this is bad. Director Jin has a resistance to the anesthetic. To be precise, he has a strong resistance; he’s not feeling anything from the dose I gave him."
Zhu Jiang was stunned—although resistant cases to anesthesia weren’t unheard of, they were rare, nearly one in ten thousand. It was almost a miracle.
"Try increasing by one unit to see if the effect will appear?"
"Ow... hey! Hurry... up, I’m... in agony," Jin Junshan was getting worse.
Wasn’t it said that anesthesia would stop the pain?
What was happening now?
Five minutes later...
Xiaowu’s face had turned pale.
Jin Junshan was still moaning on the operating table.
The entire operating room fell silent.
"The anesthetic is at its maximum dose! It’s not possible to administer more; it could cause complications!" Xiaowu would not dare to act rashly. This was an anesthetic, not something trivial, and he could not be responsible if something went wrong.
Besides, in Director Jin’s current state, if another unit of anesthesia was administered, he might never wake up, and that would be a real trouble.
Director Zhu Jiang was also anxious. Everyone had been waiting for half a day, and the patient’s pain had not been relieved at all. Without anesthesia, who would dare to perform surgery? It’s not like Guan Yu undergoing bone scraping; Director Jin didn’t seem like he could endure it.
"Quick, notify the Dean."
This kind of emergency situation was very rare, maybe once in a hundred years, but now they had encountered someone who was nearly immune to the anesthetic and was also a patient with acute appendicitis. This time it was indeed life-threatening.
What was truly life-threatening was for Jin Junshan, who was lying in the hospital bed. Wasn’t he supposed to have surgery?
Why had they left him there, with a bunch of doctors gathered around discussing who knows what?
He was in pain!
Ow, ow!
Could their hospital really be this unreliable?