"What? Resistance to anesthesia?" Yu Shaohua was already outside the operating room, communicating through a layer of transparent glass with the doctor inside, Zhu Jiang.
"Dean, the situation is critical. It’s no longer possible to inject Director Jin with anesthesia; it’s too risky! Once done, the patient might never wake up. But without anesthesia, how can we proceed with the surgery? Director Jin’s condition is very bad! His condition could deteriorate any moment, which might endanger his life." The situation was urgent, otherwise there wouldn’t be such panic.
What should be done?
Yu Shaohua had just been with foreign experts, and now such a serious issue had arisen in his own hospital.
This was a situation so rare it might happen only once in a hundred years. He had no choice but to seek help humbly.
Several foreign experts had already been invited to the observation room outside the operating room. When they heard about this, they were shocked. With a good translation, the foreign experts recalled similar cases, but not acute appendicitis. It was a gastric perforation patient who had high resistance to anesthesia, making it impossible to anesthetize him. In the end, they had no choice but to inject an overdose of anesthetic—almost five times the amount for an average person before it took effect.
But although the surgery was successful, the patient never woke up again and became a vegetable.
This issue of anesthesia resistance had also been brought up by many scholars as a research topic, but so far, no one had come up with an effective solution.
Jin Junshan’s face had turned pale with pain.
The head nurse urgently called out to Director Zhu Jiang, "Director, Director, Director Jin’s condition is worsening!"
Zhu Jiang quickly examined him, "Dean, the situation is very bad. The patient already shows symptoms of perforation. If we don’t decide soon, he could be in mortal danger." Everyone was grim.
Their hospital had maintained a record of no medical incidents for five years. Was that record going to be broken today?
But following what the foreign experts suggested, was it really necessary to turn a person into a vegetable?
Either death or a vegetative state.
What an unimaginable choice.
Zhu Jiang’s assistant spoke up softly, "Dean! Director, the Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor Bai Xiao has performed surgeries using acupuncture instead of anesthesia. Maybe we can try calling her!"
Zhu Jiang turned around to look at his assistant. This was a new surgeon, who had joined less than a month ago! Today was also his first time in the operating room. Normally, he didn’t even know the name of this new doctor, something like Liu... Yun!
Yes, Liu Yun.
"That’s preposterous! If acupuncture was that powerful, why would we need anesthesia? Have you ever heard of someone performing surgery while doing acupuncture?" Zhu Jiang was furious. He was a respected surgeon with many years of experience. He did not believe in the miraculous effectiveness of such acupuncture techniques, as Western medicine and Traditional Chinese Medicine fundamentally contradicted each other, and mutual disdain was a fact.
It was harder for him to believe that acupuncture could replace anesthesia than to believe that a pig could climb a tree.
Liu Yun looked up, his eyes filled with unwavering conviction, "Director Zhu! Bai Xiao really did it. Many of us saw it with our own eyes. She performed acupuncture, and as the patient was getting the wound cleaned and stitched on this side, he felt no pain at all. I saw it with my own eyes! There was absolutely no false promotion. With the current situation and Director Jin’s critical condition, shouldn’t we at least try? Would you really want Director Jin to become a vegetable instead?"