Unexpectedly, his wife was awake and could speak coherently. He Cheng was so excited he could hardly speak, "Wife, you finally woke up..."
He Biping was also very excited, saying, "Mom, you can talk now, that’s wonderful!"
Xu Ru smiled and said, "I told you Mom was fine. She’s talking. After some rest, she’ll be better. What surgery is needed?"
"If it weren’t for the medicine prescribed by Divine Doctor Gu for Mrs. He, how could she have had such spiritual power!" Ma Shu couldn’t help but say, clearly, it’s all Nianyang’s credit!
Mrs. He ignored her husband, son, and daughter-in-law and looked straight at Nianyang,
"Divine Doctor Gu, please help me with the surgery."
Nianyang was slightly taken aback, swept by the warmth of being trusted, "Okay!"
"Okay, what’s okay?" Xu Ru widened her eyes, "Mom, are you confused? This little girl is in her senior year of high school, and she’s just a traditional medicine fraud. How can you dare let her operate on you? It’s too dangerous!"
"Yes, Mom, you just heard, right? She doesn’t even have a medical license. Let’s get you to another hospital." He Biping advised.
Mrs. He was determined to have Nianyang perform the surgery on her.
The pain of bleeding and the torment of illness were clear only to the patient, Mrs. He.
After taking Nianyang’s medicine, she not only wasn’t dizzy or bleeding these past few days, but she could even talk and think clearly. She longed for health.
"Wife, why don’t we reconsider..." He Cheng held his wife’s hand; surgeries carry risks, and he was truly afraid something might happen to her!
"Old He, I know you’re worried something will happen to me, but I feel really good now. After taking Divine Doctor Gu’s medicine these days, I genuinely feel relieved and have hope to live. Being sick is too painful, and I want to live to spend the rest of my life with you." Mrs. He showed a smile, making the He Family’s group feel deeply saddened.
He Cheng no longer opposed it. For the first time in three months, his wife smiled, and for that smile, he decided to take a gamble.
The nurses pushed Mrs. He into the operating room, with Nianyang as the lead surgeon and Ma Shu assisting.
The spleen removal procedure is hugely exhausting and complicated, requiring attention to the size of the spleen, any adhesions, any accessory spleen, the relationship with surrounding organs, and the state of the splenic artery and vein, to prevent blood reflux or infection.
It might seem easy, but executing it could be life-threatening.
First, one must cut open the gastrocolic ligament and the gastrosplenic ligament, carefully separate the splenic artery with right-angle forceps, and tie it off with thick suture thread. The ligation should not be too tight to prevent tearing the arterial wall, while also avoiding damage to the parallel splenic vein below.
The surgery required five hours, throughout which Nianyang’s spiritual power was at one hundred percent, with no room for any error.
Finally, the spleen was successfully removed without blood reflux or infecting other organs. Nianyang finally relaxed, placing the excised spleen on a sterile funnel, allowing the blood within to naturally flow into a blood storage bottle containing anticoagulant solution, prepared for autologous transfusion.
Ma Shu didn’t blink as he watched Nianyang’s actions from start to finish, deeply impressed by her professional and agile surgical techniques.
Besides taking notes to record the process, he couldn’t help with anything else. Seeing the spleen removed and Nianyang exhausted and sweaty, he voluntarily took over the finishing suture work.