godfather of surgery

Chapter 440 Patient's Wish

On the third day after the operation, when Yang Ping went to the ICU for ward rounds, he checked the muscle strength of Gan Fengyi's mother's lower limbs, and it recovered somewhat from the first level to the second level.

This kind of recovery speed is relatively fast. After the spinal cord compression is relieved, the earlier and faster the recovery of muscle strength, the better the surgical effect.

According to Yang Ping's experience, Gan Fengyi's mother has great hope of recovery.

If the muscle strength returns to level [-], you can try to extubate, and it returns to level [-], which is completely normal.

Yang Ping came out of the ICU ward, and several family members were arguing in the family waiting area.

"A male patient, only in his 30s, had fulminant viral myocarditis. He was already dying when he came, and he is currently being maintained by ECMO."

Dr. Meng from the ICU explained to Yang Ping that there are too many things like this in the ICU. This place may have the highest death rate in the world. How many people have failed to defeat the god of death, not everyone has a chance to live.

To be alive is a kind of luck.

Those family members were very loud, and the woman seemed to be the patient's wife, sitting on a chair and crying.

"It's useless to always scold him. A man should have dignity. Do you know that after his company closed down and he lost his job, in order not to make you anxious, he still carries his briefcase every day, leaves early and returns late, and pays the money on time every month. Here you are, the money is all borrowed, you know how to scold him, scold him, now it’s all right, if you want to scold him, he won’t hear you.”

"He had a high fever in those days, you didn't know?"

"If I want to know, I won't quarrel with him."

"It's raining so much, you drive him out?"

"I don't know, really."

In the ICU and the emergency department, there is often this kind of family noise. These two places are places where life and death are parted, and Yang Ping has seen this kind of thing a lot.

Yang Ping hurried back to the general orthopedics ward, where Professor Li was studying Zheng Baosheng's latest examination results.

Zheng Baosheng's heart and blood vessels are like a pot of battered noodles. During the operation, the noodles must be separated one by one. These separated noodles cannot be broken or damaged. This is why the operation is very difficult.

Supplementary examinations, including angiography of the surgical area, showed that the distribution of many blood vessels was different from normal human anatomy.

Professor Li Zehui was sitting at the desk, staring at the heart model in a daze, holding the model in both hands and turning it slowly.

After coming to China, Professor Li has not been to other places except 301 Hospital and Sanbo Hospital. He declined all social and entertainment activities, and spent all his time in the ward, studying Zheng Baosheng's case.

These days, he sometimes closes his eyes and thinks, and sometimes looks at the images and pictures, repeatedly reading them with a magnifying glass. He is in a daze looking at the models of the heart and great blood vessels like this, which often lasts for a full hour or two.

One day in the middle of the journey, he took time to go to his parents' hometown to worship his ancestors, and then returned to Sanbo Hospital.

Several times, he personally performed color ultrasound on Li Baosheng at the bedside to make full preparations for the operation.

After staring at it for a long time, Professor Li started drawing again. He had already drawn no less than a hundred pictures. He felt embarrassed and always apologized to everyone for wasting everyone's paper.

Whenever I meet people, Professor Li also nods to them as a way of saying hello. Doctors who specialize in cardiology at the Provincial People's Hospital, Attached One, and Attached Second invited Professor Li to dinner, but Professor Li politely declined.

Yang Ping has the habit of running, San Bo Hotel has a gym, and Yang Ping often runs on the treadmill there.

Professor Li also ran with Yang Ping, discussing cases while running.

When he was in the United States, Professor Li learned the habit from his teacher. Every weekend, he would run on the shore of Lake Erie with his pet dog.

Professor Li was seriously drawing pictures, Yang Ping just smiled at him, and went about his business.

Song Zimo reported that Zheng Baosheng's preoperative preparations had been completed, and he could undergo elective surgery.

For Zheng Baosheng's operation, Yang Ping has already completed the simulation in the system space. As long as the points allow for this difficult operation, Yang Ping is willing to perform pre-operative simulation. The only, irreversible life, the success rate should be increased as much as possible.

Taking advantage of the time now, Yang Ping decided to have a private conversation with Zheng Baosheng himself. Song Zimo knew that every time before such a major operation, Yang Ping would have a private conversation with the patient as the chief surgeon, and it was inconvenient for him to interfere.

The young man was curled up on the hospital bed, accompanied by his parents. Yang Ping said: "We are fully prepared. We are preparing for the operation. I want to talk to him alone."

Lao Zheng and his wife left the ward, closed the door, and waited at the door.

Yang Ping opened the curtains: "Do you usually like to close the curtains?"

"Well, I dare not look at the sunlight outside." Zheng Baosheng's eyes were half-closed, and his voice was timid.

Yang Ping stood beside his bed: "Whether you look at it or not, the sun is always outside, so let's draw the curtains and be calm."

Zheng Baosheng acquiesced, and his half-closed eyes slowly adapted.

"We are going to operate on you. The risk of the operation is high, but I have enough confidence." Yang Ping opened the topic.

Conversations with patients must be frank.

"I know, it is very likely to die on the operating table." Zheng Baosheng was a little numb.

Yang Ping comforted him: "It's just a possibility. You're not the first patient to be brought back from hell through my hands."

"Thank you, I have seen many doctors, you are the only one who makes me feel confident, but I know my condition, it doesn't matter, if I can get through this, I can live like a normal person, me, and my parents It’s all a dream come true; if unfortunately I die on the operating table, I will finally be relieved, and they will also be relieved, I have dragged them down, if they have a healthy son, life will be happier.” Zheng Baosheng’s tone was decadent.

"You are very calm. If you want to tell me anything, such as worries and fears, you can say it." Yang Ping encouraged him.

"There's nothing to say, I'm just unwilling. I didn't do anything wrong, so why am I the unlucky one?" Zheng Baosheng's tone was flat, obviously he was in despair.

"This is a matter of probability, you can only accept it, you can't escape it, your spine is severely deformed, resulting in dysplasia of the thorax, the heart and large blood vessels are squeezed in a small space, and some kind of unexplained exudative inflammatory disease makes the crowded These structures have become a pot of pasty noodles. In this operation, I will deal with this pot of noodles, separate the noodles one by one, put them in a suitable position, and then correct the curved spine. If it is successful , you can live like a normal person, if you fail, your life will stop on the operating table, which is also a matter of probability, but I think the probability of success is relatively high." Yang Ping briefly told Zheng Baosheng about the operation method.

"Even without this operation, I can see the end of my life, just ahead. Do you know how terrible this is? A person who knows that he will not live long, and lives with his fingers, how scared he is! How unwilling! "Zheng Baosheng sobbed softly.

"So, I'm talking to you for the last time now, and I want to hear your own opinion."

"I don't want to die! So—even if I know it's a fire, I'll jump on it."

"Have you thought it through?" Yang Ping asked.

"Thinking about it, thinking about it for many years, no one gave me the chance to choose before, but now you have given me this chance, whether the operation succeeds or fails, I will accept my fate, I am afraid of death, but sometimes when I think about it, death is also It's nothing to be afraid of, it's like sleeping, you don't know anything, you just never wake up." Zheng Baosheng said calmly.

"If I wake up, I will take them around and let them enjoy life. I will take over the restaurant at home and learn how to run it from them. I will cherish every day. I will no longer give up on myself, no longer play games, no I yell at them again, I want to live a good life, but now even living is a luxury, I don't ask for anything else, I just want to live." Zheng Baosheng turned around with difficulty and looked at Yang Ping.

Yang Ping stretched out his hand: "If you believe in me, I will go all out for your wish."

Zheng Baosheng stretched out his thin hand: "Thank you, help me tell my parents, in fact, I really miss them."

"Why don't you say it yourself?"

"I don't know, every time I want to talk, I want to cry, I don't want them to watch me cry."

(End of this chapter)