godfather of surgery

Chapter 788 Burning the Last Life
Other experts were already very familiar with the case. Only Yang Ping wanted to learn more about the case data. During the discussion, he privately called over the doctor who controlled the computer and asked the doctor to slowly transfer the imaging data, especially the coronary CTA. Play the projection again.

In fact, no one is paying attention to what is on the projection now, so Yang Ping does not bother others.

"Professor Yang, what do you think of Professor Xu's proposal?"

Political Commissar Qiao asked Yang Ping specifically.

Logically speaking, Yang Ping is a newcomer, and he only joined this medical team because of Professor Xin's recommendation. Political Commissar Qiao should not use this to highlight his specialness. However, since Yang Ping is a talent they are trying to introduce, Political Commissar Qiao should not. I would like to take this opportunity to pay special attention to you.

Yang Ping was focusing on reading the case information. Hearing what Political Commissar Qiao said, he hurriedly replied:
"No problem, it's okay. I don't have any problems here."

In fact, this is a true answer to the state of nature, without any levity or showoff, but it caused Professor Xu discomfort.

What does "anything goes!" This is a heart bypass, not an ordinary surgery, nor is it writing a thesis.

How many masters of writing papers have failed to perform surgeries on stage.

"Experts, do you have any opinions?" Political Commissar Qiao asked the others.

This kind of cardiac surgery case discussion is basically decided by An Zhenfu, and the others are just foils. Since the chief surgeon has made such a decision, other experts will definitely not have any opinions as long as it is not something extraordinary, so everyone agreed unanimously.

In fact, everyone also thinks that this is the best choice.

If Director Xu directly arranges for Chu Shilin to be the preparatory surgeon, then Director Zhong from Fuwai will definitely be dissatisfied. Why should I, Zhong Zuochen, be inferior to your student?At least Fuwai Anzhen is equally matched.

Director Xu would not be worried if it was arranged for Zhong Zuochen. I recognize my student, who knows the basics. We operate together every day. Even if the surgeon is changed midway, he is still familiar with my method.

But this is a special case, a hero of the country, and a hero of people all over the country. It is not Director Xu’s case alone, and it is difficult for Director Xu to make the decision.

As for Yang Ping, Director Xin recommended him, and 301 seems to support him. Regardless of the reason, he is already sitting at this table. He must be very capable and cannot be ignored.

what to do?Admission is only on merit basis.

Therefore, Director Xu’s method is the best and most reliable. Words cannot be proved. As long as time allows, everyone will compete with each other with real swords and guns. Whoever can do it will win.

This reserve team is not dispensable for fun. Once something really happens, it really needs to be done on the platform. Needless to say, everyone knows the seriousness of this kind of thing.

"I think this is the best way. How about we just settle it without further ado?" Director Dai from the Cardiac Surgery Department of 301 Hospital finally spoke.

Political Commissar Qiao said at this time: "Judging from what Director Nan reported today, surgery should be possible the day after tomorrow."

Director Nan is the director of the critical care medical team of Academician Meng Lao.

"Then we will meet with each department this afternoon to have a pre-operative discussion. If all indicators are passed, the surgery will be performed on time the day after tomorrow." Dean Liu decided the matter on the spot.

If the condition continues to worsen, there will be no chance of surgery.

"Yes, it has been hard work for all the experts during this period. They took time out of their busy schedules to come for consultation, especially Professor Xu. He has several surgeries every day, and the surgeries are almost done after [-]pm every day." Political Commissar Qiao expressed his gratitude to all the experts. .

It’s true. Director Xu’s daily operations basically have to be done after eleven o’clock. He is too busy. He is really too busy. Fortunately, he has a group of students under him who have grown up. Otherwise, he will really die of exhaustion on the operating table. superior.

In the medical industry, the Matthew effect is actually very obvious.

This is true whether you are a doctor or a hospital. When you become stronger and stronger in a certain professional skill, there will be more and more patients. With more and more patients, you will become more powerful.

For example, cardiac surgery cannot be performed in lower-level hospitals, including most provincial hospitals, and there are only few patients.

In today's information society, patients who want heart surgery cannot be like circumcision. They can just go to a private hospital on the street and spend [-] to [-] to have a Korean-style or Caesar's surgery. One or two thousand, let's do a simple circumcision.

If it is a heart surgery, the patient will definitely think carefully and will not choose a hospital randomly. In the end, he will only choose the strongest hospital.

"Professor Xu, please make arrangements over there and see how they are allocated. Tomorrow we will let three experts demonstrate the surgery. I will also go over to observe and learn, and Professor Dai will also go over to study together." Political Commissar Qiao summarized the meeting.

Dai Yuansheng, the director of 301 Cardiac Surgery Department, although he is also a first-class expert, he is still inferior to Professor An Zhen from Fuwai. Therefore, even though he was at the home court in several meetings, he still did not speak much and appeared taciturn.

Surgery is a real skill, and it all relies on strength. With Professor Xu Yongzhong here, he basically doesn't have much chance to speak.

What does Professor Xu mean by 20 surgeries? In 3 years, one thousand surgeries a year, an average of almost [-] surgeries a day. This is heart surgery.

When it comes to coronary artery bypass grafting, I am not talking about Professor Dai Yuansheng alone, but everyone here is Professor Xu’s little brother. They are completely crushing him. If it weren’t for a broken finger, there would be no reserve team.

"I will definitely study tomorrow!" Professor Dai answered passively.

The patient lives in 301, and the surgery is performed by An Zhen's professor. When it comes to this kind of thing, it is more or less due to my own lack of strength, otherwise it would not be like this.

"Then let me make arrangements. The surgery will start on time at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. How about two surgeries per person? It's no problem to arrange more." Professor Xu said, he is the strongest in his professional field, so he can speak with confidence. Full.

Political Commissar Qiao said: "Just two. Too many will make you tired, and you will have to undergo surgery the day after tomorrow."

This matter is finally decided, and once it is decided, it must be implemented to the letter.

"Let's see Mr. Meng together. Don't stay too long, no more than fifteen minutes." Political Commissar Qiao said with a heavy heart.

Academician Meng Lao is now very weak. Except for doctors and nurses, he does not want to be disturbed by others. Even relatives come to visit, and they are limited to only one minute, just to take a look.

He said he didn't have much time and couldn't waste any more time.

The meeting adjourned. Dean Liu and Political Commissar Qiao took everyone to the ward to visit Academician Meng. Although the daily visits were for medical treatment, Dean Liu and Political Commissar Qiao still did not want to waste too much time of the old Academician, lest they make him anxious and angry. .
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301 Hospital Ward.

Academician Meng Lao was lying on the bed, with various pipes and wires connected to his body. He was already as thin as a stick, and his myocardium only relied on the emergency implanted stent to open the blood vessels and maintain a limited blood supply.

If bypass surgery cannot be performed, the blood supply vessel will eventually become blocked, causing a large area of ​​myocardial infarction and eventually cardiac arrest.

There are various monitoring instruments beside the bed, and various data are beating on the monitoring screen. Doctors and nurses are guarding her 24 hours a day and night. Even ECMO is ready and ready to make the final effort.

Professor Nan Yingshu of the Cardiac Intensive Care Center was sitting in the ward with his team. He checked the results of various examinations from time to time, hoping that the indicators could be stabilized and that he would undergo surgery soon, and absolutely nothing would go wrong.

Academician Meng's wife was also at the bedside, as was his student, Dr. Liu Zhida.In order to let him rest better, the doctor suggested that Academician Meng be sedated, so that he can avoid pain and wait quietly for the operation.

However, the old academician has always refused to use sedation. He insisted on keeping his head clear.

At this time, Academician Meng wanted to raise his hand, but failed several times after trying. The nurse knew that the old academician had something to do, so she immediately whispered in his ear and asked, "Teacher Meng, tell us what you need."

The old academician does not like other titles and always likes others to call him teacher. As a professor of national defense science and technology, he has made great contributions to many key national projects, many of which are groundbreaking and foundational.It has also cultivated a large number of top talents, who are now the backbone of the national defense science and technology field.

"Have I - the computer - the data - been copied out?" The old academician said intermittently, struggling with his hands.

Dr. Liu Zhida, the student who had been accompanying him all the time, held the teacher's hand tightly: "Copy it out, copy it all out."

This was the third time that the old academician asked about the computer data. There was a lot of valuable experimental data on it. He knew that he didn't have much time, and he was afraid that the data would be damaged or lost, causing losses to the country.

"Attention - confidentiality -" the old academician took the student's hand and warned.

Dr. Liu had tears in his eyes: "Teacher Meng, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Meng took a few breaths and lay down to rest again. He had no strength to speak anymore.

After less than 10 minutes of silence, the old academician's fingers began to move again. Dr. Liu Zhida and the nurse moved closer together. The old academician's lips moved several times, but he did not speak. He just kept breathing because it was very laborious to speak.

"Zhi-da--Zhi--da--!"

"Teacher Meng, I'm-" Liu Zhida held the teacher's hand.

Teacher Meng took a few breaths and continued: "Take a notebook - write down - -"

Liu Zhida immediately took out the notebook he carried with him, squatted beside Academician Meng's bed and started recording. He knew that the teacher always remembered work and never cared about his illness.

"-----experiment--change--this--data---remember--"

Academician Meng took a lot of effort to finish what he said. Liu Zhida recorded heartbrokenly on the side, and his tears couldn't stop flowing down. Since the teacher became seriously ill, every time he spoke, it was related to the research topic, and none of the words related to him. .

He lived his life neither for fame nor for profit, and devoted himself silently to the place where the motherland needed it most. Even if he is ill in bed now, he still remembers the research topic.

Every word he said was laborious, but Dr. Liu Zhida could not stop him. He knew that the teacher had to say it. Even if he took a few breaths to say a word, he had to say it.

The waveforms on the ECG monitoring screen began to become denser and the heart rate began to accelerate. The guarding doctor immediately went over to comfort Academician Meng.

"Teacher Meng, take a rest, don't be in a hurry!"

Academician Meng Lao didn't listen at all. He still said word by word. Dr. Liu turned on the recorder and recorded it in a notebook again and again, so that the information on both sides could complement each other and reduce some distortion.

It was in this laborious way that Mr. Meng explained his analysis of the failure of the experiment word by word. It was not until he could no longer speak that he took a breather and rested.

After a recent experiment failed, Mr. Meng has been thinking about the reason. He had some clues at the time, but before he had time to write it down, he fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. After installing a stent, his condition was relieved. Mr. Meng knew that he did not have much time left, no matter what I have to say this no matter what.

Even if he took a breath, Mr. Meng was still thinking about his own topic.

Dr. Liu's heart bleeds every time he writes a word. The teacher is obviously burning the last of his life.

In this way, he talked for a few minutes, rested for a while, talked for a few more minutes, and rested for a few more minutes. Intermittently, Dr. Liu recorded several pages.

For others, speaking is an easy thing, but for Mr. Meng, speaking is extremely difficult.

When Yang Ping followed everyone to the ward, Mr. Meng was lying on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask. Even so, the heart rate on the ECG monitor was still very fast.

The doctors and nurses taking care of the situation wanted to report, but Director Liu made a silent gesture, meaning to keep his voice down.

"I just took a rest. The coagulation function is much better today, the blood sugar is also good, and the electrolytes are also balanced today. Surgery should be possible the day after tomorrow." Professor Nan Yingshu of the Cardiac Intensive Care Center said in a low voice.

Dean Liu also said softly: "If everything is stable, we are ready to arrange surgery the day after tomorrow."

Surgery the day after tomorrow is just right. Director Ying Shunan is also planning to recommend surgery the day after tomorrow because the indicators have just improved today. It will be safer to go to the operating table after stabilizing for one day.

"Zhida——" Mr. Meng coughed several times and gasped.

Everyone stopped talking and stood by the bed and looked at the old academician quietly. The old academician stretched out his thin hand. Dr. Liu quickly leaned over and held the teacher's hand.

"Continue - record!" Mr. Meng said.

He had just rested for a while and had the strength to speak again, so he began to talk about the key points of the experiment again, asking Liu Zhida to continue recording.

In a daze, Mr. Meng felt that there were many people in the room. He grabbed Liu Zhida's hand and said, "Zhida, why are there so many people, keeping it secret?"

"Teacher Meng, we are all doctors and nurses, no one else -" Liu Zhida explained immediately.

Mr. Meng said oh.

"Glasses--help me up--I--want--to draw."

Because what Mr. Meng wants to say now involves drawing, he cannot describe it in words, so he can only draw it himself, and this picture is very crucial.

"Teacher Meng, you can't get up now." Director Ying Shunan immediately stopped him.

Once you get up, your body position changes, which reduces the blood supply to the head and increases the burden on the heart, which can easily lead to accidents.

"It's okay, - I - finished the drawing."

Mr. Meng was very insistent. He had to finish drawing this picture. He didn't care even if his heart stopped immediately after drawing. This picture was so important that he finally remembered it.

Dr. Liu Zhida stood beside the bed with tears in his eyes, not knowing whether to support him or not.

(End of this chapter)