Doctor of Healing

Chapter 330 This is not a best effort game, but a death game
"Dean Zhao." Director Bai walked out of the operating room and came to Dean Zhao's side.

Because the operating room had to step on the line, Dean Zhao hid far away.Director Bai understood his mentality very well and was used to it.

After reporting on the patient's condition, Director Bai said, "The patient has just undergone a heart transplant. If the patient is under general anesthesia again and the jugular vein is cut 5-8cm to take out the Swan-Ganz floating catheter, there may be serious problems. .”

Dean Zhao's face sank like water.

After Director Bai finished his report, he was silent for a while and asked, "Is there any other way?"

"I don't think so for the time being." Director Bai said, "Dean Zhao, how do you think you will explain to the patient's family?"

Heart transplantation is a part of scientific research, so Zhao Jixiang snatched it from the clinical director.

If the ghost heart can be fully developed in the future, the history of the Second Affiliated Hospital will definitely use thick pen and ink to record this credit, which is what Zhao Jixiang wants.

But he didn't expect that the operation would go well and the patient's recovery would be smooth, but he would encounter a situation where the Swan-Ganz catheter was knotted in the blood vessel.

Originally a perfect operation, Zhao Jixiang was at a loss when he encountered a god-damn accident.

He calmed down and kicked the ball back habitually, "Director Bai, how do you want to solve it?"

"I don't have a particularly good solution. I can only explain to the patient's family. If it is really impossible, if the patient can't come down, be prepared for the blockage of the office building."

"..."

Zhao Jixiang's brain felt cold.

Because it was a heart transplant, the patient's family also had some identity and status, so in the early stage, Zhao Jixiang was communicating and communicating, and Director Bai basically didn't show up.

Moreover, Director Bai has always been slippery, and if he wanted to shake the blame, he probably would never accept it.

Zhao Jixiang sighed deeply, "Director Bai, we have worked together for many years, and next year you will go up half a step to be in charge of the clinic."

"Dean Zhao, it's hard to say what will happen in the future."

"You can deal with it." Zhao Jixiang patted his chest, "If something goes wrong, it's me. If nothing happens, the patient will be discharged from the hospital. Both of us deserve credit."

Zhao Jixiang said the last sentence very seriously and sincerely.

He was mainly frightened by Director Bai's words of blocking the office building, so that he secretly offered a big benefit.

However, Director Bai still didn't answer.

"Principal Zhao, I'm still waiting inside. I can't think of a solution for the time being. I'll follow your instructions. You can see what to do." Director Bai said distressedly.

Zhao Jixiang looked at Director Bai's scheming expression, and said simply and contemptuously, "Director Bai, this is your fault. What time is it now, let me leave it here, you just let it go, something happened It's mine, my old Zhao is not the one to throw the blame away."

"Really?"

"real."

At this moment, Zhao Jixiang really didn't want to communicate with the patient's family. He had just had a successful operation, and he had already spoken to the fullest.

"Then I'll give it a try." Director Bai said cautiously, "Just give it a try, Dean Zhao."

"Let go and do it!"

Director Bai took out his mobile phone and called Director Liu.

"Director Liu, ask Ji Xiang to come up, immediately, immediately."

When Zhao Jixiang heard the name Ji Xiang, his face suddenly turned dark, as if covered with a layer of pot bottom ash.

He didn't expect that the Swan-Ganz catheter was knotted in the blood vessel, and Director Bai, like Zhao Xiangming, wanted to find Ji Xiang to solve the problem.

"Director Bai..."

"Dean Zhao, this is my only solution, or else you come here." Director Bai said bluntly.

Dean Zhao frowned, and sighed, "I don't doubt the employment, let's let it go if I didn't say it."

He thought viciously in his heart, do you really think I can't throw the blame?Just kidding your mother, find a regular trainer to perform the operation.

Zhao Jixiang really didn't believe that Jixiang could do anything.

And if you ask Ji Xiang to do the surgery, don't take it too easy.

After thinking about this matter, Zhao Jixiang's mood improved a lot, he relaxed, and he had already figured out how to get rid of the blame in the future.

Soon, Director Liu came up with Ji Xiang.

"Doctor Xiao Ji." Director Bai went up to meet him, raised his head slightly, and stared at Ji Xiang.

"Director Bai, is the catheter for 12F ready?"

"Have."

"That's good, I'll have surgery."

"Is the difficulty high?"

"Extremely simple."

"Simple?!" Director Bai and Dean Zhao were surprised at the same time.

They all knew what happened to the patient. The Swan-Ganz floating catheter was knotted in the blood vessel. They didn't know what other good ways to solve the problem other than incision and removal.

Even if there is, the difficulty will definitely rise to the sky.

But what did Ji Xiang say?
simple!
"It's hard to explain what I said. You have to hurry up, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with a thrombus at the knotted position of the Swan-Ganz catheter. Once there is a pulmonary embolism, you will have to toss again." Ji Xiang said.

"!!!"

Before he had time to hesitate, Director Bai nodded and greeted, "Director Zhao, let's go together."

"Okay." Director Zhao ran to get ready.

As soon as he took a step, Zhao Xiangming's left foot was on top of his right foot, and he fell to the ground on a big horse.

"Director Zhao?"

Zhao Xiangming lay motionless on the ground.

Director Bai snorted coldly.

Damn it, everyone knew it was a dead end game, but no one dared to take it.

Zhao Xiangming, an old man, actually came out with a move of pretending to be dead, which is simply eye-catching!

Director Bai cursed in his heart, but Zhao Xiangming pretended to be unconscious when he said everything, without saying a word, just lying on the ground obediently.

As a neurosurgeon, Director Bai has a hundred ways to make him look good.

But what Jixiang said just now was in his ears - we must hurry up, otherwise once a blood clot occurs, secondary pulmonary embolism will be troublesome.

"Intervention Department, Professor Ma, you follow." Director Bai pointed casually, and Professor Ma just nodded as if he had eaten bitter melon, but did not speak.

Zhao Jixiang was not careless, he was afraid that something would happen again, so he put on a lead suit and went in with him.

Ji Xiang put on a lead suit, brushed his hands, and then stood on the operating table.

"12F arterial sheath."

The 12F catheter was delivered to Jixiang.

At the puncture site of the Swan-Ganz catheter, Jixiang pulled out the original sheath, and then put in the 12F arterial sheath.

His hands are steady.

"Doctor Xiaoji." Professor Ma asked distressedly, "What are you going to do?"

"It's done." Ji Xiang said calmly.

"what?!"

"Professor Ma hasn't solved the problems during surgery for other departments?"

"no."

"Oh, no wonder then."

Jixiang said, and began to pull the Swan-Ganz catheter out.

"Slow down!" Professor Ma reminded subconsciously.

"It's very simple, here, look." Ji Xiang pulled his hand out, the 12F arterial sheath was very wide, and the knotted part of the Swan-Ganz catheter came out without hindrance.

Zhao Jixiang's eyelids twitched.

Director Bai immediately stared at the ECG monitor.

Sinus rhythm, 92 beats per minute, normal blood pressure, normal oxygen saturation, the patient does not seem to feel anything.

(End of this chapter)