It was Zhang Shuping himself pacing in the corridor outside the operating room. Spotting Song Xueling sprinting by and sensing sothing was wrong, he rushed over.
"Let him wait outside. Close the door. Don’t let this affect the procedure," Gao Zhaocheng ordered the nurse.
The nurse rushed over and, without a second thought, pushed the young man lingering at the doorway out and shut the operating room door.
Zhang Shuping, now blocked outside, froze in disbelief. He couldn’t understand how soone who usually treated him so well had suddenly beco so cold and ruthless. Regaining his composure, Zhang Shuping anxiously called out, "Uncle!"
Uncle? What’s with the ’Uncle’? Isn’t he supposed to be a dical student by now? Zhang Huayao’s gray eyes flickered coldly, already planning to give his nephew a lesson later.
"Hand it to ." Two concise words issued as an instruction to the nurse, as Zhang Huayao extended his gloved palm.
The nurse imdiately placed the puncture needle into his hand.
Lowering his head to look at his mother’s body, Zhang Huayao steadied his breathing, then guided the puncture needle downward. A sharp glint flashed—
The Boss’s operating speed was swift; with one precise motion, the needle entered the left subclavian vein effortlessly, as if it were as simple as eating or getting dressed.
It’s worth noting that once the needle enters the subclavian vein, the pacing wire must be guided through the sheath into the apex of the right ventricle. This kind of delicate procedure is typically perford in an interventional suite under X-ray guidance for maximum safety. In contrast, what was happening now—a blind insertion perford mid-surgery—was an ergency asure born of necessity.
Truly deserving of his title as the Boss, Zhang Huayao completed the blind insertion in just one minute. It seed his technique operated at the peak of muscle mory, requiring no conscious thought.
The surrounding younger doctors watched intently, feeling deeply impressed and educated.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the temporary pacing wire slid smoothly into the sheath. In no ti, Zhang Huayao’s hands paused.
The nurses here had never tead with him before and were half a beat slow to respond. Standing beside the nurse, Xie Wanying, quick-eyed and swift-handed, imdiately connected the end of the catheter to the pacemaker.
Noticing her impeccable and lightning-fast response to his actions out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Huayao’s gray eyes narrowed faintly.
The monitor beeped steadily: beep-beep, beep-beep. At last, the patient’s heart rate began to climb.
"Phew!" Zhang Tinghai plopped down onto a stool, relieved that he had made the right choice. If he had gone to call the cardiologists or cardiac surgeons, they’d have needed ti to understand the situation, followed by noisy deliberations. By then, the delay could’ve easily turned fatal.
There was no other way. Given Teacher Lu’s prominence, any mishap would have everyone so on edge that decisions might beco haphazard.
Thankfully, thankfully, the most critical mont in the operating room had passed.
The surgical team didn’t loosen their vigilance just yet. A group of them crowded together, heads bowed, starting to discuss what had caused the patient’s sudden condition.
"Third-degree atrioventricular block. Teacher’s earlier electrocardiograms didn’t show any trace of this," Tao Zhijie noted, his usually cheerful, elegant brow now furrowed even more tightly after Teacher Lu’s illness. Despite her apparent stabilization, not even a hint of relief touched his expression.
"The dical records." Tan Kelin spoke bluntly, requesting the patient’s prior records for another review, hoping to uncover so clue about the sudden condition.
Flipping through the patient’s records, Zhang Tinghai spoke to the chief surgeons, "Nothing, nothing. Teacher’s heart has always been fragile. I’ve reviewed her electrocardiograms countless tis. If she really had a problem like this, the cardiologists or cardiac surgeons would’ve caught it long ago and inserted a pacemaker beforehand."
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