Chapter 1168: The human heart can be very capricious.
Speaking of which, there was a cardiology boss at the scene, soone who had been monitoring the patient’s heart more closely than anyone else. Even so, it seems even the boss couldn’t predict this beforehand.
So, what does the boss think now?
After carefully confirming the adoptive mother’s heart had temporarily stabilized, Zhang Huayao, like everyone else, was rapidly pondering this issue. Based on his experience, he would not rule out Adams-Stokes syndro or a vagus nerve reflex. He asked, “How much bleeding so far?”
“The bleeding is only about 80 milliliters so far,” Zhang Tinghai replied. He wasn’t defending Tao Zhijie’s team; it was his duty as the anesthesiologist to monitor the patient in real ti during the surgery.
For such a major operation, if the patient’s blood loss is only 80 milliliters, it shows how exceptional today’s surgical team truly is.
“Did the surgery injure the vagus nerve?” Zhang Huayao asked again.
“The gallbladder portion was completed earlier,” Lau Jingyun quickly answered, sighing heavily. No one wanted today’s unexpected event to happen.
The surgery was in its final stage, with only the sutures left to close everything up. If it weren’t for the sudden ergency, the operation might have been finished in another ten minutes. Under such circumstances, Zhang Huayao, who had been observing the entire procedure closely, couldn’t avoid seeing the problem. One could only say that this sudden heart issue with his mother might completely upend his years of clinical experience, rendering it useless.
A dreadful silence suddenly filled the entire operating room. The problem had to be identified, or the surgery couldn’t be concluded. They feared sending the patient back to the ward only to find later that the complication stemd from the surgery itself—then it might be too late to fix the situation.
Everyone suddenly recalled: Who was the first to diagnose Teacher Lu’s condition in the beginning? Could this person possibly know sothing?
“Yingying,” Tao Zhijie turned his head to her, hoping to understand the reasoning behind how his little junior gave her diagnosis.
Seeing Teacher Tan also turning to her, Xie Wanying’s elegant brows showed a trace of conflict, reminding her once again of her grandfather.
Speaking of the heart’s terrifying nature in the eyes of doctors—it necessitated a specialized field of cardiology—because when it cos to sudden, mysterious death, the causes might remain untraceable, leaving doctors utterly helpless. The heart acts like an extrely willful demon: if it wants soone dead, they’re dead. It’s akin to Yama, King of Hell, decreeing a death at midnight—who can extend life until dawn?
Teacher Zhang being called King Yama Zhang might stem from this reasoning. Fighting with Yama for lives—isn’t he essentially another version of Yama?
“I think there’s no specific reason,” Xie Wanying looked up and replied to her senior brother. “It might simply be because Teacher Lu is getting old.”
Her answer left Zhang Tinghai and the others dumbfounded.
Could that even count as a dical explanation? Didn’t it essentially an there was no underlying cause?
This little junior, with her straightforward nature, sotis spoke too clinically exact. Tao Zhijie’s brows and lips, tense and taut, couldn’t help but relax slightly into a faint curve.
Tan Kelin shook his head; there was nothing to do but accept this student’s bluntness.
Dr. Xie wasn’t wrong. Song Xueling wiped the sweat off his hands, his serene brown eyes blinking as he recalled her words before surgery: in monts like this, doctors can only react swiftly and fight against Death God, putting every ounce of effort into saving lives. Perhaps her words had prepared him, enabling him to run like a hundred-ter sprinter earlier.
Everyone now turned to wait for Zhang Huayao’s input. After all, this boss was an expert in cardiothoracic surgery and could always provide more professional insights.
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