Student Xie was speaking as if it was magical, but whether making an incision in this position would be as miraculous as she claid needed to be proven through practice. As long as the surgeon adjusted the surgery according to her suggestions, if the final effect proved her right, but the valve couldn’t fit properly, it would only prove she was bragging.
The surgical team on the operating table began to proceed with the next steps.
Others in the operating room, including the anesthesiologist, the surgical nurses, and Du ngen and the others who were staying here to learn, had long been prepared to squeeze in from outside to watch. Everyone’s curiosity was piqued to the extre because what Student Xie said made everyone’s heads, including Dr. Yuh’s, spin like a maze.
As initially stated, forcefully pulling the valve opening tissue and strongly sewing in a new valve was possible, but Du Yeqing believed this was not the best option for the patient’s heart. Forced lons are never sweet.
Now, an incision was made, and a part of the hypertrophic muscle pointed out by Student Xie was cut away. Before the artificial valve was implanted, everyone could see the situation had changed.
"This muscle contracted," Dr. Yuh pointed out in surprise.
The muscle retraction pulled the associated tissue, drawing the abnormal part of the valve opening back.
Seeing this situation, the Chief Surgeon was more confident and imdiately continued to place the artificial valve.
The surgery entered a smooth phase.
Shim Youhuan nodded in satisfaction, thinking that he finally didn’t need to call Zhang Huayao over.
At the operating room door, a nurse was peeking in, probably asking if the surgeons wanted to eat.
Guess they wouldn’t eat. Once the surgery follows the established procedure, the doctors will proceed to complete it without creating further complications; they won’t even think about eating, no matter how much their stomachs growl. Once they get through the hungriest feeling, they’re not so hungry anymore.
Looking up at the clock, Shim Youhuan saw it was nine o’clock and couldn’t help but think of the call Junior Cao made earlier. Judging by this, Junior Cao was destined to eat alone tonight, and it was impossible to ask a lady out for dinner.
(Cao Yong: Idiot~)
At this hour, the Guoxie Hospitalization Departnt was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep. During hospitalization, patients are mainly for rest, so sleeping early is expected. The ninth floor neurosurgery departnt is different from other departnts, it has beco lively, crowded with experts.
Coincidentally, tonight, it was not Huang Zhilei on duty as the general surgery resident, but Zhou Junpeng. Receiving a call saying there was an unusual commotion in neurosurgery, Zhou Junpeng hurried to the neurosurgery departnt to see what was going on, while also calling Fu Xinheng to report.
"Teacher Fu." Zhou Junpeng opened his mouth, only rembering tonight that Fu Xinheng and Chang Jiawei had gone out for dinner, and the dinner location was said to be uncertain.
"Mm." Fu Xinheng received his call, seeming to anticipate what he wanted to say, and said, "I’m on my way back."
"Yes—" Zhou Junpeng was about to say that there was an ergency patient in neurosurgery.
"I’m in neurosurgery."
A big written surprise was on Zhou Junpeng’s face. He just received the information; how did Fu Xinheng outside know the news sooner?
Holding his phone, he sprinted to the ninth-floor neurosurgery departnt.
The neurosurgery ward corridor was quiet, no abnormal ECG monitor alarm sounded.
Zhou Junpeng glanced around, there was no crowd gathering at any ward door. From a doctor’s experience, if a rescue was underway, the ward entrance would definitely be crowded with people. Who doesn’t love to watch the excitent?
Too quiet, no rescue? Or did the rescue finish and the patient died? Or was the patient sent elsewhere?
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