Surgery Godfather Chapter 514 - 514 469 Saving one is saving one

Chapter 514: Chapter 469: Saving one is saving one. Chapter 514: Chapter 469: Saving one is saving one. Yang Ping didn’t pay any attention to anything that didn’t concern saving lives. That was an issue for the higher-ups. He was just here to focus on the surgery.

Save one life at a ti – there was no better way to do it.

Knowing nearly every anatomy detail like the back of his hand, Yang Ping worked at a rapid pace.

The CT scan images of this male patient were instantly converted into operational directives in his mind.

Where the injury was, where it was bleeding, how fast the blood was coming out, which parts threatened life the most, and which parts needed priority — all of these were naturally transford into a clear sequence.

He opened the chest without any hesitation.

His actions were as smooth and effortless as if he were cutting through skin.

He stopped the bleeding in the diastinum, relieved the tamponade, repaired any lungs that could be repaired, and decisively removed those beyond repair.

All was done with the sole aim of saving a life. Any unnecessary actions were cast aside and every move was direct and to the point.

The mory-alloy rib clamp held the ribs in place in order to restore the normal thoracic structure.

Then, their focus shifted to the pelvis, which ant dealing with imnse risks.

For anyone else, opening the pelvis at this point would be out of the question. Their first thought would be to stop the bleeding using interventional embolization, then stabilize the pelvis using external gadgets, and only contemplate opening the pelvis after the blood pressure was stabilized.

If the pelvis was opened now, once the closed volu was compromised, the pressure in the retroperitoneal space would drop instantly. The blood would gush forth even more rapidly under this new pressure difference, leading to the imdiate death of the patient due to hemorrhagic shock.

However, if the bleeding wasn’t stopped right away, the blood pressure would be impossible to stabilize, and there would be no hope of survival for the victim. It was the only path to victory — they had no other choice.

Despite the high risk, the pelvis had to be opened. Any conservative asures such as attempting interventional embolization would be a waste of crucial ti.

The sound of the suction device hissed in the background. Blood was everywhere but Yang Ping had already inserted the tip of his vascular forceps into the bleeding point with steady hands.

He clamped and knotted the vessel in one smooth movent, completing all actions within the river of blood.

Once the bleeding subsided and a clear surgical field appeared, Yang Ping had already managed to stop the bleeding from several key vessels.

Song Zimo looked on, bewildered. What kind of technique was this? The surgery area was flooded with blood, and yet, he was able to successfully tie off the blood vessels within this sea of blood.

Every single tie-off that Yang Ping made, unbelievably, was precise.

Could his eyes pierce through the blood?

How else could he have such impressive blind maneuverability?

The blood vessels that were tied off within the bloody mire were all the most crucial sources of bleeding. So of these ruptured blood vessels had already retracted, and even a perfect view during surgery couldn’t ensure such an easy operation.

“The CT scans provide information about the distribution of the hematomas, and you could infer which vessels are damaged. When one is familiar with anatomy to a certain extent, one can find the bleeding point even with closed eyes since there are seldom anomalies,” Yang Ping explained as he operated, to prevent Song Zimo from mistaking him as a magician.

It made sense. Just like typing — when one is proficient enough, there’s no need to look at the keyboard or even think. When you want to type a character, your fingers will naturally type the correct keys.

As Song Zimo hesitated, Yang Ping had already tied off several other vessels.

With the bleeding from the venous plexus around the sacrum stopped, the pelvic bleeding was completely under control, and all the organs had been thoroughly examined.

After repairing the damaged organs, they began reducing and fixing the fractures in the pelvic acetabulum.

The crisscrossing reconstruction plates were nailed onto the pelvis, the separated pubic symphysis too was fixed with a steel plate, and the shattered and deford pelvis was surprisingly back to normal.

“The blood pressure is rising, 85/48mmHg,” Liang Fatty reported the vital signs periodically.

Finally, the blood pressure began to rise slowly, marking the beginning of a reversal.

The patient’s life, after lingering on the brink, began to revive and slowly moved away from the critical line.

Fractures of both femur shafts were treated. They were closed and reduced, followed by intradullary nailing. All these steps flowed smoothly, without any breaks.

The trauma surgeries all over the body were successfully completed in one go, and the vital signs were within the stable range.

“90/62mmHg—” Liang Fatty continued to report the blood pressure.

If the blood bank could supply AB type blood in ti, this boy would undoubtedly make it through the danger.

He was just sixteen, in the pri of his life. He should not be robbed of it so soon!

“How is it going?”

Old Han was moving between the operation rooms to keep up-to-date on the progress of each surgery.

“I think we managed to pull him back,” Yang Ping looked up and replied.

Old Han felt sowhat relieved. Every life saved counted.

“Tell the ICU to watch for fat embolism, pulmonary embolism!”

Having given his orders, Yang Ping took off his surgical gown — without any rest, he rushed to the next room to participate in the rescue of the female driver.

With Director Ouyang and Dr. Jin, as well as two deputy chief physicians from the General and Thoracic Surgery Departnts, they were hurriedly conducting a surgery on the female driver. They had only just made the incision in her chest and her heart had already stopped beating.

The female driver’s life was dependent on the support of an artificial cardiopulmonary machine.

They were performing cardiac massage within the chest. The thoracic surgeon held the heart in his hands, rhythmically applying pressure and injecting adrenaline into the heart, but there was still no response.

The heart in his hands felt like a chunk of dead at, showing no signs of beating at all.

When this woman, in her drunken stupor, drove her Maserati into the crowd, did she even give a thought to what the consequences might be?

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In the ergency lobby, the middle-aged father of the female driver, a man in his fifties, was continuously on the phone calling people. Perhaps he was trying to save his daughter or find soone to help clean up the ss she’d caused.

A woman oozing opulence, the mother of the female driver, was anxiously trying to force her way into the operation room every now and then.

They were surrounded by followers dressed in suits and lawyers who had rushed to the scene with their briefcases.