Chapter 887: Chapter 783: The Ceiling of Aortic Dissection_2 Chapter 887: Chapter 783: The Ceiling of Aortic Dissection_2 This kind of ergency surgery, if in a hospital without experience, would definitely be chaotic, with no idea of what to do, at most offering so basic first-aid asures amidst the panic.
Hospitals capable of performing aortic dissection surgeries are few, and those that can perform such severe aortic dissection surgeries are just Anzhen and Fuwai, the two giants of cardiovascular surgery in China.
Director Xin of Fuwai, with more than twenty years of experience in major vascular surgery, has many patients who, in order to be swiftly rescued in case of a second episode, choose to live and work near the hospital closest to Director Xin for the sake of relying on his skills to save their lives in an ergency.
Pingche pushed the patient into the operating room, where Yang Ping and the team were already prepared.
Transferring to the bed, administering anesthesia, sterilization, laying the drape—not a second to waste, Yang Ping imdiately opened the chest, his movents so swift that Professor Cao was left in awe.
Fifty years in dicine, and he had never seen such surgical speed, fast yet orderly, rapidly progressing.
How many surgeries would it take to beco this skilled?
Thoracotomy and laparotomy revealed the aorta, swollen with blood like a giant balloon, automatically exposing itself. The walls of the blood vessels were thin, the “balloon” throbbed with the heartbeat, ever at risk of exploding.
Yang Ping imdiately blocked the aorta temporarily, collaborated with the extracorporeal circulation team, stopped the heart, and initiated extracorporeal circulation.
To save ti, to fight for every extra mont for the rescue, Yang Ping proceeded to explore further.
A long incision extended from the chest down to the abdon, and upwards to the neck, continuing down past the groin area of both thighs. The extent of the vascular tear had reached down to the arteries below the groin and up to the carotid arteries, a veritable ceiling for aortic tears.
The range of the tear had surpassed the angiography images, indicating it was continuing to tear during transfer.
Professor Cao, as a seasoned expert, had never witnessed such extensive tearing, almost holding his heart in his hand as he watched the surgery.
The movents were so fast that Professor Cao felt dizzy, the entire aorta was opened from top to bottom, and the artificial blood vessel was gently placed in it, followed by hundreds, perhaps thousands of stitches, none of which could leak blood.
Yang Ping’s hands were incredibly fast and incredibly steady, like a finely-tuned machine, precise and stable.
Professor Cao dared not even breathe heavily on the side, the urgency of the surgery was simply the pinnacle of major vascular surgery, not only fast but also very thorough in stopping bleeding, with most of it proactively tackled rather passive, so much so that by the end of the surgery, there was no need for additional hemostasis.
“Marfan Syndro!”
Yang Ping gently placed the needle holder in the nurse’s curved plate and declared.
“Severe vascular calcification,” Yang Ping added.
“Is it finished?” Professor Cao looked at the electronic clock on the wall.
Yang Ping nodded, “The chest and abdon can be closed now.”
Still under two hours, such surgery would usually take at least 6 hours, even when Xin Weicong was in his best condition, it was six hours.
Director Ouyang Songhua observed the entire surgery, his thoughts syncing with the pace of the operation, too afraid to speak. Now that the surgery was over, he still did not dare to speak.
“It seems that properties near the hospital are going to increase in value now!” Professor Cao joked.
Zhang Lin didn’t understand what Professor Cao ant, wondering how discussing real estate ca up during surgery, the expert’s train of thought seed too erratic.
“When he wakes up, tell him to rent or buy property near the hospital, and it would be best to choose a workplace near Sanbo Hospital as well,” Professor Cao suggested.
Song Zimo looked at Zhang Lin’s puzzled face, “In a few years, there might be a recurrence. In the South China region, only the professor can save him. Living near Sanbo Hospital is like buying a life insurance policy.”
So that was it!
“No wonder Wang Changxin bought another property near the hospital. He wants to live in the sa community as the professor. That man is clever.”
“How is he doing now, has anyone called to follow up, and is there a regular X-ray check-up?”
“He’s still in Africa, said he’s been very busy lately, mining more and more gold.”
“Didn’t they say it was a discarded mine sold to him after others were done with it?”
“Yes, it was discarded by others, due to inaccurate surveys previously. The original owner had hired Japanese to survey it, and after surveying, they reported very little gold, making mining costs high and valueless. The original owner deceived Wang Changxin, saying it was a rich vein, while he shifted investnts elsewhere, thus selling the mine to him at half price.”
“Old Wang turned his luck around, from singing on the sky bridge, that rendition of ‘Boundless Sea and Sky’ really brought tears to the eyes.”
“I heard that so of the beggars who used to sing with him are now in Africa, working for him.”
“Is that so?”
“Not long ago, one of them ca back and asked to help arrange a health check-up. He said he was one of Wang Changxin’s brothers, a guitarist from the sky bridge band. I asked him what he was doing now, and he said he was following Wang Changxin in opening a gold mine in Africa, and had already made a fortune.”
As Yang Ping took a mont to rest, Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang were closing the chest and abdon, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and conversation lightened the mood.
Professor Cao couldn’t help but smile wryly. These young people were indeed bold with talent; that instance was truly frightening, yet they were casually chatting away.
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