Chapter 897: Chapter 789: Do not have surgery for now Chapter 897: Chapter 789: Do not have surgery for now Elder ng struggled to get up by himself as nobody moved to assist him.
Doctors, nurses, Elder Academician ng’s spouse, and Dr. Liu Zhida imdiately went to support Elder ng, allowing him to rise slowly. A nurse swiftly placed a pillow behind his lower back because the change in position suddenly increased the heart’s burden, causing Elder ng to gasp for air incessantly.
The heart rate on the electrocardiogram monitoring screen also sped up significantly. Director Nan Yingshu closely observed the data, ready to intervene with rescue asures at any sign of anomaly.
Fortunately, there was only an increase in heart rate without any obvious arrhythmia.
“Increase the oxygen flow a bit,” Director Nan instructed the nurse.
The nurse imdiately increased the oxygen flow to cope with the recent increase in heart rate.
“Paper—Pen—”
Although Elder ng’s speech was weak and intermittent, one could detect his determination.
Dr. Liu Zhida quickly handed him a clipboard and pen, helping him to hold it steady.
Elder ng leaned against the headboard, eyes closed, gasping, with an expression of intense pain on his face.
It took a full five minutes for Elder ng to catch his breath slightly. While wearing an oxygen mask, with his spouse and the nurse supporting him and Dr. Liu stabilizing the clipboard, Elder ng began drawing. His hand shook continuously as he held the pen, and despite fighting to control it, he simply couldn’t.
If it were just text, he could dictate, but drawing couldn’t be conveyed in words. Even a forced verbal description could easily distort the truth, and even a single detail off could cause the entire experint to fail again.
Elder ng had to draw the figure himself while sitting up. This drawing was critically important, containing key technical details of the entire experint. He had just figured out the results before falling ill. After being admitted to the hospital, for a ti, he couldn’t recall the details of the diagram, but now that it had co back to him, he had to capture it on paper promptly.
Seeing Elder ng in such agony, his spouse held back tears and implored him:
“Rest for a while, please!”
Elder ng didn’t speak; he needed every bit of energy for the drawing since his mory had been affected after falling ill. He had pondered over this image for so long, and he had finally rembered it.
To Elder ng, as long as he could get the drawing down, nothing else mattered.
The entire ward fell silent, save for the various dical devices’ noises. Everyone maintained their posture to make Elder ng’s drawing as comfortable as possible.
The trembling pen slowly and laboriously moved across the paper, turning what should have been straight lines into jagged ones. Elder ng paused, pen in hand: “Zhida—Can you—understand—this?”
Dr. Liu Zhida nodded: “I understand.”
Assured that Dr. Liu could understand him, Elder ng resud drawing. The farther he went, the more difficult it beca, but he didn’t give up, afraid that if he did, he might never get another chance to complete the diagram.
After a while, Elder ng stopped to catch his breath.
“My—glasses—help —put them on,” Elder ng’s vision was blurry.
His spouse gently reminded him, “You’re wearing them.”
“Oh—”
Elder ng didn’t say more; as his breathing eased, he began to draw again.
Professor Yang and all the doctors were deeply moved by this scene, remaining in respectful silence, their eyes moist with tears.
Dean Liu signaled, indicating that it was ti for everyone to leave if they didn’t have any other issues. They shouldn’t stay too long so as not to disturb the Old Academician’s work.
As everyone left the ward, Elder ng continued drawing, wearing his oxygen mask, seeming to use every last ounce of energy to finish the diagram.
Once outside the ward, everyone sat down in the office on the sa floor. For at least ten minutes, no one spoke; they just sat in silence.
The reason was that everyone’s eyes were wet, and their voices hoarse; they didn’t want to be the first to break the silence, revealing their intense waves of emotion.
After a long while, Dean Liu adjusted his mood and said:
“Everyone has seen the state of the Old Academician just now. The authority has instructed us to spare no effort!”
Commissioner Qiao took a deep breath: “I hope we can do sothing for him.”
Professor Xu didn’t speak; it was just his luck to have a thumb fracture at this ti, when he had to perform a procedure requiring the placent of nine bridges on an incessantly beating heart, with each bridge needing to be flawless. Elder ng’s coronary arteries were already arteriosclerotic, and a re slip during the bypass could easily tear the blood vessels.
The difficulty of the task was indeed overwhelming!
Moreover, he had the added obstacle of a fractured thumb, sothing he’d have to deal with in the operating room.
Director Xu, always confident in coronary bypass, felt a massive pressure. But there was no one more suitable than himself, so co what may, he had to fulfill the mission.
“The coagulation function has just recovered today, electrolytes have also stabilized. It was high potassium before, but it’s co down today. Director Nan said that with another day to stabilize, we should be able to operate. We need to seize this opportunity and quickly complete the surgery. Director Xu, it’s a tough task for you to arrange the reserve team tomorrow,” Commissioner Qiao reminded.
The closer it got to the surgery, the more Director Xu felt the importance of the reserve team. Should his injury severely affect the surgery, the backup chief surgeon must really be ready to step in. It was not just talk.
“Yes! Surgery is scheduled for eight o’clock tomorrow morning—two operations per person. I will arrange everything today so that tomorrow morning, the three experts will gather in our cardiothoracic surgery’s large office. We will have soone accompany you to change and wash up in the operating room. I hope Professor Zhong and Professor Yang can find ti to co to Anzhen this afternoon to get familiar with our environnt,” Director Xu replied.
“I’ll visit Anzhen this afternoon. Thanks for your hard work, Old Xu,” Professor Zhong greeted Professor Xu.
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