parentshiftbook Chapter 57 Mysterious Surgery!
Chapter 57 Mysterious Surgery!
Early in the morning, Su Ye was on his way to the hospital.
I thought about it all night, until my scalp tingled, but I still couldn't come up with any reliable way to make money. I was poor in my past life, and I'm still poor in this one. Ultimately, I'm just not cut out for making money.
After breakfast.
"Payment of 43 yuan successful..."
This was after Su Ye had already restrained himself. As he went further and further down the path of the extraordinary, his physical body's demand for energy increased. He got hungry very quickly and ate too much. Even a roadside breakfast made Su Ye grit his teeth.
"Won't a superhuman end up starving to death on the streets?"
He shook his head, temporarily suppressing these chaotic thoughts.
That's it.
Go find Old Zhou first.
During last night's phone call, he could hear the seriousness in the old man's tone, and he vaguely felt that this surgery might not be simple.
……
hospital.
It was still early, and there weren't many people in the corridor. Only the early shift nurses hurried by pushing their treatment carts, their shoes making a crisp, rapid sound as they stepped on the floor.
Following the directions given by Zhou Jingtang, Su Ye arrived at a quiet little consultation room.
Push the door open and go inside.
Zhou Jingtang was already sitting there.
The old man was dressed simply today, in a white shirt and a gray coat. Several X-ray films and medical records were spread out in front of him, and a cup of tea that had long since gone cold was on the table. He looked up at Su Ye, nodded, but did not immediately get to the point.
Instead, he raised his hand and pointed to the chair next to him.
"sit."
Su Ye sat down.
Then, Zhou Jingtang spoke.
But instead of talking about who the patient was, he started by lecturing Su Ye, beginning with the most basic anatomy of the pulmonary hilum.
The location of the hilum of the lung.
The anterior-posterior relationship between the pulmonary artery and pulmonary vein.
The angle at which the main bronchus bifurcates.
The radiographic appearance of old scars.
Zhou Jingtang explained in great detail the differences between old foreign body residue and high-density lesions in the open chest view, and even some precautions during suturing.
Su Ye didn't fully react at first.
But as he listened, he understood.
These pieces of knowledge, though seemingly scattered, all point to the same destination.
lung.
To be more precise, it's the area near the hilum of the lung and the old injured lung lobe.
Zhou Jingtang is now more like giving instructions, cramming knowledge for Su Ye, and telling Su Ye the most valuable things he has learned in his decades of clinical practice in the simplest terms.
On the operating table, what truly determines life and death is always this kind of experience.
The more Su Ye listened, the more serious his expression became.
He finally understood why Old Zhou had called him like that last night.
This is not a routine surgery.
The situation is complicated and quite dire; the patient is likely an elderly person in poor health, making surgery extremely difficult under such circumstances.
The old man let out a soft breath, as if he was only now truly feeling tired. He leaned back and raised his hand to rub his temples.
He is old.
Even if one's spirits can still hold up, the weariness that seeps into one's bones can never be hidden.
"Teacher, I've remembered everything."
Zhou Jingtang paused slightly, looked up at Su Ye, and said nothing.
What I learned today was so precious that Su Ye called him "teacher" very earnestly.
Zhou Jingtang's expression turned serious again.
"I only received a call from the province last night about the person who is going to have surgery next. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be transferred here in about an hour."
Su Ye sat up a few degrees straighter.
"This man is an elderly military officer from within the province."
"When I was young, I made great contributions and actually went to the battlefield. I survived by crawling and fighting. Later, in a battle, I had bullet fragments left in my lungs."
At this point, Zhou Jingtang reached out and pushed a piece of paper in front of Su Ye.
"At first, those fragments weren't a big problem, but they were too deep and the risk was too high, so we could only treat them conservatively. But over the years, the old injury has been repeatedly aggravated, and the surrounding tissues have become more and more complicated. Now, new changes have suddenly appeared: chest tightness, coughing up blood, shortness of breath, and severe pain when taking deep breaths. The most troublesome thing is that the high-density shrapnel that should have been visible on the X-rays has become increasingly blurred in terms of its boundaries."
"His condition is extremely serious."
Su Ye looked down at the film.
High-density shadow.
Traces of old wounds.
The hilar region is involved.
There were also several strangely distributed shadows, resembling metal but not quite metal, mixed together in a smoky form.
Su Ye's heart sank immediately.
Indeed, they are not simple.
Zhou Jingtang continued:
"This surgery is very dangerous."
"After opening the chest, it's not just a simple matter of removing foreign objects. In that area, blood vessels, bronchi, scars, and old injuries are all intertwined. If not handled properly, it can lead to massive bleeding. If it gets even worse, the patient won't make it off the operating table, let alone when the patient's physical condition is already extremely bad."
He paused for a moment at this point.
The voice remained calm, but within that calmness, an undisguised heaviness was revealed.
"Performing surgery is physically demanding."
"I'm old now."
"To be honest, I'm genuinely worried that I won't be able to make it halfway through."
Su Ye's expression changed instantly.
For someone like Old Zhou to say he couldn't handle it means that this surgery was so serious that even someone of his caliber had to prepare for the worst.
Zhou Jingtang seemed to have guessed the shock in Su Ye's heart and waved his hand.
"There's nothing I can do about it. At this stage, this surgery is something only I can do. The old guys who are qualified to perform this surgery are not in as good physical condition as I am right now."
These words were spoken in a plain and simple manner, yet Su Ye felt an increasing respect for them.
to be honest.
Given the importance of the patient and the dangerous situation, most doctors, regardless of their professorship, wouldn't dare to take on the task. If the elderly patient hadn't survived the surgery, the consequences would have been far beyond what ordinary people could bear.
The old man in front of us took all the responsibility upon himself.
"What kind of look is that? Healing and saving lives is our duty, and as for the consequences, those are matters for what happens after we die."
Zhou Jingtang began to explain the patient's symptoms, history of previous injuries, changes in imaging, and consultation opinions to Su Ye, one by one.
Su Ye listened very attentively.
The more I listened, the heavier my heart became.
This is a surgery that dances on the edge of life and death.
After Old Zhou finished speaking, the room was quiet for a few seconds.
Su Ye slowly exhaled, and his gaze finally calmed down.
"I understand. I won't let my guard down at that time."
Zhou Jingtang looked at him, and a hint of satisfaction finally appeared in his eyes.
This was Su Ye's first time participating in surgery in such a position, and the first surgery he was given was one of extremely important one.
To say I'm not nervous would be a lie.
The story behind this surgery is not so simple.
The military's weight.
Pressure from the province.
The old man's reputation.
And in that lung, old wounds and mutations intertwine in an unknown state.