flstandardbreds Chapter 150 The operation was successful
Chapter 150 The operation was successful
In front of the main gate of Kuncheng Central Hospital, Jiang Chengyu was anxious, pacing back and forth, his eyes fixed on the end of the street, eagerly waiting for the ambulance to arrive. His brows were furrowed, his expression full of worry.
At this time, Song Shijie was driving at lightning speed, and the wheels made a sharp sound when they rubbed against the ground. Mu Xiaoji was sitting in the passenger seat, his face pale, tightly holding the handle on the roof, his body swaying slightly as the car sped.
Song Shijie's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his eyes were anxious, and he asked anxiously: "Chenxi, where will Jiang Chengyu go? Grandma suddenly fell ill, what should we do?"
"Dad, don't worry. Cheng Yu is already waiting in the hospital. He promised me that he would cure grandma. He checked into the Hailar Hotel as soon as he left home. He is ready at any time."
The sound of the ambulance sirens echoed through the streets. As soon as the car arrived at the hospital, Jiang Chengyu rushed over like an arrow, his figure was particularly agile in the sun. He quickly helped lift the medical bed and walked firmly towards the hospital emergency room with the medical staff.
Song Shijie arrived almost at the same time, and he and Mu Xiaoji followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing in the corridor. Their faces were filled with anxiety and worry, and time seemed to be particularly long at this moment.
As soon as he arrived at the door of the emergency room, a tall doctor stopped Jiang Chengyu. The doctor had a serious expression and said, "Who are you? You are not allowed to enter the emergency room."
Song Shijie hurried over and introduced with a heavy breath: "Doctor Liu, this is Professor Jiang whom I invited back from abroad. He specializes in performing surgery on old ladies. He is an authority in this field."
Jiang Chengyu quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the electronic doctor's qualification certificate and other documents and handed them to Dr. Liu. Dr. Liu took a look and immediately said politely: "Excuse me, Professor Jiang, please come this way."
Jiang Chengyu followed Dr. Liu into the sterilization room, where Xiao Yanfang and head nurse Ma were nervously preparing for the operation. Xiao Yanfang was surprised and surprised when she saw Jiang Chengyu, and she stuttered, "It's... it's you? Jiang... Jiang..."
Jiang Chengyu said anxiously: "Okay, it's me. Help me disinfect and change into surgical clothes. The patient is in critical condition, we must race against time."
Head Nurse Ma and Xiao Yanfang were stunned. Doctor Liu quickly explained, "This is Professor Jiang, the expert that Mr. Song invited back from abroad. He has superb medical skills. Please cooperate with us."
Jiang Chengyu put on his hood, mask and gloves skillfully and quickly. The two did not dare to neglect and quickly helped Jiang Chengyu put on his surgical gown, and then they walked towards the operating room with solemn expressions.
Jiang Chengyu walked into the operating room and first professionally made a comprehensive imaging map for the old lady. His eyes were focused and determined, carefully observing every detail and understanding the condition in detail. His brain was working rapidly, thinking about the best surgical plan, as if a race against time was about to begin.
The lights in the operating room were blindingly white, as if they could penetrate everything, revealing every detail. The air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere, as if an invisible pressure enveloped the entire space.
Jiang Chengyu, wearing surgical gown, had a focused and determined look in his eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky, emitting a calm and confident light. He checked the patient's medical records and imaging materials again, and gently flipped the papers with his slender fingers, with every movement full of caution. He silently calculated the steps of the operation in his mind, like a general who carefully planned, repeatedly deducing this battle that concerns life.
Before the operation, he conducted an in-depth assessment of the tumor's location, size, and relationship with surrounding nerve structures through detailed magnetic resonance imaging (MRI), computed tomography (CT), etc. While reviewing the images, he frowned slightly from time to time, thinking about various possible situations.
Song Shijie was extremely nervous, as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. He was so suffocated that he could not breathe, and paced back and forth at the door of the operating room.
Mu Xiaoji comforted him, "Dad, come and sit down, don't worry. The little monster is here, so you can put your mind at ease."
Song Shijie asked uncertainly: "Is Jiang Chengyu really that powerful?"
Mu Xiaoji said confidently: "Dad, believe me, my little monster will not let you down."
"Boss..." Rong Shishan heard that the old lady was ill and rushed to the hospital. As soon as he walked to the door of the operating room, he saw the father and son guarding the door.
Rong Shishan asked with concern: "Xiaoji, what's the matter with the old lady?"
"It's not clear yet. The little monster has gone in. I believe he will be able to cure grandma."
At this moment, Jiang Chengyu used functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) to determine the location of specific functional areas of the brain and fully prepared for the difficult operation. He also used 3D reconstruction technology to convert the old lady's brain image data into a 3D model, carefully simulated the operation on the computer, and chose the plan with the least nerve damage. Facing the computer screen, he gently slid his fingers, adjusted the viewing angle, and muttered to himself: "Here, and here, be careful..."
The nurses were busy and orderly preparing the surgical instruments. The sound of metal collision was particularly clear in the silent operating room, like the drumbeat of life, beating people's heartstrings.
Jiang Chengyu took a deep breath and walked calmly towards the operating table. Each step was firm and powerful, exuding an aura of professionalism and confidence.
He turned to the medical team and announced calmly and professionally: "Now start the operation. First, shave the patient's head hair and disinfect it at the same time.
The anesthesiologist accurately implements anesthesia to ensure the safety of the patient's surgery. The patient's blood pressure, heart rate and other vital signs are closely monitored throughout the process to ensure accuracy. "
"Yes!" "Yes!" the medical staff responded in unison, their voices full of firm determination and confidence.
Soon, the medical staff reported in turn: "The shaving of the head hair is complete." "The patient's blood pressure is normal and the heart rate is stable." "The anesthesia effect is good. The conditions for surgery have been met and we can start."
Jiang Chengyu picked up the scalpel, the cold metal gleaming in the light. He looked at the scalpel as if it were a precious weapon, and a sense of responsibility surged in his heart.
He accurately made a small cut on the old lady's head. His movements were gentle and steady, and every cut was just right, like a fine carving.
The assistants watched his every move nervously, ready to hand over the equipment at any time, their eyes full of admiration and trust.
During the operation, Jiang Chengyu used a neuronavigation system to track the position of surgical instruments in the patient's brain in real time, providing precise guidance for him to accurately find the tumor and avoid important neural structures.
While operating the equipment, he looked at the navigation image on the screen and gave instructions from time to time: "A little to the left, yes, right here... Be careful, there is an important nerve here..."
At the same time, intraoperative ultrasound monitors the tumor and surrounding tissues in real time, helping him adjust the surgical strategy in a timely manner. His eyes switch back and forth between the screen and the surgical area, not missing any subtle changes. "The ultrasound shows that the situation here is a bit complicated, everyone be careful..."
He used microsurgical techniques and performed surgeries under a high-power microscope to clearly distinguish tumors from nerve tissue, and to perform precise separation and removal.
Every movement is extremely delicate, like a miniature carving artist performing an artistic creation that cannot afford to make any mistakes.
"Tweezers, be gentle, the nerves here are very fragile..."
"Suction device, pay attention to the strength, don't damage the surrounding tissue..."
To avoid nerve damage, he also uses neuroelectrophysiological monitoring equipment to monitor nerve function status in real time.
When surgical instruments approach a nerve, a monitoring device will sound an alarm, reminding him to be careful to avoid damage.
"Everyone, please pay attention. The monitoring equipment has responded. Please operate with caution..."
Time passed by minute by minute, and the only sounds in the operating room were the ticking of instruments and Jiang Chengyu's gentle breathing. His eyes were always fixed on the operating area, not missing any subtle changes, as if the whole world only had this operation.
"Tweezers." Jiang Chengyu whispered. The assistant immediately handed the tweezers to him. He gently picked up a tiny blood vessel, carefully avoiding the tumor tissue.
"Suction device." Jiang Chengyu gave the order again. The assistant quickly handed him the suction device. He carefully sucked away the blood and exudate in the surgical area, keeping his vision clear.
During the long operation, Jiang Chengyu was highly focused, as if he was isolated from the outside world. He had only one belief in his heart, which was to successfully remove the tumor and restore the old man's health.
Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead, but he had no time to wipe them off as he was fully immersed in the operation.
Finally, after several hours of hard work, Jiang Chengyu successfully removed the old man's brain tumor.
He gently put down the equipment in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Okay, the tumor has been completely removed." There was fatigue in his voice, but more of joy and relief.
The nurses quickly sutured the old man's wound. Jiang Chengyu stood aside, looking at the old man's face quietly.
He knew that this operation was just the beginning and there was still a long road to recovery ahead.
The door of the operating room slowly opened, and Jiang Chengyu walked out tiredly. Mu Xiaoji and his family immediately surrounded him, anxiously asking about the operation.
"Little Monster, how is grandma?"
Jiang Chengyu took off his mask and showed a tired smile: "The operation was successful, the old man will get better."
Song Shijie's eyes sparkled with tears, and he held Jiang Chengyu's hand tightly, his heart full of gratitude and admiration. "Thank you... for your hard work!"
Jiang Chengyu comforted him, "Mr. Song, don't worry. The medical staff will send the old man to the intensive care unit to observe his postoperative reaction. The old man will be fine after tonight."
Mu Xiaoji reached out and used his sleeve to wipe the sweat off Jiang Chengyu's forehead. At this moment, Jiang Chengyu could hear the sound of hunger.
Song Shijie, Rong Shishan and Mu Xiaoji all looked at Jiang Chengyu's belly. Jiang Chengyu blushed and looked at Mu Xiaoji with a silly smile.
Mu Xiaoji scolded: "You are busy saving people, but don't you know to fill your stomach first?"
Mu Xiaoji smiled and took Jiang Chengyu's hand: "You've worked hard, little monster. I'll take you to eat something delicious."
As soon as I stepped into the spacious and bright hall, I was shocked by the scene in front of me. I saw a group of business elites in neat suits and shiny leather shoes rushing in like a tide, holding precious supplements and beautiful flowers in their hands, with flattering smiles on their faces, running towards the hospital's emergency room. The scene was like a grand worship ceremony.
They had only one purpose for this trip - to express their sincere condolences and visit Song Shijie, the president of Zidong International Group, to his loving mother.