Ye Wang

"Yes!" I didn't know what to say, so I responded casually.

Judging from Luo Bingxue's reaction, Luo Bingxue should not be the girl in the wind, but how did Luo Bingxue know in advance that Lin Xuan had become a vegetable?

At this moment, Ke Zhen said: "From the detection of the instrument, Lin Xuan is indeed brain-dead. However, this is not really brain-dead, but because the brain does not respond due to blood coagulation and oppression of the nerves!"

Immediately afterwards, Ke Zhen said: "So, as long as the blood congestion is cleared away, and then the person is turned upside down for half a day, the blood is forced to concentrate on the brain, causing a neurological reaction in the brain, and the person can wake up."

The doctor said puzzledly: "Old Ke, the film showed that the patient's cerebral cortex is not congested!"

Ke Zhen said: "That's because there is too little blood congestion, so little that it can't be detected by instruments. If you do this, prepare a micro-operating table, and I will guide you to remove the blood congestion on the patient's cerebral cortex."

After a pause, Ke Zhen said, "I'm old, my hands are shaking, and I can't do microsurgery anymore!"

Microsurgery is generally performed on the operating table with a microscope. It is a very delicate operation that requires the operator's extra concentration.

Hearing that Lin Xuan was not really brain dead, I almost jumped up in excitement.

This doctor is such a waste that he misdiagnosed him.

Nowadays, many patients have completely fallen into the boundless abyss precisely because of the doctor's misdiagnosis.

This is why so many patients travel thousands of miles to those big hospitals in Beijing and Shanghai for medical treatment.

The doctor was very excited when he heard that Ke Zhen was instructing him on the operation, which is equivalent to teaching medical skills.

But immediately after, the doctor's face was full of sadness: "Old Ke, but I have never done this kind of operation, so I dare not do it!"

Ke Zhen sighed and said, "The patient's nerves have been compressed for five hours. If the operation is not performed quickly, he will become a real vegetable in eight hours and cannot recover!"

Hearing what Ke Zhen said, my heart couldn't help but rise to my throat, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

The doctor said in embarrassment: "This... this..."

At this moment, the door was pushed open with a "bang", and a woman's voice came in from outside: "Don't be afraid! Do it!" For mobile phone users, please browse m.. reading for a better reading experience.

Chapter 418 The difficulty is over, someone is coming

I followed the prestige and saw Yulan walking in from outside the ward with the child in her arms.

The doctor looked at Yulan in surprise.

Yulan said loudly: "I'm his wife, you can do it with confidence, if something goes wrong, I won't blame you. I can sign the responsibility letter."

Ke Zhen coughed, patted the doctor on the shoulder and said, "Young man, you have to believe in yourself."

The doctor thought for a while, as if he had made up his mind, he nodded solemnly.

Ke Zhen said: "You can get someone to prepare for the operation now. I will take advantage of this time to teach you the precautions for microsurgery."

The doctor nodded and rang Lin Xuan's bedside pager.

A nurse's cold inquiry came from the beeper: "Bed [-], what's the matter?"

The doctor said into the beeper: "I am Cao Bo, you should immediately notify the operating room to prepare for microsurgery."

When the nurse heard the director's voice, she immediately said respectfully and flatteringly, "Director, yes, I understand."

After seeing Cao Bo finish his work, Ke Zhen immediately told Cao Ge the precautions for performing microsurgery on the spot.

We laymen couldn't understand what Ke Zhen was talking about at all, but Cao Bo listened with gusto, his eyes fixed on Ke Zhen's motionless, sometimes flashing his eyes.At a glance, he knew that the doubts that had been hidden in his heart for many years had been solved.

Ten minutes later, the nurse came, knocked on the door and said to Cao Bo, "Director, the operating room is ready for you."

Cao Bo nodded to the nurse, and then made a gesture of invitation to Ke Zhen: "Old Ke, please first."

Ke Zhen was not polite either, he said "Yes" and walked out of the ward first.

Cao Bo followed closely behind Ke Zhen, like Ke Zhen's subordinate or student.

The nurse was very surprised to see Cao Bo showing such respect to Ke Zhen.

Immediately afterwards, we also left the ward.

After a while, the nurse pushed Lin Xuan into the operating room.

The moment Ke Zhen entered the operating room, he suddenly turned around and said to Shen Mengyun, "Xiao Shen, don't worry, I will try my best to treat Lin Xuan."

After all, Ke Zhen turned his head and glanced at Luo Bingxue and then at me, apparently also trying to comfort us.

Before we could speak, Ke Zhen turned around and walked into the operating room.

Shen Mengyun stood on tiptoe and said gratefully: "Old Ke, then I will trouble you."

Ke Lao didn't look back, he stretched out his hand and waved it, indicating that he understood.

The door of the operating room was closed, separating us and Lin Xuan into two separate spaces.

At this moment, Yulan suddenly burst into tears without warning.

I walked up to Yulan, patted Yulan on the shoulder, and signaled her to be stronger.

But Yulan continued to sob as if she didn't feel that I was patting her at all.

Luo Bingxue sighed helplessly, and poked me with her arm, telling me not to talk anymore.

I nodded and stopped talking.

Others looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't speak.

In the entire corridor, apart from Magnolia's crying, there was no other sound.

After crying for more than ten minutes, Yulan had already shed her tears and sat on the bench sobbing.

Only then did all of us step forward to comfort Yulan.

Yulan didn't speak, just sat on the chair and stared at the ground dully, letting the child roll in her arms.

An hour passed, and the door of the operating room was not opened.

Two hours later, the door of the operating room still has not been opened.

Three hours later, the door of the operating room still has not been opened.

Those of us became irritable and wandered outside the door of the operating room. Although the door of the operating room was made of metal and we couldn't see anything, we still looked into the operating room from time to time.

This kind of torment is like throwing us into a boiling water pot to boil. We dare not breathe, let alone speak. The sound of time is like a "tick tick" sounding in our minds like water droplets.