The Surgeon's Studio

During the surgery, he found that there was already a thrombosis next to the pic tube, and it was attached to the pulmonary artery membrane, which was metrated and adhered together.

The surgery was very difficult, and it was very difficult to even grab the fallen PICC tubes with interventional surgical instruments. However, it could be operated outside the heart, after all, so there were almost no side effects.

If the first time didn't work, he would catch a few more times.

However, since the pric tube was already stuck to the pulmonary artery, and there was also thrombosis, the surgical method needed to be changed.

If they grabbed the tail of the punk-gold catheter like before and pulled it hard, it would cause complications such as blood vessel rupture.

There were no complications at all. Once the pulmonary artery was torn, the consequences were self-evident.

After discovering this situation, Dean Lin rushed to the operating room.

After all, he was the Associate Hospital director who was in charge of clinical work. He had to be there personally for such a big event.

The small office in the operating theater was filled with people.

There were doctors of all levels, non-hospital specialists, hospital leaders, and staff from the hospital administration Department in the Oncology Department.

The air was a little stuffy, quite stuffy.

"Professor Zhong, don't you have any confidence in the surgery?" Dean Lin asked bluntly after hearing the medical report.

At this time, there was nothing to hide. He said what he wanted to say. The patient was still lying on the operating table under general anesthesia, and his life was in danger at any time.

Professor Zhong, who came from a famous circulatory Specialist Hospital, shook his head."I don't dare to move. The adhesion part of the pric tube may have reached the muscular layer. It's not a problem for me to arrest him with a net basket catheter, but ..."

Then, he sighed.

The patient's pric tube had fallen off for too long. In professor Zhong's opinion, the patient should not be able to be saved.

"Is there any other way?" Dean Lin asked.

Professor Zhong hesitated for a moment and finally shook his head,"let's find someone with a heart."

Heart, surgery ...

These two words alone were enough to give Dean Lin a headache.

If they performed surgery in the cardiothoracic Department, it meant a huge risk, and the patient's life and death were unknown. Moreover, they did not even have a cardiopulmonary bypass machine to switch from an interventional surgery room to a surgical room ...

At the thought of this, Dean Lin's head was twice as big.

It seemed that he could only contact his sister hospital. The patient woke up from general anesthesia and was transferred there.

Dean Lin looked around and saw that everyone's expression was very serious. He knew that there was no other way.

Sighing deeply, he was about to announce the final result when professor Zhong suddenly said,""Director Lin, are you familiar with boss Zheng from 912?"

At the mention of boss Zheng, Dean Lin's heart trembled.

"Some time ago, boss Zheng took out a bullet for embolism in the heart at the Affiliated Hospital of the medical University. I heard from the people there that it's quite high-level."

Dean Lin was speechless.

"Why don't we get boss Zheng to take a look?" Professor Zhong asked. Then, he seemed to have remembered something and immediately said,""Even if boss Zheng doesn't think that interventional heart surgery can be done, he's still one of the best when it comes to heart surgery."

Dean Lin was frustrated.

"The live broadcast of the surgery where a 12-centimeter long pulmonary artery thrombosis was removed really shocked me." The more professor Zhong spoke, the more excited he became. In his opinion, boss Zheng was indeed the best person to save the patient since he could perform both interventional surgeries and surgeries.

"Although I'm not involved in the Department of Cardiovascular Surgery, I've watched the live recording of that surgery at least twenty times. It was really wonderful!"

He said excitedly, but he immediately felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the small office of the interventional surgery room.

This was ...

Professor Zhong looked around and saw that the people around him were silent. Dean Lin's expression was cold and hard like a stone.

Didn't they say that boss Zheng went to the Affiliated Hospital of the imperial capital Medical University to take out a bullet a few days ago? he didn't sweep away all the cancer hospitals, did he?

He tried to recall, but his mind was still blank.

"Dean Lin ..."

"I ..." Dean Lin wanted to refuse, but this was a hospital. This was his job. He was saving people!

Dean Lin's rationality overcame his emotions. He sighed and said,""I'll contact President Yuan and ask boss Zheng to take a look. If you can 't, tell the patient's family about his condition and tell them that he has woken up from general anesthesia. Then, transfer him to Room 912 for thoracotomy. "

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief after they came to a conclusion.

This was an accident. The patient and his family members were really careless. They did not even know that the pric tube had fallen off for such a long time.

Generally speaking, it was very difficult for a PICC tube to fall off. In theory, the probability was less than one in ten thousand. Based on the number of patients diagnosed and treated in the Beijing Cancer Hospital, they would encounter a few cases a year, but they were all "fresh" cases.

However, this time, he crashed into a large rock. The patient's punk-he lost track of how long the tube had been detached.

"The patient is transferred to 912 ... Forget it, it's not a General Hospital. There's nothing to be embarrassed about," the people from the Beijing Cancer Hospital thought.

Dean Lin saw that there were many people in the room, so he stood up and went to the changing room.

Everyone knew that director Lin was going to call 912 to contact Boss Zheng to save the situation. No one was stupid enough to follow behind director Lin and listen to how he begged.

In the changing room, Dean Lin took out his phone and dialed Deputy Dean Yuan's number.

"Old Yuan, we've run into a difficult situation. The PICC tube fell off and fell into the heart."

"Yes, professor Zhong is here, but he has been here for a long time, so I can't take it out."

"Alright, then do it as soon as possible. The patient is under general anesthesia. If we can't take it out with intervention, I reckon we'll need external circulation ..."

"Okay, the patient is discharged. I'll treat you to a meal."

After that, Dean Lin hung up the phone gloomily.

Vice Principal Yuan's tone was flat and without a trace of emotion. However, the more he thought about it, the more Dean Lin could almost see the smile on Deputy Dean Yuan's face.

There were not many exchanges between the large comprehensive tertiary Grade A hospitals in the Imperial City other than academic conferences. Saving the stage meant that they were afraid.

His family was a cancer specialist Hospital. They did not even have a Department of Cardiovascular Surgery, so he did not have to consider this.

However, when he thought of boss Zheng and his daughter, Dean Lin felt irritated. How was he going to tell the girl that he didn't have enough skills and that she shouldn't go?

Really, what you're afraid of comes.

Dean Lin hung up the phone and sat quietly in the changing room, angry at himself. He had promised his wife yesterday that he would pay more attention to her and that he would get the girl back no matter what.

Was it something that a young lady should do?

Over the past few days, he had gained some understanding of boss Zheng's medical treatment group. He knew that there were an average of six surgeries a day, and the speed was constant.

This was because ... Boss Zheng only had six beds in the inpatient department.

However, even if he performed six TIPS surgeries a day, he would not be able to do it. How much thread would he need to eat?

It was said that girls were not up to their mothers when they grew up, and their ideas were more and more correct.

As he was thinking, his phone rang.

Dean Lin was stunned when he saw that it was the girl who had opened the phone. He subconsciously picked up the phone.

"Dad, you're inviting us for surgery?" Lin Yuan's proud voice came from the other end of the phone.

Dean Lin almost spat out a mouthful of blood.