Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1134 - 908: Complicated and Difficult Diseases

Chapter 1134: Chapter 908: Complicated and Difficult Diseases

The Elderly Director was wheeled into the operating room, where everyone moved him onto the operating table. Liang Fatty noticed his heart rate was a bit fast.

Upon admission, his vital signs were normal, with a heart rate of only 75 beats per minute, which had now jumped to 116 beats per minute. The pre-surgery examination went really well; there were no problems with his heart and no underlying conditions like anemia. Moreover, he hadn’t ingested any atropine or scopolamine before coming from the ward.

Why was his heart rate so fast?

Liang Fatty was concerned about the interference during the transfer, so he let the Elderly Director rest for ten minutes. After ten minutes, the heart rate still fluctuated around 115 beats per minute. Liang Fatty pulled up an ECG to check it out, sinus tachycardia with no other issues—the clearly excessive nervousness caused it.

"Elderly Director, relax a bit, there’s no need to be nervous. The surgery will be over quickly, rest assured!"

Liang Fatty patted the Elderly Director’s shoulder.

"It’s okay, I’m very relaxed right now, not nervous at all. Is there a problem with my heart? Should we go back, wait a few days, and then have the surgery? I’m not in a hurry."

The Elderly Director’s voice was loud, and because of his nerves, it had an uncontrollable tremble.

All sorts of cardiac examinations such as surface ultrasound, electrocardiogram, myocardial enzyme spectrum, and so on—elderly people’s cardiac tests were all there and all normal.

Liang Fatty had never seen such a pristine report for a 70-year-old. Not just the heart, but even the routine blood tests, biochemistry, liver and kidney functions, etc., the report did not show a single arrow, not a single colored letter.

"Dr. Li, your Elderly Director’s physical condition is really good, quite remarkable," Liang Fatty softly mentioned to Li Min.

Not only was the Elderly Director sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, but also when Liang Fatty had checked his teeth, he found them all neatly in place, none loose or missing, and what was most difficult to believe was his gums were still in good shape.

"I’m usually quite frail, it’s all just appearances,"

the Elderly Director immediately said loudly, almost as if he could hear the nearly whispered conversation between Liang Fatty and Li Min.

"Just a bit of a fast heart rate, nothing serious, it’s just the nerves causing it. I’ll use a sedative, and you’ll be fine. Rest assured, Elderly Director, it won’t affect the surgery."

Liang Fatty reassured the Elderly Director.

Everyone followed Li Min’s example in addressing him as the Elderly Director.

Since all the tests showed no issues and it was determined to be nervousness-induced, Liang Fatty started preparing to administer anesthesia to the Elderly Director. He opened the stopcock on the catheter in the Elderly Director’s arm, getting ready to inject the medication for induction before anesthesia when the Elderly Director said anxiously, "Wait!"

He didn’t know why he wanted to wait; just the thought that he wouldn’t be aware of anything after this injection scared him.

The thought of Little Li making incisions on his body without his knowledge was terrifying.

"Begin!" the Elderly Director gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and resigned himself to his fate.

General anesthesia with intubation, positioning, disinfection and drape—surgery began quickly.

Li Min was the chief surgeon, with Zhang Lin and Little Five as his assistants; Yang Ping merely stood in surgical gown at the operating table. Li Min completed the entire procedure, meticulously following each surgical step and taking great care with the protection of the spine and nerve roots. The tumor was also removed very thoroughly.

As the Elderly Director came out of anesthesia, his first groggy words were: "Little Li, why can’t I move my legs?"

The first thing he wanted upon waking was to move his legs, but to his dismay, they wouldn’t budge at all. What was happening—had he become paralyzed? In his hazy state, the Elderly Director was frightened into a cold sweat.

"Why are you anxious? You’ve just woken from anesthesia; your brain still can’t control your limbs. Give it some time and you’ll be fine," Li Min reassured him.

"Really?"

The Elderly Director tried moving his limbs again, particularly his right leg. Indeed, he could now move it and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Having been a doctor for a lifetime, it was his first experience on the operating table. The Elderly Director felt it was like having a brush with death, a harrowing one at that.

Just as he had relaxed, he became worried again, as even if he could move, the strength simply wasn’t there. Paralysis isn’t always about complete immobility—paralysis could still be present if muscle strength isn’t normal.

Besides, the sciatic nerve is composed of several nerve roots; even cutting off one wouldn’t result in complete paralysis but would cause partial impairment to sensation or muscle strength.

The Elderly Director grew increasingly unsettled: "Little Li, the surgery went smoothly, right?"

This old man sure had many concerns. Li Min took his hand and said, "Extremely smoothly. Your tumor was completely excised and sent to the Pathology Department for examination. The nerve roots were well preserved. You can be completely at ease."

"Then why do my legs feel so weak?" the Elderly Director asked with concern.

"You haven’t eaten properly for a few days—where would the strength come from? Eat more after the surgery, and in a few days, you’ll naturally regain strength."

Li Min knew the Elderly Director was worried about the success of his own surgery.

"Oh!"

No sooner had the Elderly Director gotten over his fear of the surgery than he began to worry about his medical expenses. Costs at such a provincial hospital tend to be high, and he wondered how much of it his out-of-area medical insurance would reimburse.

"Little Li?"

What now? Couldn’t he just be still for a moment, rest properly? Why was he always so anxious about this and that? After all, he’d been an old doctor for dozens of years.

"I guess the costs for my surgery and medicines aren’t cheap, right? You used all domestic drugs, didn’t you? There wasn’t any use of imported medications? Expensive drugs require the patient’s signature for consent—you didn’t get me to sign anything. If there are any expensive drugs, I’d refuse to acknowledge the charges."

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