Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1302 - 990 medical god possessed

Chapter 1302: 990 medical god possessed

"Time waits for no one. Should I take a look first? I received training in this area during my advanced studies, and I’m confident," Li Min suggested again.

Director Zhang gave him a cold look, "Stand down. Keep your cool, young man. Director Peng is fishing at a nearby reservoir. It’s only a twenty-minute drive from here. Wait a bit longer."

The elderly director didn’t dare say anything. Director Zhang was renowned in the county as a supremely skilled surgeon, boasting over thirty years of surgical experience, while Li Min had only just been sent for advanced training, which he hadn’t even completed. It was obvious whom to trust, and this was no longer about sentiment.

"We could start by---" Li Min eagerly persisted.

Director Zhang cut him off, "Why are you fussing so much? It’s good for young people to have ideas, but surgery requires experience. There’s a big gap between theory and practice, and being arrogant can be fatal."

Director Zhang had seen many examples of arrogance. A doctor in his department in his thirties went out for training and returned, ready to perform major surgeries broadly. However, after only conducting three surgeries, two needed to be salvaged by Director Zhang, and one was still entangled in legal proceedings. Other things could be left for young people to attempt, but not surgeries.

"Can the major vascular clamps be moved 5 centimeters downward?" Li Min still insisted.

Seeing his persistence, Director Zhang, considering this was his territory, agreed to move the clamps. There would be no issue in shifting them down by 5 centimeters from the original position for an effective blockage before removing the initial vascular clamps. Checking the abdominal cavity and seeing no significant bleeding confirmed that this new position was also viable.

A bit up or down, what difference does it make? Director Zhang thought. Since the effect was the same, he decided to listen to him, just to avoid any further nagging.

Li Min checked the new blockage position, which could hold for 45 minutes and could be extended to 60 minutes if pushed to its limit. This reassured Li Min somewhat. If Director Peng truly could arrive within twenty minutes, the current situation wouldn’t pose too much risk to the patient; otherwise, it could lead to ischemic necrosis of some organs.

Just now, Li Min’s requests to lead the surgery were frowned upon not only by Director Zhang but also by several other doctors from the hospital, who felt Li Min was overdoing it. This was completely at odds with his usually modest and cautious demeanor. Perhaps he was a bit carried away after his advanced training. Was this even a surgery he should be involved in? Both his level and rank were not sufficient, and if Director Zhang was apprehensive about the surgery, not to mention Li Min.

At last, voices were heard outside, and the door to the operating room opened. Director Peng had arrived in his surgical gown. Director Zhang immediately said, "Old Peng, scrub in!"

Director Peng just glanced at the patient’s surgical area and, after a brief update on the situation, followed the lead doctor to scrub in. The whole process appeared relaxed, a true mark of an expert.

"The fish in this reservoir are quite big," Director Peng chatted while putting on his surgical gown.

With Director Peng’s support, Director Zhang naturally relaxed quite a bit, "How did the battle go?"

"Three big fellows. Later, grilling them will definitely be delicious," Director Peng replied.

Director Peng put on his surgical gown and gloves. Director Zhang stepped back from the chief surgeon’s position, and Li Min moved to the second assistant’s position. Director Peng reached inside to feel around and clarified the situation: "Still, you, Old Zhang, have the experience—timely blocking the aorta, or the consequences would have been unthinkable."

A few minutes later, Director Peng finally located the tear: "The tear is not large, at the root of a branch of the aorta. Just a little repair will do."

At this moment, Director Peng breathed a sigh of relief. Despite his casual appearance upon arrival, he was somewhat nervous inside. If the tear in the aorta was small, a simple repair would suffice, which he could handle. But if the tear was substantial, a simple repair wouldn’t solve the problem, and it would turn into a real major vascular surgery. At that point, even he would be out of his depth. Surgery was a very concrete matter. If it works, it works; if not, blustering through wouldn’t help, unlike administrative duties where one could perhaps get away with being less precise.

"Do you have nylon thread? Nylon would be better, but silk thread will do too," Director Peng wasn’t demanding; his easy-going nature only made him seem more skilled.

If the tear in the aorta was to be sutured, the blood vessels supplying the tumor emerging from the aorta had to be severed first, otherwise, they would obstruct the repair work. Therefore, Director Peng began separating these blood vessels. Due to severe adhesion, the separation was not an easy task.

Director Peng’s style differed from Director Zhang. While Director Zhang was completely self-taught, Director Peng was textbook-trained with meticulous techniques. He held forceps in one hand and tissue scissors in the other, carefully separating the area. Such adhesion zones are fraught with risks as carelessly injuring blood vessels could cause bleeding.

"Anesthesiologist, report the vital signs!" Director Peng asked.

The anesthesiologist immediately reported the current vital signs, and the blood pressure was slightly below normal. After all, so much arterial blood had just been lost, definitely impacting blood pressure, but because of the timely hemostasis, no fatal damage occurred.

"How is the patient’s heart function? All good?" Director Peng inquired.

The attending doctor observing immediately responded, "All good, normal."

"Increase the fluid replacement. Use 0.9% saline, and quickly replenish the volume. How much blood is prepared?"

"Six units!"

Six units?

But it seemed sufficient for now. Director Peng commanded, "Begin with two units of blood."

Director Peng, composed and expertly adept, was truly admirable. A triple-A hospital really is different.

"Elderly Director, I heard your back got better? Where did you have the surgery?" Director Peng had learned about the elderly director’s situation from Director Zhang.

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