Surgery Godfather
Chapter 820 - 734: Super Bacteria_2

Chapter 820: Chapter 734: Super Bacteria_2

"We have no other choice," the head of the respiratory department nodded in agreement.

Facing such a superbug, vancomycin became the only option. There was no controversy, no need for discussion.

"Blood transfusion department, can you be more efficient and provide more blood? If hemoglobin doesn’t rise, the immune system will eventually collapse," Director Pan was straightforward, without any nonsense. Now with Yang Ping present, the blood transfusion department was somewhat intimidated, which would make them more cooperative, making Director Pan’s tone even more incisive.

Director Yuan from the blood transfusion department was clearly troubled: "It’s not that we don’t want to give, but the blood bank is really short on blood. This patient has already received transfusions up to 70 and above. Asking for a lot more is difficult. However, we will try our best."

Director Pan was very angry: "Don’t always stick to rules and regulations; consider the specific situation."

"There’s no way around it, it’s not just your department that needs blood. Department of Gastroenterology, General Surgery Department, Obstetrics, and Gynecology—I can’t even count them all. Which department isn’t pressuring us daily? Director Fang of General Surgery argued with me over the phone yesterday. Arguing is useless; I can’t just conjure up blood. If I could, you could take my blood right now," Director Yuan said, extending his arm.

"Old Pan, let’s try to understand each other. Today, with Professor Yang here, I promise to prioritize your department as much as possible, to meet your needs. But I really can’t guarantee the full amount. You’ve already taken more than 10 units of red blood cells before. Now you’re asking for another 10 units. What can I do? Take 6 units first, and we’ll discuss the rest later."

"Six units?" Director Pan scoffed disdainfully.

Indeed, Lu Jiangbei urgently needed more transfusions to increase her hemoglobin and boost her immune system. Moreover, if surgery were needed, a hemoglobin level of just over 70 would not be sufficient.

"Eight units!" Director Pan argued with justification.

Director Yuan adamantly refused: "It’s impossible. There was a patient with a ruptured spleen in the General Surgery Department yesterday, also waiting for a blood supply."

Director Yuan was also in a difficult position, resources were limited, everyone was eagerly waiting for the blood he had. What could he do but strictly control it?

"Let’s go for 10 units," Yang Ping finally spoke up.

Given Lu Jiangbei’s situation, a few units of red blood cells simply wouldn’t suffice.

Director Yuan had just been vigorously arguing with Director Pan, and found himself at a loss for words, slowly saying, "Okay, 10 units."

The debate seemed to be coming to an end. The head of the hospital infection control department rubbed his forehead; it was his turn to speak.

The hospital infection control department was a group of people disliked by others in the hospital. Their job was to identify loopholes in hospital infection control and rectify them in time. Such a fault-finding mode of operation was bound to be unpopular.

"We will investigate as we ought to, looking into the cause of this infection. I hope it won’t interfere with everyone’s work. Remember to wash your hands, guys. We’ll be closely monitoring the trauma ICU these days," the head of the hospital infection control department said with evident lack of confidence, very humbly.

"Hmm!" Director Pan grunted deeply.

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Due to a significant change in her condition, Lu Jiangbei’s mother was once again brought into the meeting room of the trauma ICU. Over the past few days, Doctor Zhou from the ICU had already spoken with her several times.

She could have delegated the medical decision-making for her family to a relative, like her brother or sister, to sign on their behalf, but she did not feel reassured and thought she could handle it, so she took on the role of the family member herself. Her brother and sister took turns accompanying and taking care of her.

"When is the surgery?" the middle-aged mother asked.

Yang Ping shook his head, "He can’t undergo surgery yet. Let Dr. Zhou explain it to you."

"Lu Jiangbei has been running a high fever these past few days, and it has been confirmed as a lung infection. The bacterial culture results have come out, and it is Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus, also known as one of the superbugs. We have now started him on a super antibiotic—vancomycin, but we can’t ensure it will suppress the infection. His life is at risk at any time; he could stop breathing at any moment. You must be mentally prepared." Doctor Zhou, as the attending physician, led the conversation while Yang Ping and Director Pan sat beside her.

"Is this the consent form for illness notification? If respiratory failure occurs, do we need to use ECMO? The cost of ECMO is very high, and a large part of it is out-of-pocket." Doctor Zhou handed over several pages of the informed consent form.

Be mentally prepared!

Upon hearing the last few words and looking at the informed consent forms, the middle-aged mother’s head went blank with a buzzing sound. During the previous meetings, whenever the doctors talked about life-threatening risks, she always brushed it off as something far removed from her.

But this time was different, for some reason, the pressure of death came crashing down on her like a boulder, making it hard for her to breathe, because she knew that not long ago, a patient with respiratory failure had passed away here. She had witnessed their relatives crying in the hallway.

"He was already in danger, and now there’s a new risk. If the lung infection can’t be controlled, respiratory failure will occur, and after that—death will follow," Doctor Zhou continued.

The mother’s gaze was vacant; at this moment, her mind no longer held any thought of the "College Entrance Examination." She had completely forgotten its existence, as the thought of death occupied her entire mind.

"Doctor, please help, save him—"

After a while, the mother squeezed out these few words in a pleading tone.

"We will do our best, but many things are beyond our control," Director Pan added.

The mother was heartbroken and nodded mechanically, "Can I go in and see my child?"

Director Pan took over the conversation, "He is now infected with a superbug; it’s not suitable for visitation. If you want to visit, you can do so from the outside visiting corridor, through the glass."

Sometimes it’s really hard to say; with the current situation, where he could die from respiratory failure at any moment, Director Pan, who had seen many partings between life and death, could only guide.

Under Director Pan’s arrangement, Lu Jiangbei’s mother, sitting in a wheelchair, saw her son through the glass. He lay on the bed, connected to various tubes, with most of his upper body obscured by supports; she could hardly see his face.

Unable to hold back, the mother lowered her head, covered her eyes, and began to cry loudly.

Her mind was a mess, filled with regret. The sight of all the supporting machinery and tubes made her truly realize that her child might be taken away from her forever.

She had always been critical of her child from a young age, compared him with other children, and never really considered his feelings. She constantly pressured him with studies and university entrance exams, leaving no room for anything else. Whenever his grades slipped, he would face her wrath; and every time his grades improved, she would coldly say he needed to work harder—such results would not be enough to get into a top-ranked 211 or 985 university.

The more she thought about it, the more guilt Lu Jiangbei’s mother felt, believing she had never truly cared for her child.

If he could survive, no matter whether he got into university or what career he chose, as long as he was healthy and alive, she would accept everything, just as long as he was alright.

"Doctor, please save him, save him at any cost," the mother repeated this sentence.

"We’re doing everything we can. We’ve started the vancomycin, and we’ll see how things go in a few days. If the vancomycin is also ineffective—" Director Pan did not finish his sentence.

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