Surgery Godfather
Chapter 832 - 744: Riding the Auspicious Multicolored Clouds

Chapter 832: Chapter 744: Riding the Auspicious Multicolored Clouds

The ambulance and medical staff were all arranged, and the nurse began recording Liao Yiyi’s vital signs to facilitate the handover to the accompanying medical team.

Liao Yiyi curled up on the hospital bed, her expression one of extreme pain, her complexion growing paler and more unsightly, devoid of any color,

"Director, blood pressure 76/50 mmHg," the nurse immediately reported.

How could the blood pressure drop so low all of a sudden—shock!

Director Yang became instantly alert, acute appendicitis, and it had been hours since the onset before she came in, and then she had waited several more hours in the emergency department.

The patient had been reluctant to sign the consent form, and her family over the phone said they wanted to inquire if other hospitals could treat her without surgery, asking around and thus wasting too much time.

"It hurts so much!" Liao Yiyi’s face was ashen.

Liang Fatty immediately grabbed her hand, "Don’t be scared; we’ll get to the surgery as soon as possible, and everything will be fine after that."

Liao Yiyi nodded weakly, sweat beading on her forehead.

Noises began to emerge from outside the door, a middle-aged couple, and a young man appeared at the entrance—the couple were Liao Yiyi’s parents, and the young man was her suitor, Zhang Zikun, a bona fide scion of wealth.

"Yiyi, Yiyi, Yiyi!"

"Over here, over here!"

Usually, their daughter lived in the dormitory of Nandu Airlines, not with them. Upon hearing that she was ill and required surgery, the parents had rushed over and immediately notified Zhang Zikun.

Zhang Zikun’s father and Liao Yiyi’s father were former colleagues. Later, the former went into business and became a billionaire.

"Yiyi, there’s no other way; we have to proceed with the surgery. Zi Kun and I have asked around everywhere, even in Beijing and Shanghai. In this situation, the best we could hope for is puncture with minimally invasive surgery, but even that is not guaranteed to work; surgery might still be necessary."

"Yeah, my dad asked his friends in Beijing about all the top experts in this field, and they said we could only attempt minimally invasive puncture and that it might not even be feasible."

Zhang Zikun was average-looking, but he was clothed in designer brands from head to toe. The watch on his wrist alone must have been worth several hundred thousand.

"I am going to Sanbo Hospital for surgery; they might be able to treat me without making an incision or a puncture. They’re about to transport me there now," Liao Yiyi said with much difficulty.

"Her blood pressure is too low now; we must operate immediately. It will take another hour on the road, so we need to hurry," Director Yang reminded Liao Yiyi’s parents, urging them not to dither and waste more time.

"It’s rush hour now; the traffic is jammed. It won’t be quick," said the girl accompanying Liao Yiyi.

She was Liao Yiyi’s best friend who had just checked the traffic on her phone. The main routes were all in red, and the area around Fuer was particularly congested, which was common during rush hour.

"Her blood pressure is currently too low, and it’s already a sign of shock. A prolonged trip could endanger her life." The situation had changed, causing Director Yang a great deal of concern.

"Dr. Liang, what do you think? Should we just perform the surgery here? I can arrange it right now, and we could have her on the operating table within half an hour," Director Yang sought Liang Fatty’s opinion.

If the condition were stable, transferring to another hospital would be feasible, but with such low blood pressure, a transfer could be life-threatening.

"What do we do?" Liao Yiyi’s mother was at a loss and panicked.

Liao Yiyi’s father was equally distraught, unable to provide an answer; even Zhang Zikun couldn’t come up with a good idea.

Liang Fatty immediately called Yang Ping again, "Professor, she’s in shock with very low blood pressure and in very poor spirits. The return journey is also impeded, and a transfer would be dangerous—"

"Have you set off yet?" Yang Ping asked.

Liang Fatty was also somewhat flustered but tried to sound calm, "We haven’t departed yet."

"Then that makes it easier. You just wait at Fuer Emergency Department. I’ll have a helicopter sent to pick you up. The emergency department’s roof can accommodate a helicopter, so get them to prepare. We can be there in about ten minutes, and the round trip would take only about half an hour. Keep your phone lines open; I will Send Song Zimo with a nurse over."

A helicopter!

My professor, oh my professor, my dear professor.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Fatty suppressed his excitement and calmly said, "Director Yang, I’ve arranged for an emergency helicopter to come over. It will be here on your rooftop in a bit more than ten minutes. Our operating room is ready and can receive the patient at any time."

Fuer had a helipad but no helicopter; now that one was coming to evacuate the patient, the traffic issue was completely resolved.

It would take half an hour to get on the operating table here, and about the same time for the helicopter to come to pick her up.

It was truly lavish of Sanbo Hospital to send a helicopter for an appendicitis case, Director Yang couldn’t help but feel envious.

"An emergency helicopter?"

Liao Yiyi’s best friend’s mouth formed an O shape in shock at the display of Dr. Liang’s capabilities. It felt like a scene out of an idol drama, summoning a helicopter for a patient. She couldn’t help but feel envious, nothing but envious.

"Thank you so much... Dr. Liang," Liao Yiyi’s father, who had been completely flustered and confused, now seemed to have found a pillar of support.

"Are you guys at Sanbo up to the task?" Zhang Zikun asked with a hint of unpleasantness in his voice.

"Yes!" Liao Yiyi’s mother also inquired.

Director Yang responded without mincing words, "If they can’t handle it, then there’s nowhere else that can. They are top-notch, world-class."

Moved to tears by the news of the helicopter coming for her, Liao Yiyi felt an overwhelming sense of security with Liang Fatty, as if he had come on a magical cloud. She urged her parents with faint breath and closed eyes, "Dad—Mom—listen to Dr. Liang."

Indeed, the helicopter was fast, and in about ten minutes, Liang Fatty’s phone rang: the helicopter was already on the rooftop.

Director Yang personally led the doctors and nurses, using a gurney to bring Liao Yiyi up to the helipad on the rooftop.

"Get her on the stretcher, quickly, gently, carefully."

Song Zimo shook hands with Liang Fatty and Director Yang, directing everyone to transfer Liao Yiyi onto the aircraft.

"All aboard, let’s go together."

This emergency helicopter could carry more than a dozen people, so it was easy to take Liao Yiyi’s parents and that Zhang Zikun in one trip.

"Captain, keep the flight steady, the passenger up there is Dr. Liang’s relative," Song Zimo greeted the pilot.

The pilot gave an OK sign with his hand.

The attending deputy physician from Fuer General Surgery, upon learning that the patient was being airlifted to Sanbo Hospital, immediately asked for leave and arranged for a substitute. He then called a friend at Sanbo Hospital, planning to observe the surgery himself, curious as to how it would be done. An appendicitis that could be resected endoscopically through the colon was truly amazing.

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The operating room was already prepared, with personnel and equipment all in place, just waiting for Liao Yiyi to be brought to the operating table.

Hearing that Comprehensive Surgery Department was about to perform a complex endoscopic colon-appendix resection surgery for complicated appendicitis, Director Fang of General Surgery Department, along with a big group of colleagues, hurried to Comprehensive Surgery Department.

They, too, were experienced. To watch Yang Ping’s surgery, they had to move quickly and arrive before the preparation of the surgical table began. Otherwise, it was easy to reach the operating room only to find the surgery had already ended.

Director Gao from the Sports Medicine Center had suffered this misfortune before; stepping away to the restroom midway, he returned to find the surgery finished, without having seen anything.

Although the patient had not yet arrived, the team from General Surgery sprinted forward and took over the Comprehensive Surgery Department’s operating room.

With the high speed and direct route of the helicopter, it quickly returned to Sanbo. The waiting doctors and nurses took Liao Yiyi from the helipad directly to the operating room.

Yang Ping had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Liao Yiyi was transferred onto the surgical bed, he ordered his colleagues from the ultrasound room, who were already on standby, "Do an abdominal ultrasound to see the distribution of the abscess and the condition of the intestinal adhesion."

"Her consciousness is a bit poor now. Dr. Liang, you handle the anesthesia personally, Xu Zhiliang, scrub in and prepare for disinfection, Song Zimo, go outside to get her parents’ signatures," Yang Ping delegated the tasks.

"Liang Jing---" Liao Yiyi murmured drowsily.

Liang Fatty, distressed, held her hand: "I’m here, don’t be afraid, everything will be alright, oh!"

"Don’t go---" Liao Yiyi’s voice was very faint, she was in a somnolent state.

The ultrasound probe glided over the abdomen as Yang Ping fixed his gaze on the images displayed on the ultrasound screen. He needed to understand the extent of the abscess and the specific condition of the intestinal adhesion to proceed with the surgery.

Appendicitis of this kind, resected endoscopically through the colon, was incredibly challenging, bordering on impossible.

"Professor Yang, this seems quite difficult. Look, the area of the abscess is so large, and the range of the intestinal adhesion is also quite extensive. Attempting the endoscopic procedure through the colon might be—" The ultrasound doctor cautioned Yang Ping, his words subtle, implying the possibility of abandoning this surgical approach.

Everyone was colleagues, and if someone spotted a "pitfall," they would, of course, point it out.

Liang Fatty was a bit anxious: "Professor?"

"It’s fine, I’m going to scrub in now. You start the anesthesia, prepare the table," Yang Ping seemed to have a plan in mind.

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In the operating room’s family waiting area, the meeting room.

Liao Yiyi’s parents, Zhang Zikun, and Liao Yiyi’s best friend Yu Yihan sat in a row.

"This surgery is a minimally invasive procedure that doesn’t require making incisions or punctures in the body. The endoscope and instruments enter through the anus and then travel upwards, reaching the colon. The appendix has an opening inside the colon, right here. We will make an incision at this location, right at this spot—"

Song Zimo, referencing an anatomy diagram, spoke to the family to briefly introduce the surgical method and list some surgical risks.

"Enter through the anus?" Yu Yihan asked a question.

Zhang Zikun’s face looked very displeased: "Is there such a way to perform surgery? I’ve never seen anything like it before."

"How many surgeries have you seen?" Song Zimo didn’t indulge him.

"You tell me, why must the endoscope and instruments enter through the anus?" Zhang Zikun was filled with indignation.

"The situation is urgent, they’re waiting inside for a signature to start, I don’t have time to explain to you. If you insist on an explanation, go read through all the monographs and papers about minimally invasive General Surgery at Nandu Medical University’s library first, then come find me, and I’ll explain it to you thoroughly," Song Zimo’s tone was calm.

"Little Zhang, why are you fussing over this? I will sign," Liao Yiyi’s father was understanding.

"Doctor, you’re confident, right?" Liao Yiyi’s mother asked.

"Every surgery has risks. It’s like a plane flying in the sky; it might fall, but the likelihood is very low. If we can’t handle this surgery, probably no one can. Professor Yang is very busy. There’s a long line of people waiting for his surgeries, you can ask around. If it weren’t for the fact that the patient is a friend of Dr. Liang’s, Professor Yang wouldn’t even have the time to be the chief surgeon for this one," Song Zimo was straightforward.

"Sign it, just sign it!"

After skimming through it briefly, Liao Yiyi’s father immediately signed his name.

Zhang Zikun sat on the side, feeling bitter. This guy had actually made a phone call and summoned a helicopter. What kind of influence did he have?

Yu Yihan, meanwhile, was full of envy. She had searched for Yang Ping on Baidu and found lots of stuff, though all of it related to cases; such as the "Folding man," the "Half-man," things about five-part reattachments—and the Golden Knife Award. Turns out the team of Dr. Liang was so remarkable.

After the signing, Song Zimo returned to the operating room and the surgery immediately commenced.

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