Surgery Godfather
Chapter 885 - 782 - Long Lost Emergency_2

Chapter 885: 782 Chapter Long Lost Emergency_2

Without warning, a ripping pain erupted in his back; Guo Peihua felt a fierce heartbeat, and the entire chest and abdomen seemed to be pulsating, as if a rabbit was struggling to break free. He had never experienced such pain—it was excruciating, intensely so!

Enduring the pain, he called his high-school classmate, a qualified doctor—finally getting through, "My back---it’s a tearing pain---I can’t stand it, what medicine should I take?"

The high-school classmate, being a legitimate doctor, was frightened by Guo Peihua’s description and hastily said, "Call 120 immediately, it’s a matter of life and death, hurry!"

The classmate, taking precautions in case Guo Peihua would faint or some other mishap would occur, immediately called 120 himself, knowing Guo Peihua’s address.

In the dead of night, the 120 ambulance raced through, its siren howling into the sky—it had to be faster than death itself.

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A bit past two in the morning.

Yang Ping’s phone rang; it had been a long time since he had received a call at this hour, and his professional instinct snapped him awake instantly.

On the other end was Professor Cao Zhenshan, "Professor Yang, it’s a full aortic dissection, tearing from the ascending aorta to the iliac artery, can you do the main surgery?"

"Yes!"

As Yang Ping dressed while on the phone, and by the time the call was finished, he was already at the door.

"Okay, I’ll have the patient transferred to our hospital right away."

"I’m on my way!"

This kind of aortic dissection, tearing from the ascending aorta right through to the iliac artery, required replacing the entire aorta along with the iliac artery. It’s a top-tier surgery in the major vascular surgery field, and the situation was urgent—a true race against time!

Xiao Su waved her husband off at the door. She knew that’s how it was for surgeons; from the day she chose him, she was prepared for such realities.

Yang Ping didn’t have time for tender goodbyes with his wife and hurried to the hospital. He was running, sprinting through the community in the dead of night alone.

"Hey, stop! Stop! Stop!"

The night watchman, spotting someone running, mistook him for a fleeing criminal and gave chase while shouting and alerting his colleagues over the walkie-talkie.

Yang Ping had no choice but to halt and wave as he looked back, "I’m a doctor from Sanbo Hospital across the street! Rushing to an emergency!"

The security guard slowed down, relieved, gestured that he could proceed, and Yang Ping continued his dash, crossing the sky bridge all the way to the emergency department.

"Quick, to the emergency department, notify Old Xu, Zhang Lin Xiaowu—full aortic dissection, it’s an emergency surgery!" Yang Ping called Song Zimo while running.

It takes a golden combination for surgeries like these to maximize the success rate.

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The lights in the emergency department are always on, 24 hours a day.

Professor Cao Zhenshan, in his seventies, was on the phone when he saw Yang Ping and gestured before continuing with the call, "I know, Professor Yang has arrived, the patient is on the way to our hospital, leave it to us."

He was speaking to Professor Xin from Fuwai Hospital in Beijing, who had just returned not long ago and had received this emergency call.

Director Ouyang Songhua from the cardiovascular surgery department at Nandu Affiliated Hospital One, a student of his, had just come back from an academic conference abroad. He hadn’t even settled down at home when their emergency department received a terrifying case—a full aortic dissection putting the patient’s life on the line, requiring an emergency full aortic replacement. This type of surgery could only be expertly performed by Director Xin, and Ouyang Songhua had never conducted such a risky major surgery and couldn’t take the lead.

Professor Xin Weicong of Fuwai Hospital could be regarded as the leading figure in China’s major vascular surgery, a branch of cardiovascular surgery, specializing in surgeries of the aorta and the inferior and superior vena cava.

In the past, faced with such situations, he used to fly across the country with his team, rushing to save people on site, but most patients couldn’t wait that long, thus they had to gamble with their lives.

Only about 2% of such patients could be saved, with 92% beyond rescue—most never made it to the hospital.

Across the country, Professor Xin Weicong, always on call to save lives, ensured that those who could make it to Beijing got treated at their hospital; for those too critically ill to transfer, doctors would fly to save them on-site.

For 20 years, Professor Xin led his team nationwide, "putting out fires" this way. Still, only about 2% of patients with aortic dissection managed to get surgery and survive.

This disease, those with no chance of survival far outnumber those who are saved.

At this moment, there were no other choices, either Director Ouyang Songhua took the lead in the main surgery, but even if the patient could make it to the operating table, Director Ouyang Songhua had no experience in the procedure and literally couldn’t save the patient.

So the only option was for Professor Xin to lead the team to perform an emergency surgery at Nandu Affiliated Hospital One, but the patient was in such critical condition that they couldn’t wait that long before the "vascular balloon" would burst.

In desperation, Professor Xin thought of Yang Ping. He tried to get Professor Cao to ask if Yang Ping could perform this surgery. If he could, that would be great. If not, the only option was to gamble with the patient’s life, hoping for the 2% chance.

Professor Cao Zhenshan had no more doubts and got straight to the point when asking Yang Ping, "Can you do it?"

Yes! That meant it was absolutely doable!

He had already accepted this concept.

Professor Cao hung up the phone:

"The patient is still on the way. Nandu Affiliated Hospital One has performed an emergency CT scan, come and take a look," said Professor Cao, who didn’t feel his age of over seventy years at all. He remained energetic. It wasn’t that his body could truly outlast that of the young, but the decades of professional experience forged an indomitable spirit in life-saving situations, regardless of how tired he was, he had to be energetic.

The emergency department’s electronic screen lit up. This computer was connected to the network, specifically for receiving examination data transmitted from other hospitals.

The CT scan images of the entire thoracoabdominal region appeared on the screen, starting from the ascending aorta, crossing the aortic arch, and going down to the descending aorta, then to the abdominal aorta, and further to the iliac arteries, continuing downward, all the way to the femoral arteries on both sides—completely torn. A huge, long, oval-shaped black balloon was filling the chest and abdominal cavities, pushing the neighboring organs to one side.

This "balloon," a metaphor for life, could explode at any moment. Once it burst, almost all the blood would spill into the thoracoabdominal cavity, and the patient would die instantly.

The horrific dissection of the aorta was something Yang Ping had never seen in reality before.

Yang Ping and everyone around him took a deep breath, chills running down their spines, uncertain if the patient would make it to the hospital alive.

With less than a 2% chance, it was unknown if he had the fortune to survive.

Song Zimo, Xu Zhiliang, Zhang Lin, Little Five, Liang Fatty—Yang Ping’s entire team was in place, sitting right beside him at this moment.

The extracorporeal circulation team from Sanbo Hospital also arrived in time. This surgery had to be performed with the heart stopped, under extracorporeal circulation.

"Professor Yang, no problem, right?" Professor Cao Zhenshan asked, swallowing his saliva.

Yang Ping nodded, "No problem. Let the cardiovascular team get all the instruments and artificial blood vessels ready. I’ll lead the main surgery."

Yang Ping’s response was very confident, and utterly calm and rational.

"Director Xin’s call!" Professor Cao Zhenshan’s phone rang again, then he spoke for a while before handing the phone to Yang Ping.

"Rest assured, Professor Xin, as long as the patient arrives alive on the operating table, I won’t let him slip away," Yang Ping said briefly, encouragingly, then outlined the key points on how the operation would be performed.

After listening to him, Professor Xin knew that Yang Ping was a true expert, possessing extensive experience in major vascular surgery. Without hundreds of surgeries under one’s belt, one simply couldn’t make such an assertion.

After finishing the call with Professor Xin, Yang Ping returned the phone to Professor Cao. Professor Xin reminded Professor Cao on the phone, "Let Professor Yang take the lead. Follow all of Professor Yang’s arrangements, and don’t allow Songhua to be the chief surgeon."

Ouyang Songhua, the Department Director of Major Vascular Surgery at Nandu Affiliated Hospital One, was deemed by Director Xin as lacking the capability for such an operation.

The emergency department was usually crowded, now there were even more people, but the ambulance hadn’t arrived yet.

Yang Ping wasn’t anxious. He had long passed the state of being anxious. He sat in front of the electronic screen, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desktop.

"Once the patient arrives, take him straight to the operating table; no need for angiography, just open the chest and abdomen, and replace the vessels!" Yang Ping instructed Song Zimo, instructing Director Xiang of the cardiac surgery team.

They had just been busy learning the myocardial resection technique with Professor Yang, and they had just enthusiastically completed surgeries on ten pigs. Without any time to buffer, such a critical patient arrived.

Director Xiang’s spirits were uplifted; he had never done such a surgery before.

"Guo Peihua, male, 30 years old---"

More data had already been transmitted from Nandu Affiliated Hospital One, but the patient still hadn’t arrived.