Surgery Godfather
Chapter 888 - 783: The Ceiling of Aortic Dissection_3

Chapter 888: Chapter 783: The Ceiling of Aortic Dissection_3

Director Ouyang Songhua was also taken aback.

"What’s the blood pressure? Fatty!"

"95/64mmHg."

"After the surgery, send him to CCU!"

"The bed has already been arranged; it’s waiting right outside the operating room."

After the surgery, Guo Peihua was taken to the CCU for monitoring and treatment. Since the Cardiac Surgery Department at Sanbo Hospital had not yet been fully developed and there was no ICU specialized for cardiac surgery, he had to be transferred to the CCU for coronary diseases, which at least had more specialized doctors compared to a general ICU or Trauma ICU.

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Guo Peihua’s phone had turned on automatically in the morning. His parents had been trying to reach him all along because Today was his birthday.

Yet there he lay in the CCU of Sanbo Hospital, connected to a ventilator and various tubes all over his body.

His belongings, including his phone, were sealed in a plastic bag and temporarily kept by a nurse.

Guo Peihua was a homebody with few friends. The high school classmate who had called 120 for him had visited the hospital early in the morning, but didn’t get to see Guo Peihua himself. After having a talk with Doctor Ruan, who was in charge, to understand Guo’s condition, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, the medical student’s judgment was correct—it was indeed a tear in the aortic dissection. Fortunately, he got to the operating table in time.

If it hadn’t been for the med student’s professional intuition in calling 120, Guo Peihua would have been in trouble by now. The pain was making him sweat profusely, and he was on the verge of fainting. When the emergency medics reached his doorstep and received no response to their knocks, their only option was to seek help from the on-duty security guard. The guard, a kind-hearted man from Shandong, had no hesitation in breaking the door down because he thought it was a matter of life and death, and there was no time to wait for a locksmith or firefighter.

The nurse noticed the phone kept vibrating. As per usual practice, the patient had no family to accompany him, so the nurses would ordinarily contact family members using the numbers on the phone.

Since he had just been admitted to the CCU and there hadn’t been time to inform the family, the incoming call was timely. The nurse immediately summoned Doctor Ruan, who answered the phone, identified himself, and then informed the caller of Guo Peihua’s condition.

After hearing the explanation, the person on the other side cursed, "Scammers! How did scammers get the phone?"

Doctor Ruan, feeling helpless, called back using the same number, but the call was disconnected right away. After several attempts, the other side finally picked up again, saying, "Stop doing these immoral things. You’re young, why choose to be a scammer? There are so many better things to do than cheating old people. Not long ago, someone called us saying my son was in a car accident and that we needed to transfer money right away. We nearly fell for it. The bank clerk stopped us at the very last moment. And now what? Something about blood vessels tearing and having just undergone surgery, lying in an ICU—will this ever end?"

"This kid, he must have gotten drunk again last night and lost his phone," they discussed amongst themselves over the phone.

It was not uncommon for Guo Peihua to sleep through an entire day, especially after drinking heavily, and during such times, he wouldn’t answer any calls. This wasn’t the first incident of its kind, and sometimes it was days before they could contact him, so his parents were familiar with their son’s habits and concluded that this was another scam.

At his company, Guo Peihua’s presence was infrequent since he worked from home most of the time and rarely punched in at the office, showing up only a few times a month. Therefore, whether he showed up for work or not, it was of little concern to others.

His high school classmate, who had managed to make it to the hospital, didn’t think of notifying Guo Peihua’s family either.

This classmate knew Guo Peihua was a homebody living alone, which is why he had casually called 120 for him, but had not thought about following up with a call to the family.

In Guo Peihua’s case, had he been the target of foul play, it was likely that it would have taken a month before his body was discovered.

Doctor Ruan had no choice but to seek advice from the Department Director. Director Kang was a doctorate holder and a complete bookworm. He couldn’t understand why merely calling back was such a difficult task. When he tried calling himself, all he got was a busy signal, likely indicating he’d been blocked.

So, Director Kang used the department’s landline to call again and, pressing the speakerphone button, the call connected. Kang glanced at Doctor Ruan—"See, it went through, didn’t it?"

As the call connected, Director Kang immediately introduced himself and explained the situation. The conversation was cut short with a curse and an immediate blocking.

Doctors and nurses gathered around Director Kang, whose face turned red. He hung up the phone, "Get back to work, you all seem quite idle."

PS: This Chapter necessitates a mention of Professor Sun Lizhong from Anzhen Hospital—the best individual globally in terms of the results of aortic dissection surgery. Professor Sun used to work at Fuwai before being transferred to Anzhen. At a global-level academic conference, the host introduced Professor Sun as "the best individual globally in the results of aortic dissection surgery. Pay attention, the whole world!" That year, Professor Sun led a team of over twenty Chinese delegates to an academic conference in Japan. The Japanese organizers only allotted a lunchtime slot for his lecture, clearly underestimating him. So Professor Sun spontaneously changed his presentation topic to discuss just two cases—one involving an aortic arch replacement with the heart still beating, and one involving a complete aortic replacement. After his lecture, the Japanese audience was left in stunned silence, not daring to ask questions, as no Japanese doctor was capable of performing these two kinds of surgeries; they simply weren’t on the same level. After the lecture, Professor Sun’s treatment at the conference skyrocketed from ’ordinary participant’ to ’super VIP’—a true story!