Chapter 1489: Chapter 1114: Humanoid Position Fixator_2

    The anesthesiologist just finished tracheal intubation, establishing mechanical ventilation. Director He personally participates in CPR, nurses are administering rescue medication, and two graduate students are jointly maintaining the patient’s position. Other doctors and nurses are also busy, working in perfect coordination. Everyone is occupied, so they don’t have time to report the case to Yang Ping; Yang Ping has to check it himself. The patient’s chest CT is hanging on the viewing lamp.

    A huge mediastinal tumor, clearly malignant, has already eroded numerous surrounding organs. Director He has a decent skill level now and dares to be the chief surgeon for such surgery.

    “The massive tumor is pressing against the heart; even before we started anesthesia, the heartbeat and respiration suddenly stopped.” Director He is sweating profusely, finally finding a small moment to speak to Yang Ping.

    “Indeed rare, such a large mediastinal tumor.” Yang Ping squints slightly.

    After a tense round of CPR, the patient finally exhibits heartbeat and respiration. Director He breathes a sigh of relief: “There we go! There we go!”

    “Professor Yang, should we proceed with the surgery or not? Although CPR was successful, the vital signs are unstable and may arrest again at any time.” Director He approaches.

    Yang Ping crosses his arms over his chest, carefully examining the film: “Case report!”

    Director He then remembers he was too busy earlier to report the case, swiftly extending his right hand: “Case report!”

    Instantly, the case report is handed to Director He, who personally passes it to Yang Ping. Yang Ping flips through it page by page: “Is everything here? Are there any test results not yet attached?”

    “No, everything is here, fully synchronized with the electronic medical record,” the physician in charge answers for Director He.

    “Such a gigantic mediastinal tumor, it’s likely they’ve tried many hospitals without anyone daring to operate?” Yang Ping asks while flipping through the case report.

    Director He nods: “Yes, they’ve toured the country, and no one dared perform surgery. Someone recommended the patient come here, and I said, let them come; I’ll be the chief surgeon.”

    “Courageous!” Yang Ping gives a thumbs up.

    Director He says embarrassedly, “I wouldn’t have dared to step on stage if I hadn’t confirmed you were at the hospital today. Initially, I thought I’d go solo and bother you only if there were issues. I didn’t expect to run into this mess before even starting.”

    “How are the vital signs?” Director He chats with Yang Ping while keeping an eye on the patient’s situation.

    The anesthesiologist answers: “Old He, the vital signs are unstable, heart rate is irregular, blood pressure fluctuates, breathing is also erratic. The current condition can’t withstand this surgery; should we transfer to ICU?”

    “Is there a heartbeat and respiration?” Yang Ping casually turns around, staring at the monitor beside the operating table.

    “Yes!”

    Professor Yang’s aura is impressive; he remains calm in such a perilous situation, not even blinking.

    After observing the screen of the monitor showing changing numbers, Yang Ping turns around again, focusing on the CT films on the viewing lamp.

    “If we don’t operate, this massive tumor pressing on the heart can’t be alleviated by even a 90-degree seated position; if sent back under these conditions, can there be any hope? Taking the risk of surgery offers a slim chance; sending back now means dragging them for three or four days, which won’t work.”

    Director He immediately grasped Yang Ping’s logic: “There’s hope with surgery, no hope at all sending them back to the ward without surgery?”

    “Exactly!” Yang Ping affirms.

    A young doctor nearby tugs on Professor He’s clothes, seemingly wanting to discreetly speak. The doctor is Doctor Xiao Wu from the department, well-regarded by Director He for his solid theory and practical level, also as an excellent writer, considered a valued talent.

    Director He wasn’t sure about the urgency, stepping away a few steps, and the doctor signals for a chat outside the operating room. Director He follows him outside.

    “Could it not be said here? Why the secrecy?”

    The two move outside the operating room.

    Doctor Xiao Wu says, “Boss, this kind of patient might die on the operating table, and if that happens, others might think you’re responsible. Now directly transferring to the ICU, dragging a few days then dying, wouldn’t cause us trouble. You’re at a peak upward path right now; why raise a fuss?”

    Director He is startled by calm-spoken Doctor Xiao Wu speaking so worldly today.

    “So young and already so sophisticated? It’s about human life now; is this the time to play mind games?” Director He softly scolds Xiao Wu.

    Xiao Wu’s face flushes: “Boss, I’m thinking of your good; there’s no need to take this risk right now. This troublesome patient and such issues before surgery, forcibly proceeding on stage, if anything occurs, would damage your reputation. If stepping away now, no one would say your skills are lacking, given no one nationwide dared to be the chief surgeon.”

    “Xiao Wu, the patient trusts me this much, should I just give up?” Director He is clearly against this.

    Seeing Director He’s insistence, Xiao Wu suggests: “Why not bring Professor Yang on stage together? Success claims you, failure claims him; with his reputation, he covers you.”

    “What are you thinking? Making Professor Yang what? Making me what? Next time don’t say such words, Xiao Wu; as doctors, we should be straightforward. Just doing procedures correctly, fearing nothing else; if worried about this, worried about that, stop being a doctor, go sell pork instead.” Director He is angry.

    Damn it! Director He curses internally. If not for Xiao Wu’s good intentions, he would’ve kicked him; how could he be so calculative?

    After returning, Director He says, “If there’s a shred of hope, I believe we should risk surgery. Not doing so means missing the only life-saving opportunity for the patient, which I’m unwilling to let go for personal self-interest.”

    “Okay!” Yang Ping responds.

    Director He circles the operating table: “This patient can’t lay down; how do we operate?”

    “Adapt to the situation; there are no set patterns for special cases. As long as it benefits the surgery, any position works; isn’t the current one good?” Yang Ping believes special cases require special treatment methods.

    “It’s not well-fixed!”

    Following this thought process, Director He plans a positioning strategy and calls out: “Bring a student with some strength and stamina, sit beside the operating table, push against the patient’s back, fixing them so I can operate at the front. During surgery, the assistant uses wire to lift the tumor, preventing it from sinking and pressing on the heart.”

    Director He develops a clearer idea around this positioning. With Professor Yang nearby, he becomes bolder; what’s there to fear?

    “Xiao Zhang, come over; aren’t you into weightlifting usually? Now’s the time to put it to use.”

    The called Xiao Zhang, a graduate student, immediately feels timid; this isn’t child’s play. Very exhausting, pushing continuously for several surgery hours, without necessary swapping, in a stifling heat beneath a sterilized sheet.

    “I can’t...” Xiao Zhang blurts out.

    “Young and already can’t? Usually lifting so much it’s useless; key moment just can’t, lift and play ball, who can step forward.” Director He is impatient.

    A young, lean fellow volunteers: “Director, I’ll do it.”

    The young fellow looks vigorous despite his thin appearance, not at all frail: “You sure?”

    “What man isn’t sure? At key moments, absolutely sure.” The young man asserts confidently.

    “You’re up! If unable, say so. Give him a nose oxygen tube, under sterile sheets it’s easy to lack oxygen later. Patrolling nurse, keep remembering he’s inside, ask periodically.” Director He immediately arranges.

    “What’s your name?” Director He inquires.

    The graduate student immediately says, “I’m Zuo Yaomen, newly rotating in the department.”

    As the graduate student speaks, he moves beside the patient. The patrolling nurse prepares a stool for him, where he sits and pushes against the patient’s back with his palms, acting as a human position fixture for the surgery.