Chapter 331: This Isn't a Best-Effort Case, It's a Suicide Mission

"Zhao Yuanzhang." Bai Chuzhang walked out of the Operating Room and came to Zhao Yuanzhang's side.

Because one had to step over the line inside the Operating Room, Zhao Yuanzhang stayed far away. Bai Chuzhang understood his mindset very well and was used to it.

After reporting the Patient's situation, Bai Chuzhang said, "The Patient just finished a heart transplant. If we put them under general anesthesia again and make a 5-8cm incision in the jugular vein to remove the Swan-Ganz floating catheter, there could be major problems."

Zhao Yuanzhang's face was as dark as water.

After Bai Chuzhang finished reporting, he was silent for a moment, then asked, "Is there any other way?"

"Not for the moment," Bai Chuzhang said. "Zhao Yuanzhang, how do you intend to explain this to the Family Member?"

The heart transplant was part of a research project, so Zhao Jixiang had snatched this task away from the Dean in charge of Clinical affairs.

If the Ghost Heart could be fully rolled out in the future, the history of the Second Affiliated Hospital would certainly record this achievement in heavy ink; this was what Zhao Jixiang wanted.

But he hadn't expected that while the surgery went smoothly and the Patient's postoperative recovery was also smooth, they would actually encounter a situation where the Swan-Ganz catheter had tied itself into a knot inside the blood vessel.

A perfectly executed surgery had run into a god-awful accidental situation, and Zhao Jixiang was at a loss.

He calmed himself down and habitually kicked the ball back, "Bai Chuzhang, how do you want to solve this?"

"I don't have any particularly good solutions. I can only explain it to the Family Member. If it really doesn't work and the Patient can't be taken off the table, we should prepare for the Jiguan Lou to be blocked."

"..."

Zhao Jixiang felt a chill on his scalp.

Because it was a heart transplant and the Family Member had some status and standing, Zhao Jixiang had been the one communicating and liaising from the start; Bai Chuzhang had basically never shown his face.

Moreover, Bai Chuzhang was always slippery; if he wanted to shift the blame, he definitely wouldn't take it.

Zhao Jixiang sighed deeply, "Bai Chuzhang, we have worked together for many years, and next year you are also moving up half a step to be in charge of Clinical affairs."

"Zhao Yuanzhang, things in the future are hard to say."

"You handle the disposal," Zhao Jixiang patted his chest. "If something goes wrong, I'll take it. If nothing goes wrong and the Patient is discharged safely, we both get the credit."

Zhao Jixiang said the last sentence very seriously and sincerely.

He was mainly terrified by Bai Chuzhang's mention of blocking the office building, to the point that he obscurely offered a great benefit.

However, Bai Chuzhang still didn't take it.

"Zhao Yuanzhang, they are still waiting inside, and I can't think of a way for now. I will follow your instructions; you decide what to do," Bai Chuzhang said distressfully.

Zhao Jixiang looked at Bai Chuzhang's crafty expression and quite bluntly said with disdain, "Bai Chuzhang, this is where you are wrong. What time is it now? I'll put my words here: you go ahead and do it. If something happens, it's on me. I, Lao Zhao, am not a person who shifts blame."

"Really?"

"Really."

At this moment, Zhao Jixiang truly did not want to communicate with the Family Member; having just successfully finished the surgery, he had already made promises that were twelve-tenths full.

"Then I will try," Bai Chuzhang said cautiously. "Just try, Zhao Yuanzhang."

"Go ahead and do it!"

Bai Chuzhang took out his phone and called Liu Zhuren.

"Liu Zhuren, get Ji Xiang up here, immediately, right now."

Hearing the name Ji Xiang, Zhao Jixiang's face turned pitch black, as if it had been smeared with soot from the bottom of a pot.

He hadn't expected that even with the Swan-Ganz catheter knotted in the blood vessel, Bai Chuzhang would be just like Zhao Xiangming and want to find Ji Xiang to solve the problem.

"Bai Chuzhang..."

"Zhao Yuanzhang, this is my only way. Otherwise, you do it," Bai Chuzhang said very bluntly.

Zhao Yuanzhang furrowed his brows and sighed, "I trust those I employ. Since we agreed to let you handle it, pretend I didn't say anything."

He thought viciously in his heart, *Do you really think I don't know how to shift blame? Are you kidding me, bringing a Standardized Training Student in to perform surgery? *

Zhao Jixiang truly did not believe Ji Xiang could have any solution.

And bringing Ji Xiang in to perform the surgery made shifting the blame incredibly easy.

Having figured this out, Zhao Jixiang's mood improved significantly; he relaxed, having already calculated how to shift the blame later.

Soon, Liu Zhuren brought Ji Xiang up.

"Little Ji Yisheng." Bai Chuzhang greeted him, tilting his head slightly to gaze at Ji Xiang.

"Bai Chuzhang, have you prepared the 12F catheter?"

"Yes."

"That's good. I'll go perform the surgery."

"Is the difficulty high?"

"Extremely simple."

"Simple?!" Bai Chuzhang and Zhao Yuanzhang were both shocked.

They both knew the Patient's situation; with the Swan-Ganz floating catheter knotted in the blood vessel, they had no idea what other good way there was to solve the problem besides cutting it open to remove it.

Even if there were, the difficulty would surely be sky-high.

But what did Ji Xiang say?

Simple!

"It's hard to explain it like this. We have to hurry, otherwise, if a Thrombosis appears where the Swan-Ganz catheter is knotted, it will be difficult to handle. Once a Pulmonary Embolism occurs, it will be a huge ordeal again," Ji Xiang said.

"!!!"

There was no time to hesitate; Bai Chuzhang nodded and called out, "Zhao Zhuren, let's go in together."

"Alright." Zhao Zhuren ran to make preparations.

Just after taking one step, Zhao Xiangming tripped his left foot over his right and fell flat on his face on the ground.

"Zhao Zhuren?"

Zhao Xiangming lay on the ground, motionless.

Bai Chuzhang snorted coldly.

Damn it, everyone knows this is a suicide mission, yet not a single person dares to step up.

That old geezer Zhao Xiangming actually came up with the trick of playing dead; it's simply an eyesore!

Bai Chuzhang cursed inwardly, but no matter what was said, Zhao Xiangming pretended to be unconscious, not saying a single word and lying honestly on the floor.

As a neurosurgeon, Bai Chuzhang had a hundred ways to make him look foolish and grovel.

But Ji Xiang's words from just a moment ago were still ringing in his ears—time is of the essence; otherwise, once Thrombosis occurs, a secondary Pulmonary Embolism will be troublesome.

"Interventional Department, Ma Jiaoshou, you go up." Bai Chuzhang pointed casually; Ma Jiaoshou looked as if he had eaten bitter melon, merely nodding without saying a word.

Zhao Jixiang did not act carelessly; fearing further complications, he put on Lead Clothing and went in with them.

Ji Xiang put on Lead Clothing, scrubbed in, and then stood at the operating table.

"12F Arterial Sheath."

The 12F Daoguan was delivered into Ji Xiang's hands.

At the puncture site of the Swan-Ganz catheter, Ji Xiang pulled out the original sheath and then inserted the 12F Arterial Sheath.

His hands were very steady.

"Doctor Xiao Ji," Ma Jiaoshou asked in distress, "what are you planning to do?"

"It's already done," Ji Xiang said calmly.

"Ah?!"

"Has Ma Jiaoshou never solved intraoperative problems for other departments?"

"No, I haven't."

"Oh, that's no wonder."

As Ji Xiang spoke, he began to pull out the Swan-Ganz catheter.

"Slow down!" Ma Jiaoshou reminded him instinctively.

"It's very simple, look." Ji Xiang's hand pulled outward; the 12F Arterial Sheath was very wide, and the knotted part of the Swan-Ganz catheter was pulled out without any obstruction at all.

Zhao Jixiang's eyelids twitched as he watched.

Bai Chuzhang immediately stared fixedly at the Cardiac Monitor.

Sinus rhythm, 92 beats per minute, blood pressure normal, oxygen saturation normal; the Patient seemed to feel nothing at all.

(End of this chapter)