Chapter 332: The Answer Lies on the Surface of the Puzzle

"It's that simple?" Ma Jiaoshou asked again, bewildered and at a loss.

He had expected Ji Xiang to use some heaven-defying method to solve the problem, never imagining that a 12F Arterial Sheath would be enough to pull out the knotted catheter.

During the previous hospital-wide consultation, everyone had looked as if their parents had died, feeling as though the sky were about to collapse; no one had ever seen a Swan-Ganz floating catheter knot inside a blood vessel, let alone had any ideas on how to fix it.

Furthermore, because it involved a heart transplant, the Patient could not withstand any rough handling, and even Zhao Zhuren had shamelessly pretended to faint just to avoid the surgery.

But!

No one had expected it to be this simple.

"It might just be a matter of perspective," Ji Xiang said calmly.

A matter of perspective!

Zhao Yuanzhang Jixiang stared fixedly at the Swan-Ganz floating catheter that had just been removed, listening to Ji Xiang's faint words, and he believed Ji Xiang was showing off!

A long, tight knot had formed at the tip of the floating catheter, and there were already signs of blood clots coagulating on the knot.

If it had been any later, perhaps once the blood clot formed and detached, it would have led to a Pulmonary Embolism.

A heart transplant Patient certainly could not have survived the ordeal of emergency treatment for a Pulmonary Embolism post-surgery.

If it had truly reached that point, it would have been troublesome, and in all likelihood, the Patient would not have lived to see tomorrow's sun.

Ji Xiang's handling of the situation could be called perfect; the operation was simple and clear, easy to understand at a glance, saving the Patient and avoiding excessive subsequent rescue, surgery, and treatment.

However!

A sense of discomfort rose in Zhao Jixiang's heart.

It was not just because of Zhao Tianjiao.

If it were only his son's jealousy, Zhao Jixiang would have used Ji Xiang as a whetstone to urge his son to improve.

But now, it was not like that at all.

Scene after scene from these past few hours flashed through Zhao Jixiang's mind, and that pitch-black pot was there too.

Yet all of this had been shattered by Ji Xiang's simple operation, smashed into smithereens.

A matter of perspective.

In Ji Xiang's eyes, that pitch-black pot was nothing; it didn't exist at all.

While Zhao Jixiang was dazed, Ji Xiang had already pressed sterile Gauze over the Swan-Ganz floating catheter puncture site and asked for 3M tape to stick it down.

"All done," Ji Xiang turned and greeted Bai Chuzhang.

"Xiao... Doctor Ji..."

Even Bai Chuzhang began to stammer.

"Bai Chuzhang, let's send the Patient back first," Ji Xiang said.

His mood today was not very good either; although the "ding-dong" sound of the System Task completion had reached his ears after the surgery and he had received generous rewards, Ji Xiang was still unsatisfied.

Being able to perform the surgery this time was actually a bit of "luck," relying on Bai Chuzhang's trust in him and his willingness to take responsibility.

Similar things must be done by me in the future! Ji Xiang secretly made up his mind.

Bai Chuzhang called for people to move the Patient onto a flat cart, and as he was leaving, he whispered to Ji Xiang, "Xiao Ji, go wait for me at Liu Zhuren's place."

"Okay."

Liu Zhuren glanced at the unsettled Dean and pulled Ji Xiang away secretly.

"Xiao Ji, that was awesome!" Once out of the operating room, Liu Zhuren gave a thumbs up, not sparing any praise.

"Liu Zhuren, you're too kind."

"What? Think I'm not praising you enough?" Liu Zhuren looked at Ji Xiang with a smile, "Xiao Ji, how could it be so simple? Changing to a 12F Arterial Sheath solved the problem; watching your operation, it was simple to the Extreme Point, but..."

But, there were many questions that followed, and for a moment, Liu Zhuren didn't know where to start.

"Xiao Ji, how did you think of that?"

Lu Gang's voice came from behind.

"Teacher Lu." Ji Xiang greeted Lu Gang.

"I'm asking you a question, hurry up and say it, don't keep us in suspense." Lu Gang looked serious.

"It's mainly because our hospital doesn't perform enough surgeries," Ji Xiang said.

"..."

"..."

What was Ji Xiang saying!

The Second Affiliated Hospital, one of the top three in the province, and he actually said they don't perform enough surgeries?!

"Cavernous Body Puncture, I performed that surgery with Gu Lao, you two know that."

"I know," Lu Gang said.

Liu Zhuren already understood what Ji Xiang meant, and he didn't speak.

"The human anatomical structure is right there; in an Emergency Rescue, if the Patient can't keep an Intravenous Access, they'll probably be gone soon. Everyone thinks about it, but... Liu Zhuren... I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

As Ji Xiang spoke, he felt his words were problematic and quickly apologized.

"Hahaha, that's the logic." Liu Zhuren put his arm around Ji Xiang's shoulder and laughed loudly, "I've performed Urological Surgery my whole life, the answer was right on the surface of the puzzle, yet I didn't know it. Xiao Ji's words make sense."

Lu Gang also had nothing to say.

"Actually, it really is a very simple operation," Ji Xiang smiled, "It's just a matter of perspective; once you've seen it, it's very easy to solve if you encounter it again."

"..."

Liu Zhuren and Lu Gang were silent.

Ji Xiang was "lecturing" them like a superior Doctor, yet every word he said was substantial.

Zhao Xiangming lay on the bed in the Anesthesiology Department Duty Room, his eyes tightly shut, pretending to be unconscious.

Others knew he was faking it, he knew that others knew he was faking it, and others also knew that he knew everyone understood he was faking being unconscious.

But what did that matter?

A Swan-Ganz floating catheter Tying Knots—this kind of hellish "complication" was something he absolutely could not touch!

If it was embarrassing, so be it; if he pretended to be unconscious, at least he would have an excuse later.

"Director."

Ma Jiaoshou's voice came through.

Zhao Xiangming didn't speak, keeping his eyes closed and continuing to play dead.

"Director, the surgery is finished."

Zhao Xiangming still didn't speak, as if the coffin lid had already been nailed shut.

"The surgery went very smoothly, the Swan-Ganz floating catheter was removed, and the Patient's vital signs are stable. Please wake up, wake up."

Zhao Xiangming was startled, his whole body slightly stiffening.

What was Ma Jiaoshou saying? The surgery was finished in just these few minutes? He must be trying to trick him into getting up; it was impossible, absolutely impossible!

If it were just the beginning when the tip of the Swan-Ganz floating catheter had just looped, Zhao Xiangming would have believed that Ji Xiang could use a Catheter to push the tip out and restore it to its normal shape.

But it had already formed a dead knot; even the King of Heaven himself couldn't do anything about it!

Play dead, absolutely refuse to speak; whoever wants to take the blame for this can take it, it has nothing to do with me!

"Director, Ji Xiang used a 12F Arterial Sheath for an inferior aortic Stent. Once the Swan-Ganz floating catheter was pulled, it was drawn into the Arterial Sheath and removed. I originally also thought we would need the Vascular Surgery Department to perform surgery, but the facts prove it didn't need to be that troublesome."

Ah!

Zhao Xiangming thought of the Arterial Sheath, and one as thick as 12F at that; the fog before his eyes seemed to be blown away by the wind.

Was it like this?

It was like this!

"He replaced the original sheath of the Swan-Ganz floating catheter, and then pulled the knotted part out."

All of Zhao Xiangming's blood rushed to his head, his limbs were ice-cold, and his heart was thumping wildly.

It was that simple?!

"Director Zhao, stop playing dead, get up."

Zhao Jixiang kicked the edge of the bed in the Duty Room, and Zhao Xiangming's body swayed.

While he was concentrating on pondering the function of the 12F Arterial Sheath, Zhao Xiangming felt vaguely regretful, and suddenly, having been startled, a sharp pain came from his chest.

(End of this chapter)