Chapter 486: Expectations for the Operating Room

Fan Dao was still busy.

Although he returned to the hotel to rest, he had changed his usual habits.

He used to turn off his phone when sleeping, but for the past few days he hadn't, keeping it on 24 hours a day so that the staff remaining at the hospital could send him messages whenever there was news.

If there was an emergency, they were to call him directly.

The patient had received a Blood Transfusion and intravenous hyperalimentation after the surgery; although the patient was elderly and had suffered greatly from Hemorrhagic Shock and other factors, the recovery was extremely fast.

By the morning of the second day after surgery, the patient was already out of bed for rehabilitation training.

Only after seeing this message did the weight on Fan Dao's heart lift.

He immediately gathered the technical staff to begin editing the recorded content.

Even for Fan Dao, this kind of rush-job reality show was a first; he had once found it hard to believe that Xianggang films in those years could produce a high-quality work in just over 20 days.

But now that he was in the thick of it, Fan Dao felt as if his meridians had been cleared; he was full of inspiration and energy, and he couldn't wait to finish editing and watch it.

He estimated that when this episode aired, the number of concurrent viewers would reach a peak, a record-breaking peak.

As for whether it could become a national-level variety show, that would depend on fate.

After a day of sleepless editing and production, although there were still slight regrets, the time had come, and Fan Dao was relatively satisfied; he slept for a few hours and woke up before the show started to watch the program and the data simultaneously.

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First, it was the three Interns from the Neurosurgery Department who paved the way, with the Neurosurgery side initiating the concept of "Surgery Day."

Those three Interns followed along to the operating table, and although they had the demeanor of a Surgeon when they first appeared, there were no highlights.

Although it was a detail, the production team was quite attentive, referencing the style of Baise Jutai to have the Interns walk the runway. They looked a bit green, but under the lens, they also possessed quite the "demeanor" of a Surgeon.

It looked good, but Fan Dao knew that without Ji Xiang, and without being able to broadcast the entire surgical process, the viewership of this program would likely be very limited.

But even without censorship, broadcasting the entire surgical process, Fan Dao still had doubts; he worried that the bloody operating table would make many viewers uncomfortable.

Like Lord Ye who loved dragons, they had curiosity when they hadn't seen it, but after seeing it, they developed various psychological and physiological reactions; this was human nature.

Now, looking at Ji Xiang's surgery, it was truly just right!

"Director, the current number of concurrent viewers has reached 4 million," Fan Dao's assistant said excitedly.

Fan Dao was noncommittal; he knew this was just the beginning.

The surgery in the Neurosurgery Department had been pixelated, and things like drilling holes later on were not broadcast either; it was too bloody and violent.

Finally, the entire surgical process was explained through the slightly affected expressions of the guests, and the tension did not seem sufficient.

But this was the limit of what could be done; the data showed that the curiosity of the audience should have been satisfied to a certain extent.

After all, the operating room was mysterious to the vast majority of people.

Unlike other mysterious forbidden areas, which ordinary people could never touch in their entire lives, the operating room... everyone might enter it and deal with the Anesthesia doctor, the Circulating Nurse, the Instrument Nurse, and the operator.

Being able to see the environment inside first, many people were willing to spend their time on this.

This counted as an exploration segment.

Next, the scene returned to the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department, where Yang Zhuren appeared on camera for a brief interview.

The topic returned through Yang Zhuren to the patient who had been sentenced to "death" in the second episode; after Yang Zhuren briefly described the treatment of similar patients, Ji Xiang's figure appeared in the shot.

Following Ji Xiang into the Jieru Daoguan Shoushushi, the picture was much clearer this time; after the sterile drapes were laid, there was no pixelation throughout the entire process.

Ji Xiang was performing the puncture and placing the Arterial Sheath.

"Fan Dao, ordinary people perform a Femoral Artery Puncture by puncturing while aspirating the Syringe," Li Zhuren noted the subtle difference in Ji Xiang's gestures and was very satisfied, explaining to Fan Dao, "Xiao Ji Yisheng has precision; one needle goes down and lands exactly in the Femoral Artery, then he aspirates."

The explanation from Li Zhuren, Li Ming, was just right now.

As Ji Xiang aspirated, he hit the mark with one needle; the subsequent "mistake" and Li Zhuren's explanation very well clarified the pre-surgical process.

Overall, there were basically no bloody or violent scenes; it was just needle insertion.

Needle insertion, in the consciousness of ordinary people, was all a Nurse's job and had nothing to do with a Doctor.

The only "bloody" shot was kept: a stream of dark red blood welled out, and then the Guide Wire was sent in.

Just for this one segment, Fan Dao had pulled every string he could to keep it.

After all, it was "flowing" out, not spraying out, so he could still argue his case.

And since this was the only borderline shot in the entire surgery, it didn't matter if it was kept.

As the Guide Wire entered, Ji Xiang began to step on the pedal. The camera cut to Ji Xiang's feet, and the audience could clearly see the entire process of stepping on the pedal.

"Director, Interventional Surgery really matches the current requirements," Fan Dao's assistant said with a smile, "The whole process is imaging, just like watching a film, but that's how the surgery is done."

"And," Fan Dao smiled, emphasizing his tone, "even among Doctors and Nurses, many don't know how Interventional Surgery is done. Few people know, especially those half-baked amateurs who don't understand, so there are few voices of criticism."

"Hahaha," Fan Dao's assistant laughed triumphantly.

Indeed, the operating room was a forbidden zone, and the Jieru Daoguan Shoushushi was the quietest place within that forbidden zone. Let alone ordinary viewers, even the Doctors and Nurses in the hospital didn't have many people who knew enough about this place.

The data made Fan Dao very satisfied; watching the number of concurrent viewers slowly climb with no sign of stopping, the expectation in Fan Dao's heart gradually rose higher and higher.

He imagined everyone thought this surgery was the climax of Surgery Day.

If following the normal flow, that was indeed the case.

However, this was just a beginning.

Unexpected?

Surprised!

The surgery proceeded quickly; the Guide Wire reached the position, the Catheter was sent in along the Guide Wire, the medicine and Lipiodol were released near the hepatic hilum, and the surgery was declared over.

Although it was just a glimpse, it had already satisfied the needs of the vast majority of the audience.

They had seen the operating room and watched an entire surgery, and it was a surgery without pixelation.

So this was what Interventional Surgery was like; Fan Dao could even see countless exclamations rising from all over the country in the boring data.

He guessed that the screen was probably already so covered in bullet comments that the picture couldn't be seen clearly, Fan Dao guessed in his heart.

The scene flashes after the communication between Fan Dao and Li Zhuren, arriving at the Doctor's Office.

General Manager Han Chu begins to explain, facing the image data.

The camera records his every move, and the data of ten patients is displayed one by one before the audience across the country.

"Late-stage Liver Cancer can actually be cured?"

Countless bullet comments fly across the screen, blotting out the sky and covering the sun.

(End of this chapter)