Chapter 512: Don't Bully the Young Because They Are Poor

"Dad, is a bronchial foreign body hard to remove?" Zhao Tianjiao asked, looking somewhat dazed.

"It's hard." Zhao Yuanzhang didn't know much about it either, but he had seen it before. "Besides, the patient's foreign body is a staple; it's very small, which increases the difficulty."

"On top of that, the staple has already caused airway bleeding, forming some blood scabs that block the airway. Although the main airway is quite wide and these blood scabs don't affect much, if the operation is handled improperly, subsequent hyperplasia or similar conditions will inevitably lead to airway stenosis."

"Can interventional surgery work?" Zhao Tianjiao was confused by what he heard, but since he only cared about Ji Xiang, he asked offhandedly.

Zhao Yuanzhang shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

Interventional surgery itself was a niche department, and Zhao Yuanzhang didn't know much about it.

By the time the hospital acquired the DSA Machine, he had already moved to the administrative office and rarely came into contact with new clinical technologies.

He only understood a little bit, but in front of his son, Zhao Yuanzhang had to maintain his persona, so he could only try to speak as little as possible.

Zhao Tianjiao watched the television with total concentration; the immense pressure brought by the gloomy imagery made his breathing heavy before he even realized it.

It was as if he himself had admitted a thorny patient, facing not only the patient's life and safety but also the blame from the Family Member should the treatment fail due to the complexity of the condition.

All of this, combined with the gloomy, low-key, and heavy visual style, had pulled Zhao Tianjiao into the hospital, making him feel as if he were there in person, as if the Doctor admitting the patient were himself.

Hearing his son's breathing grow heavier, Zhao Yuanzhang knew he was very nervous.

Who wouldn't be nervous when encountering a patient like this?

If a primary hospital had already caused complications during treatment, and the higher-level hospital couldn't clean up the mess, while there might not necessarily be serious consequences, there would always be problems.

The key was that if a Bronchoscope couldn't do it, and Thoracoscopy might not be able to either, a major Thoracotomy would be required.

Even though surgical incisions for Thoracotomy were getting smaller now, a 15-20cm incision was still very large.

What would happen next?

The footage had changed from cinematic quality to variety-show quality; clearly, neither the budget nor the time allowed for cinematic quality throughout the entire process.

The Patient was sent into the Hybrid Operating Room, and both teams had arrived.

One group was from the Interventional Department; they would go first, striving to remove the staple using minimally invasive means. The other group was from the Thoracic Surgery Department; if the Interventional Surgery failed, they would have to perform a Thoracotomy.

Zhao Yuanzhang watched without blinking; the footage skipped the pre-operative process, and unlike the first two episodes, there was no camera crew behind the scenes recording the operator's surgical process.

All that appeared on the screen were the surgical images from the DSA Machine.

Guide Wire, Catheter, retrieval devices—various models of retrieval devices.

The retrieval device could "catch" the staple, but for various reasons, several attempts failed to "pull" the staple out of the Right Main Bronchus.

This was a limitation of technology; if the experienced Lao Zhuren at the Affiliated Hospital couldn't remove it, then it couldn't be removed, and a Thoracotomy was needed—Zhao Yuanzhang knew this deeply.

What to do next?

Whatever Bai Chuzhang could think of, Zhao Yuanzhang could think of too; he estimated that Ji Xiang would have to step in next.

He hadn't expected that a tiny Standardized Training Student who had just arrived at the Second Affiliated Hospital a few months ago would actually reach this point.

His peripheral vision fell on his son, and he saw Zhao Tianjiao with his hands clenched into fists on his lap, his back straight, his face full of seriousness and tension.

"Get Ji Xiang."

The appearance of the voice-over broke Zhao Tianjiao's immersive experience; his body stiffened slightly, his muscles visibly tensed, looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Zhao Yuanzhang sighed inwardly, knowing that Ji Xiang was an obsession in his son's heart.

Yet the gap between the two was like the number of Tying Knots in the grand competition—one was the limit of an ordinary person, while the other was unreachable.

In just a few months, Ji Xiang had been able to make the director of the Interventional Department at Hangzhou Medical College's First Affiliated Hospital ask for him to save the surgery after it had failed.

This was incredible, but it was also unexpected yet reasonable.

The moment Ji Xiang and Zhao Zhe appeared on the screen, Zhao Yuanzhang had no heart to watch the program; he already knew the final outcome. At this moment, Zhao Yuanzhang was more concerned with whether his son could walk out of this inner demon.

Knowing when to concede is a necessary skill for an adult.

Admitting that one is not the protagonist of life is a part of growing up.

As for Ji Xiang, he was an outlier.

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The moment Shen Ke saw Zhao Zhe appear, he was completely stunned. He looked at the screen as if facing a formidable enemy, his eyes flashing with shifting light.

Unlike Zhao Tianjiao, what Shen Ke was thinking about was not being competitive.

The desire to be competitive had already been slapped out of him the moment Zhao Yuanzhang raised his hand; now, Shen Ke felt some regret in his heart.

If he had known that Zhao Zhe, this hopeless old Attending Physician, would have a day like this, he should have treated him better back then.

If he hadn't looked down on him, Shen Ke wouldn't have offended him so easily. He could have just raised his hand and let him go like a fart back then.

There was that saying that used to circulate in society about how the tides turn every thirty years, along with the phrase "Don't bully the young because they are poor," which had a very strong adolescent vibe.

Why this phrase had suddenly become popular and where it originated, Shen Ke did not know.

But at this moment, his mind was filled with—don't bully the young because they are poor.

Zhao Zhe, this hopeless old Attending Physician, had become the surgeon saving a thorny operation at the First Affiliated Hospital of Hangzhou Medical College.

Then what about the future?

The camera footage had been gloomy the whole time, giving people a feeling of oppression.

When Ji Xiang appeared, the director gave Ji Xiang only one splash of color—the green isolation gown, and that young, partially visible face hidden under the mask and cap.

Everything was full of vitality.

Although Zhao Zhe only stood behind Ji Xiang and was not conspicuous, Shen Ke's gaze still fell on him.

A thick and sturdy thigh—the old thing Zhao Zhe had latched onto it so tightly; Shen Ke began to reflect on everything he had done before.

Was there any possibility of improving the relationship between himself and Zhao Zhe? Shen Ke had only this one thought.

One doesn't fear a thief stealing, but one fears a thief coveting.

Doctors at higher-level hospitals rarely take action to suppress doctors at the level of Yuanliao City; it's not mainly because they can't, but because everyone's levels are fundamentally different, and there is rarely any deep-seated hatred between the two.

He was as arrogant as he was when he stopped Zhao Zhe from transferring jobs, and now he was just as apprehensive.

Director Xu stared blankly as Zhao Zhe and Ji Xiang went onto the surgery.

He did not know that this was supplementary footage; if he had known the situation at the time, he would likely have had even more thoughts.

Ji Xiang bent the Guide Wire to a suitable angle and extended it through the side hole of the Catheter, instantly "hooking" the staple; then, the Catheter in Zhao Zhe's hand coordinated perfectly, the staple shifted to a different angle, and it was smoothly removed.

Director Xu had not expected it to go so smoothly; the moment the staple was removed, he stared at the screen with an expressionless face, his mind in complete chaos.

(End of this chapter)