Chapter 1776: with translation of chapter title

"Director Mao, you must help me." A middle-aged man stood at Mao Chi's doorstep, constantly bending over to plead.

His posture was very low, even appearing somewhat humble, more so than when he worked at 912 many years ago.

Even his neat, crisp suit looked like him—somewhat wrinkled, humility had sunk into the dust.

"Little Zhang, you…" Head of Vascular Department Mao Chi felt a bit embarrassed, but the person opposite, once a Team-leading Professor under him, now came begging, found it hard to say it wasn't difficult.

Zhang Jiaoshou had worked many years at 912; after transferring from military to civilian, he was poached by a private Hospital and became the Head of Vascular Surgery there.

Over the years, Zhang Jiaoshou's work was steady and conventional. He was relatively cautious, never launching high‑risk new projects, only doing what he was good at.

In a private enterprise, the biggest taboo is high risk.

Capitalists don't care about technological Progress; they pursue stable, risk‑free returns.

Being able to do the most certain Shou Bing is enough; anything more is left to top‑tier Hospitals.

Yesterday, Zhang Jiaoshou performed a Shou Bing for external iliac Vein stenosis.

Under interventional guidance, angiography confirmed the condition of the external iliac Vein, then a stent was placed in the stenotic segment; the Shou Bing was not difficult.

It was merely a procedure under local anesthesia: angiography of the inferior Vein and deep Vein of the right lower limb, plus balloon dilation and stent placement; the process went smoothly.

But unexpectedly, 22 hours later the patient suddenly developed supraventricular tachycardia and frequent ventricular premature beats.

After administering the appropriate medication, the treatment effect was poor and the patient's symptoms did not improve.

No choice, Zhang Jiaoshou could only request a bedside echocardiogram.

The echocardiogram showed a tubular strong echo about 23 mm in diameter in the right atrium, and a stent shadow about 48 mm in the inferior Vein, suggesting stent dislocation.

Upon seeing the echocardiogram image, he was completely stunned.

Stent dislocation…… lodged in the heart, this is almost the most severe complication in the Vascular Department!

Zhang Jiaoshou's hand went numb; what should be done next?

In an instant he thought of Mao Chi, Director Mao.

Back then at 912, no matter what happened, I never panicked this much. One phone call to Director Mao, though I'd get scolded, he could still solve the problem.

After all, his level was there.

Being able to be a chief at 912 meant they were the elite among the elite of the national medical community, whether in professional skill or interpersonal ability, they were the top of the line at the time.

The key point is that Director Mao protects his subordinates.

Whether he hits or scolds, in the end he can bear responsibility.

When serving as a Team-leading Professor at 912, Zhang Jiaoshou did not yet realize how precious this was. But after leaving 912, whenever he encountered a situation, he would always think of Mao Chi, Director Mao.

Therefore, Zhang Jiaoshou always carefully maintained his relationship with Mao Chi. Whenever holidays came, he would bring gifts to Director Mao's home to sit and chat Idle Talk.

One reason was to avoid being criticized for forgetting his roots; the other was to have someone to turn to for help if problems arose later.

To say that one shouldn't be arrogant, the difference in weight between Zhang Jiaoshou's directorship and Mao Chi's directorship is still significant.

After Zhang Jiaoshou judged what had happened, he called Director Mao, but felt it wasn't enough, so he rushed straight to Director Mao's home.

For such a matter, making a phone call seems too frivolous.

Speaking face‑to‑face directly, the chances of success would be higher.

Mao Chi felt embarrassed, saying: "Stent dislocation into the heart gives the patient a mortality risk over 50%. Little Zhang, this matter…"

"Director, you must help me." Zhang Jiaoshou bent over, refusing to raise himself.

At nearly fifty, maintaining this posture is quite difficult.

But today Zhang Jiaoshou has encountered an obstacle he cannot get past; no matter what, he must get Director Mao to come.

Mao Chi looked at Zhang Jiaoshou with a complex gaze, but in the end he softened.

They were all his subordinates; they left in the end because he had two Deputy Chiefs above him, making a directorship hopeless, so he sought another way out.

Over the years, this old acquaintance also made it hard for Mao Chi to refuse firmly, watching Zhang Jiaoshou fall into the abyss.

But to save him…… stent dislocation, or a large stent in the inferior Vein, falling into the heart. This situation cannot be completely removed by Interventional surgery.

Mao Chi fell into thought.

A dozen seconds of time were so embarrassing, so breath‑taking.

Zhang Jiaoshou found it hard to keep this posture; his body began to tremble slightly.

But he persisted; he also knew what Mao Chi was thinking, which is also why he did not dare to try to remove the stent.

If the stent hooks onto the heart's valves or foramen ovale, forcibly removing it would rupture the heart, causing cardiac tamponade, and the patient would die on the table.

Even if cardiac tamponade does not occur, there is a high probability of complications such as atrial fibrillation, ventricular fibrillation, etc.

In short, no matter what, the patient would hardly survive leaving the table.

The evening breeze brushed lightly, but neither of them felt that hint of tenderness in the fine weather.

"Little Zhang, get up." Mao Chi finally shook his head with a wry smile, saying: "How strong is the Thoracic force on your side?"

A hint of relief appeared on Zhang Jiaoshou's face.

Director Mao's question meant he had already agreed. He felt as if he were back in those days, when even if the sky fell, Director Mao was still there!

"Director, you also know, private Hospitals basically don't keep Thoracic personnel." Zhang Jiaoshou said bitterly.

"Extracorporeal circulation, is there a machine?"

"Let me ask." Zhang Jiaoshou replied cautiously, afraid that if he said there was none, there was none, Director Mao would change his mind.

"Little Zhang, you see you have nothing over there—what are we to do? If Director Mao says that, I'll be dumbfounded."

Of course, Zhang Jiaoshou still had one last option—transfer the patient to 912 for a Shou Bing.

But doing so would mean admitting to the patient's family that the Shou Bing had failed, and that his own Hospital could not resolve it.

Doing so would certainly bring unpredictable changes to the situation.

He vaguely recalled that the Hospital seemed to have a set of extracorporeal circulation equipment that had been phased out from some Hospital years ago, and after so many years he didn't know if it could still be used.

After making a phone call to inquire and confirming this, Zhang Jiaoshou's mood eased considerably.

People, one can go borrow from grandparents. But without equipment, you can't possibly borrow a unit from 912, can you?

That is fixed assets; even if it could be borrowed, Vice President Yuan's directive wouldn't work; you need Director Yan to speak.

"Director, there is equipment."

"Okay, first go in and get it. Cardiology, do you have a familiar, high‑level friend? Come keep watch. If the heart rate has a problem, we can still rescue immediately."

"This side I've already arranged, Director." Zhang Jiaoshou said hurriedly.