Chapter 1862: 1797 Typhoon really bad, arrogance really high (monthly ticket 16000 extra chapter ×32)

1797 The typhoon is really terrible, the arrogance is really huge (monthly ticket 16000 → extra chapter ×32)

Operating Room, Gengyishi.

When Zhang Jiaoshou entered, he heard a loud, clattering sound from inside.

"Why is the boss scaring people for no reason?"

"Maybe it's an emergency rescue."

"Isn't the boss supposed to go on a mission? Why is he stubbornly doing surgery? Old Liu, let me tell you, doing surgery with the boss in double open is really awesome!"

"Fugui'er, we might be late, hurry up. Don't be late, or Zheng Lao Ban will scold. Usually the boss is easygoing, but during emergency rescues his temper... hehe."

Zhang Jiaoshou frowned and walked into the changing room.

The bald Liu Zewei had already changed clothes, without hat or mask, waiting for Professor Rudolf Wagner.

The professor was putting on his pants; his thick body hair looked like a bear twisting in the operating room from afar.

Liu Zewei saw an old doctor walk in, knowing he must be a professor from the 912 department. Usually those who come for further training are in their thirties, demanding of their skills and hopeful about the future—such middle-aged doctors.

I consider myself relatively old among the trainee doctors; it's basically impossible for someone in their fifties to come for further training.

He smiled at Zhang Jiaoshou, nodded slightly, expressing his goodwill.

"Fugui'er, hurry up, Zheng Lao Ban's side probably already started." Liu Zewei continued urging Professor Rudolf Wagner.

"What are you doing with Zhang Guang's hair?" the professor said unhappily: "I'm already fast enough; you didn't see me rushing over on five-horse long spears, I strained my old nose."

"What's this?" Zhang Jiaoshou still didn't understand why Zheng Lao Ban insisted on doing interventional angiography surgery.

In that case, he would have to wear lead clothing during surgery.

The dozens-of-pounds lead clothing would definitely be a deadly blow to the stability and precision of neurosurgical microsurgery.

"Zheng Lao Ban said the patient is suspected of having intracranial hemorrhage, so we can't explore like in regular surgery; we need to do angiography while he does the surgery." Liu Zewei said politely.

Professor Rudolf Wagner had changed clothes, and Liu Zewei handed him a cap and mask. The two put them on and walked toward the operating room together.

As Liu Zewei was about to leave, he greeted politely.

Zhang Jiaoshou stared at the retreating back, dazed.

Cerebral hemorrhage? Could it be from cardiac arrest and heparinized blood? Plus, extracorporeal membrane oxygenation also requires heparin, and cerebral hemorrhage is originally one of the complications.

Damn it!

Such patients really have a lot of trouble!

Zhang Jiaoshou felt somewhat vexed and irritable; although bleeding had no necessary relation to his own surgery, he hated all risks and disliked any uncertainty.

Ventricular tachycardia, heart failure, post-bypass surgery, also need to do smog disease, and need to do it under interventional guidance.

Just thinking about these terms made Zhang Jiaoshou feel vexed and irritable.

He hurriedly changed clothes, put on cap and mask, and walked into the hallway of the operating room.

Several operating rooms had lights on; he headed straight for the hybrid operating room.

Entering the operating room, Zhang Jiaoshou saw Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei not going in, but sitting outside watching.

He thought to himself, "Impossible to have three running at once?" He called people over, just as a precaution!

Just a precaution, better safe than sorry.

Speaking of Zheng Lao Ban's typhoon getting worse and worse—just go to surgery, go to surgery, still need his own instrument nurse, his own anesthetist. That's not all; now it's good, outside they need to have two professors from the interventional medicine discipline on standby.

He didn't know Liu Zewei's background, just a domestic professor, no need to know.

But Zhang Jiaoshou knew Professor Rudolf Wagner; in the whole 912, nobody didn't know Professor Rudolf Wagner's existence.

Nobel Prize item, professor at Heidelberg University in Germany—each title was like thunder in the ears.

Now it's good, such a big professor actually squatting outside to attend, the scene of young people is indeed impressive.

"Why aren't you up?" Zhang Jiaoshou muttered sarcastically.

"This evening, being tossed around by Su Yun and Zheng Ren, Zhang Jiaoshou was already drunk."

"I'm late." Professor Rudolf Wagner said dejectedly: "I didn't expect the boss to start cutting himself and just go ahead."

Uh... Zhang Jiaoshou was about to walk quickly, entered the operating room, and looked inside through the lead glass.

Even the circulating nurses wore lead clothing inside the operating room; there were few people doing surgery, only three. But each of the three was busy with their own tasks.

Closest to me, the patient's leg should be the one threatening to hit me—Su Yun. He was looking at the screen, doing interventional angiography.

In the middle was Zhao Yunlong, that big build, wearing lead clothing, looking like a steel warrior.

At the front, beside the head were three people: two were anesthetists, one watching the ventilator and monitor, the other adjusting various parameters beside the ECMO machine.

Zheng Lao Ban sat down to do surgery, basically invisible.

Really three running at once... Zhang Jiaoshou was speechless.

"Old Liu, why don't I usually see Yun Ge'er doing surgery, but I feel his surgery is better than mine?" Professor Rudolf Wagner looked at the screen in the operating room, incredulous.

Liu Zewei stood behind Professor Rudolf Wagner, also speechless.

Usually I don't see Su Yun doing surgery, rarely even in the hospital, like a doctor who doesn't do his job—just comes to clock in and disappears.

Zheng Lao Ban doesn't care either; he's very free and easygoing.

I've previously teamed up with Su Yun a few times, with me as the lead surgeon. But I never saw his surgery being particularly good; I just felt it was casual, not as serious as Zheng Lao Ban.

But today, when it's critical, Su Yun's surgery is really good!

Although it's just a simple femoral artery puncture and cerebral blood vessel angiography, Su Yun does it fast and steady.

In the blink of an eye, the guidewire reached the position; now we're advancing the catheter inside.

That's talent, Liu Zewei thought to himself.

"Holy crap, there's really bleeding!" Professor Rudolf Wagner suddenly shouted, "Just came out, not much!"

With his shout, it interrupted Liu Zewei and Zhang Jiaoshou's random thoughts.

The contrast agent diffusing out of the blood vessel floated far away, meaning the vessel had just ruptured, there wasn't much blood in the skull, causing intracranial pressure to rise.

Zhang Jiaoshou stared dumbfounded.

Really bleeding? But judging by the time, when Zheng Lao Ban called the interventional person to do Shou Bing, there should have been no bleeding yet. Where does his confidence come from, that after the patient's blood is heparinized again, it will definitely bleed?

"I'm late, I'm late. There's a restless patient downstairs, I'm really sorry." A voice came from the doorway.

The neurosurgery department's Chief Shao hurried in, seeing the airtight Lead door tightly closed, he himself couldn't get in, and was stunned for a moment.

Afterwards, his gaze was firmly locked on the screen.