Chapter 1892: with translation of chapter title

Deep hypothermic circulatory arrest, abbreviated DHCA, is an important adjunctive measure for treating complex cerebrovascular diseases.

This technique stops bodily blood circulation, objectively providing surgeons with a clean, bloodless and quiet surgical field and environment, facilitating the meticulous completion of the operation.

Other organs are fine, not so "delicate." The biggest problem with deep hypothermic circulatory arrest lies in the brain's ischemic-reperfusion injury, causing central nervous system damage, and consequently leading to early and late postoperative neurological complications.

These have become one of the most dangerous factors affecting surgical patients' survival and prognosis, with some patients suffering cerebral infarction directly after the operation.

As a result, postoperative quality of life is greatly affected.

"Hmm..." Su Yun hesitated a moment, then smiled faintly and said: "Boss, when I was in Nanyang, I added a technique—did you see it?"

"Didn't see it."

"Well, it's only natural to have a bit of self-interest, you'd agree, right?" Su Yun's smile grew even brighter.

Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun, puzzled, wondering what this guy was thinking.

"The use of ultrasound has been played to death." Su Yun changed the subject to ultrasound: "Ten years ago, the ICU began using ultrasound to monitor and diagnose all kinds of shock."

"You mean using blood flow and embolus monitoring with transcranial Doppler can real-time monitor cerebral blood flow velocity and emboli in the blood flow?" Zheng Ren pondered.

"Hmm, although it's still at the laboratory stage, I think the technology is mature enough to be used." Su Yun said: "Originally I wanted to keep it domestically, and bring it out during a live surgery broadcast to blow everyone's minds."

"Has the equipment arrived domestically?" Zheng Ren asked.

Regarding the blood flow and embolus monitoring transcranial Doppler technique, Zheng Ren had no objection; as long as it could be used, it was good.

"No, in Cambridge's Cavendish Laboratory, would you know how to use it?" Su Yun was eager to try.

Zheng Ren glanced at him and said: "Go ahead and use it; anyway, it's just a monitoring method."

Regarding his evasive, non-direct answer, Su Yun expressed some contempt.

"If deep hypothermic circulatory arrest is done well, the operation can still be carried out." Su Yun thought for a moment and said seriously.

In his view, no matter how you look at it, such a difficult surgery is only possibly doable.

The mortality rate is too high; nobody has a hundred percent confidence.

"Forget it, let's just call Fugui'er; the chances will be better." Zheng Ren said.

"You're being a bit pushy, just said you wouldn't call." Su Yun said.

"I'll just make a call; I also need to inform Director Kong to look after the surgery at home."

After a few minutes, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"The chances are good; rest well, this operation requires you to be in your best state." Zheng Ren said, his voice growing softer and softer, as if he had already fallen asleep.

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……

Lao He was so excited he was about to get a cerebral hematoma.

Going to King's Hospital for emergency surgery still requires that high-difficulty procedure of deep hypothermic circulatory arrest!

The dragon-slaying secret technique I once learned, I originally thought I'd never use it in this lifetime. But I didn't expect that heaven rewards the diligent; now it finally has a use.

Compared to other hospitals, there are now quite a few extracorporeal circulation surgeries at 912.

But we can no longer return to that glorious peak period before the development of circulatory interventional surgery.

The gap between doing one extracorporeal circulation surgery per day or every few days and doing ten per day is just like the difference between Haicheng First Hospital and 912 in technical strength.

More than half of the anesthesiologists and perfusionists merely know about deep hypothermic circulatory arrest surgery but have never actually performed it.

Previously, Boss Zheng had done a case of valve tumor patient, supposedly requiring deep hypothermic circulatory arrest technique, and Lao He still wanted to show off his skill.

But that time Boss Zheng didn't use deep hypothermic circulatory arrest and just performed the surgery.

Lao He has always felt some regret.

This time, we actually have to go to King's Hospital in London, UK for surgery? And we still need to use deep hypothermic circulatory arrest!

Lao He rubbed his palms together, eagerly preparing his luggage.

This counts as an urgent task, probably so, though he wasn't sure. Lao He also didn't care how many people would pay attention to this surgery; he only thought about how to make Boss Zheng satisfied.

Look, the technical approach is still correct! Persistence equals victory.

Lao He opened the locker, thinking about what to bring while whistling proudly.

The Haicheng sister duo are still too young; they're just for show as vases, but when it comes to deep hypothermic circulatory arrest surgery, isn't it still necessary for an old hand like me to step in?

However, his whistling wasn't overly smug; Boss Zheng would surely manage. Without me, the surgery would certainly be doable. I'm just going to add icing on the cake, definitely not to provide crucial help in a time of need.

Lao He was clear about this in his mind.

"He Jun Jin, do you need anything?" Director Xu had come to the doctors' duty room at some point, with several deputy chiefs behind him.

Lao He jumped in surprise.

"Director Xu, uh... I was just about to ask you for leave."

"The hospital has issued a notice: you are to assist Boss Zheng's surgery." Director Xu's expression was somewhat strange; Lao He saw it, and his previous pleasant mood vanished.

I originally thought I'd sneak out to do the surgery, just take a leave and be done, but who knew Director Xu would rush over to "notify" me.

Lao He felt a bit uneasy inside.

"The matter is urgent, no time to go home and pack." Director Xu said: "The surgery, do you have confidence?"

…… Lao He's closing remark.

I really don't know how to answer.

If he had half his usual cleverness when speaking to superiors, he wouldn't have wasted half his life with unrecognized talent.

Seeing Lao He standing there foolishly inside the room, with the cabinet door still blocking half his face, Director Xu could neither laugh nor cry.

Vice President Yuan had personally made the call; when Director Xu just received it, he was somewhat surprised.

He knew that Lao He had caught Boss Zheng's eye.

This old guy has always had bad luck; I didn't expect it to be a case of gradual accumulation leading to a breakthrough, with all his fortune saved up for meeting Boss Zheng.

As Director Xu raised his hand, the empty rolling suitcase he was holding slid toward Lao He.

"Load up your things, the car in the courtyard is waiting for you downstairs." Director Xu said: "Be bold and meticulous; if you have any matters, ask Zheng Lao Ban more, don't make decisions on your own."

"Oh oh." Lao He took the rolling suitcase, nodding repeatedly.

"Go ahead, this is official business of the courtyard, not counted as leave." Director Xu instructed.

Lao He felt moved inside.

Indeed, this counts as official business of the courtyard—Zheng Lao Ban is mighty!

He hurried to pack his wash-up things; the matter was urgent, he estimated the round trip would be quick, and there wasn't much to organize. The rolling suitcase was empty; Lao He carried it, following behind Director Xu downstairs.

Director Xu personally saw him off; if this had been before, Lao He would have been moved to tears. But nowadays, Lao He knows, this is all thanks to Zheng Lao Ban's face.

He only took a few things, but didn't forget the most crucial secret weapon—the USB drive.

Upon arriving downstairs, Lao He saw that the car in the courtyard was full of people.