Chapter 2262: 2185 Broken Signal in the Operating Room (Alliance Leader's Foul-mouthed Tirade, Big Bird Bonus Chapter 4)

Professor Tian was stunned, hadn't even had a chance to speak, when he heard Su Yun say: "Boss, according to reason, Ancient Pagoda Hospital shouldn't be like this—why hasn't the Vessel-X bone filler arrived yet?"

"Just entered clinical practice, huh?" Zheng Ren said. "It should be soon."

"End-expiratory positive pressure ventilation, don't set the pressure too high—we'll go straight to surgery, and Lao He in the operating room will give the appropriate pressure." After Su Yun finished adjusting the ventilator mode, he added: "Injecting bone cement into a single vertebra, less than 4 ml can cause a pulmonary embolism—Professor Tian, what a miserable fate you have."

……

Professor Tian's pent-up grievance was provoked by Su Yun's words, nearly making him break down completely.

Yeah, why is my fate so miserable?

"Send him to the operating room; we'll go ahead first."

Professor Tian had someone bring Zheng Ren's group to the operating room while he personally escorted the patient. Seeing Zheng Lao Ban's expression and tone, it seemed he had things under control, which put Professor Tian somewhat at ease.

"I ask you, for patients with severe clinical symptoms due to bone cement causing pulmonary embolism, how should they be treated?" Su Yun asked while walking.

"Conservative treatment can improve pulmonary blood circulation, prevent thrombosis, and at the same time eliminate the acute inflammatory reaction caused by bone cement stimulating the body. When a patient with bone cement pulmonary embolism experiences dyspnea or chest pain, oxygen, glucocorticoids, anticoagulants, and vasodilators should be administered promptly." Lin Yuan answered without hesitation.

Weren't these two just arguing? How did they switch to a master-disciple mode in an instant?

Professor Tian stared blankly for a moment, then stopped thinking about it—that was Zheng Lao Ban's medical team's business, none of his concern.

Better to send him to the operating room to solve the problem; Professor Tian worried that delaying longer would cause issues.

There's still a lot to do here—send the patient, give pre-op briefings, calm the family's emotions. So many threads, we can only handle surgery and explanations at the same time.

Professor Tian sighed, this kind of work isn't something he dares to delegate.

After sending the patient to the operating room, the in-house anesthesiologist and a strange doctor took over; Professor Tian turned and left, calling the patient's family to the office for a briefing.

First explain the situation, express apologies, and emphasize that according to the standard, the amount of bone cement he injected himself was not large.

Between the lines, he told the family he had done his best—who knows why an accident occurred.

Finally, Professor Tian said he had summoned a 912 expert team— the top interventional and thoracic specialists from the capital and even the whole country—to proceed with the next step of treatment and rescue.

"Teacher Tian, my mom can't have anything happen, right?" the patient's son said, his face pale, badly frightened.

Whoever it was, they wouldn't be able to accept it calmly.

Like him, not venting all that anger at the doctor already makes him a reasonable family member.

"Let's try..." Professor Tian sighed. "Zheng Lao Ban is the most skilled interventional doctor I know; let's try to resolve the issue with minimally invasive means. If—I say if—there should be subsequent thrombosis..."

Professor Tian's speech kept stuttering; some things couldn't be said too clearly.

While trying to soothe the family's emotions, he was also giving the pre-op briefing. Just thinking about opening the chest made Professor Tian's head hurt involuntarily.

Such a minor surgery, once the chest is opened, will lead to an uncontrolled descent into unknown depths.

"Teacher Tian, please..." the family member pleaded, somewhat agitated—just then Professor Tian's phone rang.

Instantly, Professor Tian's adrenaline surged, his heart rate jumping straight to over 150 beats per minute.

The patient was sent to the operating room in less than ten minutes. If someone called him now, it definitely wouldn't be to urge him to surgery.

It must be that the patient had an accident!

MD!

Professor Tian cursed under his breath, took out his phone, and saw it was indeed the anesthesiologist calling.

His hand trembled; he tried three times but couldn't get through.

The touchscreen seemed oblivious to his finger's presence, ignoring him; tapping the screen was utterly useless.

It's over…… it's over……

Professor Tian's heart was quickly shrouded in a sheet of ice, his heart frozen. Better not struggle—think about how to gain the family's understanding.

The patient's son had tears in his eyes, seeming to realize something as well. Professor Tian's panic seemed contagious, deepening his sorrow a bit more.

Tears streamed down uncontrollably, pattering— a big old man crying like a tearful person.

Professor Tian struggled and finally got the call through.

"Professor Tian, the surgery is done; the bone cement blocking the pulmonary artery has been removed." The anesthesiologist's voice came through the phone.

……

Professor Tian heard the words; he understood each one, but together they made no sense. Surgery done? Don't bullshit—on this side I haven't even finished the pre-op briefing, where did the surgery get done?

"Professor Tian, Zheng Lao Ban asks whether compressive fractures should also be treated. He suggests just doing them all at once; otherwise the patient… hello? Professor Tian?"

……

"Professor Tian? Hello? Why is the signal so bad? I said the hybrid operating room isn't reliable."

"Hello?"

"Teacher He, I'm going out to make a call; the signal here is terrible, wait a moment."

The phone stayed connected; Professor Tian's phone volume was a bit loud, so not only did he hear the operating room anesthesiologist's speech, but the patient's family also heard it clearly.

Both stared blankly at each other, only the family member's tears kept flowing inertly, pattering down.

"Professor Tian? Can you hear me clearly?" the anesthesiologist asked after changing location.

"Little Wu, what did you say?" Professor Tian pursued, afraid he'd misheard.

"Huh? What what? I said the signal is bad—can you hear me clearly?" the anesthesiologist on the other end shouted.

"I can hear clearly, I can hear clearly." Professor Tian replied hurriedly.

"Zheng Lao Ban asks whether to do the compressive fracture; he suggests just doing it directly. That way the patient can get out of bed tomorrow after leaving the ICU and go home the day after."

……

On this end of the phone, silence fell once again.

"MD, what a lousy signal in the operating room." The anesthesiologist cursed, and the phone transmitted thumping sounds, as if he were tapping the phone, which might improve the signal a bit.

"Little Wu, say it again!" Professor Tian's voice trembled.

"Zheng Lao Ban said lumbar vertebra compression..."

"No, how's the pulmonary embolism?" Professor Tian interrupted quickly.

「Pulmonary embolism? Zheng Lao Ban inserted a thrombectomy catheter, and within a few minutes it was sucked out, no problem. 」 the anesthesiologist said.

After hearing this news, Tian Jiaoshou went limp all over and almost collapsed in the chair.