Chapter 2721: 2623.2523 Still Preparing to Open the Chest (Alliance Leader Jiangnan Chunjiang Shui Extra Update 3)

2623.2523 Still Preparing to Open the Chest (Alliance Leader Jiangnan Chunjiang Shui Extra Update 3)

Expert consultation opinion: Academician Chang wants to remove the existing cardiac pacemaker leads and implant new pacemaker leads.

Because Academician Chang's condition is unstable, and also because of the problem with his existing pacemaker leads, we still first implant a new pacemaker to stabilize the heart's beating.

One hour and twenty-two minutes ago, under axillary venous angiography guidance, axillary venous puncture succeeded; via the right femoral venous route, a temporary pacemaker lead was inserted for temporary pacing protection, and the ventricular electrode Medtron-ic5076 was placed and fixed in the low outflow tract.

Routine testing fixed the pacemaker leads, connected and implanted the pacemaker. The pacemaker was replaced with Medtronic ADDRL01, and postoperative pacing was normal.

The urgent issue of cardiac arrest has been resolved; the remaining task is how to extract the discarded pacemaker leads from the subclavian vein.

The expert team just tried once.

Because Academician Chang's pacemaker leads were compressed under the clavicle, the outer layer completely detached, and the detachment point became lodged between the clavicle and the first rib, like a locked steel wire, which could cause more severe detachment of the core and outer layer.

Moreover, the electrode tip was adhered at the right atrial appendage, and the screw tip could not be pulled. After a gentle attempt, Director Pang gave up.

Just now, Director Lin saw Director Pang step down in the operating room; the specific treatment choice likely still needs the expert team's opinion.

The phone rang again; Director Lin glanced at it—it was his little girl.

He merely saw the incoming call display on the phone and vaguely felt his little girl nearby meowing. His heart felt warm and sweet, and the fatigue and exhaustion from the rescue vanished.

"What's up?" Director Lin walked to the changing room, opened the door, and poked half his body out to ask.

"Dad, a few days ago Boss Zheng performed surgery on a child with late-stage cancer, you remember." Lin Yuan said meowingly.

"I remember."

"Today, Boss Zheng said his chance of recovery is slim."

"Hmm."

"Huh?"

Director Lin let out two different tones of 'hmm' from his nose; in an instant he entered a state, and the hairs on his back stood up.

He is more shrewd than Lin Yuan; Director Lin grasped the crux of the matter in less than a second—hope is slim, but first there is hope!

If it were someone else, Director Lin would surely scoff at this. Late-stage cancer patients just go home and wait; there's nothing to fuss about.

But Boss Zheng is a Nobel laureate powerhouse, a god‑level doctor in the medical field who breaks dimensional walls.

He said it's possible, and that really is possible, even if this possibility is as faint as an evening breeze.

Director Lin instinctively straightened up, shifting from a father's identity to that of executive vice‑president, and asked solemnly: "Then what? What did Boss Zheng say?"

"I didn't react at the time." Lin Yuan meowed softly, "Boss Zheng asked if I'm interested in this project."

If he weren't my own son, Director Lin really wanted to slap him. Have you read all those years of books just to feed a dog's belly? Boss Zheng asked if you're interested… this is an invitation to join the research team!

At this point, shouldn't we be clinging to the thick thigh and follow whatever he says?

Sigh, after all he's my own flesh and blood; this silly, clueless look really resembles how I was when I was young.

"What do you say?" Director Lin sighed inwardly and asked softly.

"I didn't say anything; I was just pondering Boss Zheng's words about hope…" Lin Yuan lowered his head and meowed.

"Oh, silly child, this is a good opportunity." Director Lin said: "Boss Zheng will surely… wait… let me think."

In an instant, countless things appeared in Director Lin's mind; in the operating room, Academician Chang still lay on the operating table. First resolve the urgent matter, then we'll have time to think.

"Go change your clothes; there's a problem to solve inside." Director Lin said softly.

"Hmm." Lin Yuan nodded firmly.

She knew her old man definitely wanted to use this opportunity to let her show her face before the top‑level professors in the capital's medical circle, at least to get some familiarity.

A daughter inherits her father's prestige; although succession isn't fashionable these days, gaining familiarity by riding her father's coattails to brighten her future is always doable.

Originally Lin Yuan resisted this, not wanting people to always say she's Director Lin's daughter when they talk about her. But today there's a lot going on, and Lin Yuan is also a bit confused, so she nodded and agreed.

Director Lin had the head nurse bring Lin Yuan to change clothes, then hurried back to the operating room.

Boss Zheng is young and full of vigor; having just won the Nobel Prize and not yet enjoyed enough flowers and applause, he is about to embark again on a challenge of unknown difficulty—cancer.

Just the precedent of someone winning a Nobel Prize after a year made Director Lin reluctant to question Boss Zheng's decision.

But this business seems to overlap; as a father, shouldn't I give Lin Yuan more convenience?

Nobel laureate Boss Zheng setting up a workstation at the Tumor Hospital? This idea seems like a winner!

When this idea first popped up, it blazed like a prairie fire, filling Director Lin's chest with fervent heat.

A workstation… simply a genius decision.

Generally, establishing a workstation is the hospital or a lower‑level hospital trying to borrow an academician's prestige, cooking up a gimmick.

Actually it's another form of consultation, a flying knife. But Boss Zheng, wanting to set up a workstation in a tumor hospital not inferior to 912, will definitely make us bleed heavily…

More thoughts arose in Director Lin's mind; establishing a workstation is extremely difficult.

"Transfer hospitals, we need to open the chest to extract the electrode tip." A voice came from the operating room; Director Pang of the Circulatory Treatment Center said firmly: "At least… at least we need the precondition of having a surgeon before daring to try again to remove the old pacemaker leads."

Director Lin immediately steadied his mind, still needing to rush to send Academician Chang away, then later ponder Boss Zheng's workstation matter.

"Director Pang, go to your hospital?" Director Lin asked Director Lin."

"Hmm… let's go to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital." Director Pang said: "The subclavian artery involves vascular department content; I'll contact Director Sun Chao. The cardiothoracic strength there is also stronger, more reliable."

Academician Chang's problem is rather troublesome; a specialty hospital can't solve it.

The Tumor Hospital does have a vascular surgery department, but here it's relatively weak, far inferior to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, 912, and several other top‑tier tertiary hospitals.

What Director Pang said makes sense; Director Lin nodded in agreement.

Soon, the head nurse of the operating room brought Lin Yuan in. Even amidst a crowd of male doctors, Lin Yuan still stood out. Her tall figure made her look like a crane among chickens wherever she went.

"Director Liang, Director Pang, this is my little girl." Director Lin introduced.

"Little Lin, you graduated from Harvard and came back? Where are you now?" Director Liang wanted to smile to show goodwill, but Academician Chang was still lying in the operating room, so he couldn't bring himself to laugh.

"912, Boss Zheng's medical team."