Chapter 3063: 2861: One Operation as Fierce as a Tiger

After tying a more carefully made red rope around Xiao Shitou, Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the ward.

After leaving the special ward's door, Su Yun said in a low voice, "Xiao Shitou understands it very clearly."

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded.

"Thinking about this kind of meaning, it's basically meaningless." Su Yun said a very tongue-twisting sentence: "In the past few years, my grandparents passed away one after another. When my mother went to clean up the old house, she found many old items. Guess what she did?"

"Just put them away, treat them as collected antiques."

"Mm, I still wasn't relieved; I kept them at home for a few days, always worrying the house might catch fire. I asked if there was any absolutely safe place." Su Yun said, "Back then I didn't understand; they're just old things—does keeping them have any meaning?"

"Then I told my mother that some institutions in the capital have safe deposit boxes, but renting them costs a lot of money." Su Yun said, "My mother actually agreed, saying we would come to the capital together after the New Year to store the things."

"Heh, isn't that quite normal?"

"Later I thought, those old things have no meaning to me, and I wasn't close to my grandparents either. I basically grew up free-range, every day battling wits with my mother, figuring out how to avoid homework."

This kind of life… seems not bad either, Zheng Ren thought.

"To me it's meaningless, but to my mother it's almost infinitely meaningful." Su Yun said, "Perhaps after my mother passes, I will also look at those old items and remember her."

"Don't wait until then to remember her; it's better to chat more with the old lady now. What's wrong with buying financial products? You're not short of money. If she wants to buy, let her buy—stop nagging." Zheng Ren rarely snapped at Su Yun.

"I'm not worried she'll lose money and get angry, am I?" Su Yun said resentfully, "But it seems the more I say this, the angrier she gets."

"Yeah."

"After the New Year I'll take leave and bring the old lady on a trip." Su Yun said.

"You talk as if you go to work normally every day."

"Boss, your mood swings today are a bit big; you normally wouldn't talk like that." Su Yun didn't talk back, but laughed and stated the fact.

Zheng Ren remained silent, maybe. Yesterday's incident in Jinhai Shi and what Xiao Shitou just said really touched the soul.

Forget it, forget it, Zheng Ren thought. Anyway, I can't figure it out; I might as well...

Just as he was thinking, his phone rang.

【They said, quickly write a love song, for both refined and popular tastes……】

Zheng Ren took out his phone, somewhat surprised.

"Who is it?" Su Yun leaned over eagerly to take a look.

"No note, the number is a bit familiar; where have I seen it?" Zheng Ren said while answering the call.

"Hello."

"I am… Director Sun, hello."

"Uh… I'll go check."

Having said that, Zheng Ren hastily hung up the phone.

"Director Sun? Which one?" Su Yun asked.

"Director Sun Chao of the Vascular Surgery Department at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital." Zheng Ren said, "A patient had an issue with a venous filter."

"Sun Chao, the one I hit with pliers before? What does he want from us? That guy has no eyes—just looking at him makes me want to smash him with pliers." Su Yun frowned and said.

"Who knows, let's go see and then talk." Zheng Ren said, took out his phone, and called Feng Xu Hui.

……

……

Sun Chao was on the operating table, anxiously looking at the images; the lead apron on him finally felt like a thousand jin.

The patient came from elsewhere, with a rather complex condition. The chief complaint was swelling and pain in the left lower limb for seven years, coughing up blood for two years, and shortness of breath after activity for over twenty days, leading to admission.

A few years ago, the patient suffered a pelvic fracture in a traffic accident locally, was admitted for emergency treatment, and during hospitalization developed left lower limb pain, diagnosed as deep venous thrombosis of the left lower limb.

Conservative treatment failed; a venous filter was placed at a large tertiary hospital in the provincial capital. After the procedure the patient recovered well and was discharged home. In some respects he was also compliant, persistently taking warfarin after surgery to maintain the INR of prothrombin time between 2 and 2.5.

But he went out to work, traveling around the country, and follow‑up was not timely. Two years ago he experienced chest tightness and shortness of breath; a check in a prefecture‑level city in the south diagnosed pulmonary thromboembolism, and he was given urokinase thrombolysis. After thrombolysis he no longer coughed up blood.

Because the patient was eager to leave the hospital, as soon as he felt better he discharged himself immediately and went back to work, so he never had a follow‑up.

This time he happened to have a flare‑up in the capital; after being sent in, a full‑hospital consultation diagnosed venous filter malposition.

Sun Chao also had a headache; insertion of an inferior vena cava filter can effectively prevent pulmonary embolism in patients with deep vein thrombosis, and currently IVC filter placement remains one of the treatments to prevent pulmonary embolism in patients with lower‑limb deep vein thrombosis.

But if the venous filter becomes dislodged, the consequences are too severe.

The patient is really tough; it's hard to say whether it's lucky or unlucky—the filter somehow shifted at some unknown time. Since there are no prior medical records and his account is unclear, we can only diagnose, analyze, and treat based on the current situation.

This patient alone underwent three full‑hospital consultations; finally they decided to first try the vascular surgery department. If we could remove the venous filter and then place a new one, that would be best.

If that's not possible, we can only have the thoracic surgery department open the chest to remove the filter already near the right heart.

It was just supposed to be a trial, but… an accident still happened.

A retrieval catheter and a goose‑snare grasper were inserted; when trying to hook and retrieve, the grasper caught the filter's sidewall barb and could not be released.

They tried to loosen it, but no method worked. Feeling that it couldn't be loosened, Sun Chao broke into a sweat. Not being able to retrieve the filter is a small matter; at worst we could just open the chest. But the grasper is inside……

He didn't dare use force, because if the grasper broke or the blood vessel wall were torn, the consequences would be unimaginable.

With delicate maneuvers, he entered the goose‑snare grasper via the ipsilateral and contralateral femoral veins, attempting to release the grasper from the filter's barb—failing, Sun Chao had no choice but to gradually shift the filter toward the iliac vein bifurcation during the procedure.

What to do next left Sun Chao in a dilemma.

Open the abdomen? Or try again himself? The thoracic surgeons stared dumbfounded; they had expected to open the chest if the filter couldn't be removed, but they never imagined Sun Chao would, in one burst of operation, be as fierce as a tiger, finally pulling the filter to the iliac vein bifurcation and then being unable to proceed.

This… the surgery seems unrelated to thoracic surgery; it would need to be done together by general surgery and vascular surgery.

"Director Sun, what's the next step? If we're opening the abdomen, we'll go down." The thoracic surgery professor said half‑jokingly.

Sun Chao was speechless; he could only step down and call others to ask if they had similar experience.

Mao Chi instead gave Sun Chao a suggestion: try finding Zheng Lao Ban. But just mentioning Zheng Lao Ban made Sun Chao feel uncomfortable all over. Nevertheless, Mao Chi insisted he make the call himself, and also said he would come to see the situation.