Surgery Godfather-Chapter 415 - 0385 Bare-handed rock climbing _2
Chapter 415: Chapter 0385 Bare-handed rock climbing _2
Chapter 415: Chapter 0385 Bare-handed rock climbing _2
Sometimes Professor Zhang stood still, at other times he paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. A neurosurgeon brought a stool over, inviting Professor Zhang to sit against the wall.
Professor Zhang waved it off and indicated that he did not want to sit. Sitting down made him jittery – it was easier if he moved around a bit.
Dean Chen sat in the changing room, leaning back in his chair. He hadn’t gone in yet, he was checking his phone periodically for any missed calls.
“He’s got it, god, he’s got it again.”
Everyone sits back down; John Ansen gasps for breath, letting go of his whitened fingers. Woodhead and Griffin’s hands tightly clasp together.
Senior surgeons are anxiously watching the surgery unfold, especially during times when the heartbeat stops, fearful that it may not resuscitate.
There is no indication when breathing stops due to general anesthesia because it inhibits autonomous breathing, thus completely relying on a breathing machine, hence it is unapparent.
However, a heartbeat can be immediately detected; if it is not resuscitated in time, even if ECMO temporarily replaces the function of the heart to pump blood, it would be futile.
Because the patient’s brain function area is already disorganized, brain death is inevitable.
“Everyone, steady your emotions. Does anyone want to switch places?”
Yang Ping asked everyone. Countless instances of harsh training have hardened his heart while operating, making him highly rational. Just like a robot, he is too rational to express emotions.
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In the face of such surgery, any emotional fluctuation, any flamboyant expressions of goodwill are useless.
Everyone needs to act according to scientific principles, and every choice and judgement must be rational; this is the only way to come closest to success.
After two sudden stops of the heartbeat, and two bouts with death, everyone’s mental strength is greatly depleted.
When asked by Yang Ping, no one responds. The quality of the doctors from the Magic City Sixth Hospital is indeed top-notch nationally.
“There are still a few more rounds to go, everyone stay focused. Death is right beside us, ready to strike at any moment. We cannot afford to make any mistakes, check the charge on the defibrillator,” Yang Ping reminded everyone.
The operating table was reset, they changed clothes and gloves, and the surgery continued.
The chief surgeon’s unwavering will was focused on the tip of his scalpel. Fearless, it pressed on.
The surgery had veered into the most dangerous region of the medulla oblongata. The third heartbeat stoppage would be more abrupt.
Yang Ping had to make a judgement call early to allow other doctors enough time. Five seconds of hesitation, or a delay, could cost them the opportunity.
Five seconds. The God of Life was only granting them five seconds at each turn.
“How can Doctor Yang predict the exact point at which the heartbeat is going to stop?”
“This means that his understanding of the anatomy and physiology of the brainstem is thorough.”
“In China, brainstem surgery is a neurosurgeon’s job.”
“I heard that his research on cervical spine tumors extended into the medulla oblongata, hence his studies.”
“Our trip to China this time has advanced the surgical standards of upper cervical spine and brainstem tumors by at least ten years.”
“The Chinese are too wild; there seems to be no problem they can’t crack.”
“Sir, don’t forget, the world’s first limb reattachment was performed in this hospital.”
John Ansen, Griffin, and Woodhead sat down without a bathroom break.
The same held true for the others in the observation room. They stayed glued to their seats without getting up.
An operating object the size of a third of a thumb, all of it is as delicate as tofu, containing countless blood vessels and many nerve nuclei, forming its own dangerous world.
The further down they went, the harder it was to separate, and any misdjudgment or operational error could be fatal.
The laser knife followed a precise trajectory, without a hint of trembling or deviation. The chief surgeon seemed to know the boundary between the tumor and the normal tissue. Even if there was no boundary, he could separate them.
As the dissection deepened, they got closer and closer to the third sudden stop of the heartbeat.
“The third sudden stop of the heartbeat is imminent. This time it is going to be stubborn. It may take dozens of rounds of heart compression and electric defibrillation to succeed. Everyone must hold on.”
As Wen Rentao listened, he realized that Yang Ping could predict dozens of rounds of cardiopulmonary resuscitation and remain so calm. This guy was literally half-god, half-human.
“Are they going to peel the tumor out from the shallow layer of the nerve nucleus?”
John Ansen felt chills all over his body; this was the real death zone.
If they had been operating on the edge of death before, this time they were stepping directly onto death.
This was something no neurosurgeon in the world would dare to do. Operating in the gap has already pushed the limits. Now, to enter the shallow part of the nerve nucleus? Even the slightest nudge of the forceps could trigger death.
Yang Ping adjusted his position. This time there were two dangerous operation points connected. Yang Ping planned to cross them in one go, as splitting them into two parts would lower the success rate.
If the nerve nuclei were akin to reefs scattered throughout a vast sea, the previous operations were akin to navigating between the reefs. Now, they were about to collide with a reef.
At this point, even the 0.1-millimeter laser knife seemed to lack confidence.
For this crossing of the perilous area, two operational risk zones required a single, smooth curve to be drawn in one go. Any pause would increase the time of the blade’s stay, leading to an increase in thermal aggregation effect, causing irreparable consequences.
“Everyone, pay attention. Upon my command, don’t look at anything else, directly defibrillate. Alternate between defibrillation and heart compression, do not stop, keep going until we succeed.”
They only had one chance, and they had to succeed on the first try.
In the movie Point Break, the protagonist jumps a canyon riding a motorcycle, landing on an isolated peak, with only one chance to do so. Failure meant death. Now, Yang Ping was going to jump across two canyons in a row.
