Sent to the CT room, a group of people followed him in, fearing that something unexpected might happen while Director Mao was doing the CT scan.
Mao Chi felt his eyes flashing in black and white, with Venus in the middle.
Like fireflies, his heart began to beat rapidly as the CT machine buzzed.
I know this is not good, but Mao Chi can't control it.
Don't get into trouble, don't get into trouble, Mao Chi could only tell himself in his heart. How could he die when he has not yet reached the age of retirement and has not even given birth to a grandson
As he thought about it, he inadvertently began to think about things after death. If an aortic dissection ruptures and I die in the CT room, how many doctors in the department will really cry for me? Maybe a few, but not all.
After the CT scan was completed, everyone carried Mao Chi onto the flat car.
"Don't leave yet, I'll take a look at the film." Mao Chi said softly.
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he seemed to have foreseen his own ending.
"Director Mao, don't worry, don't worry." The professor in charge of the group comforted softly, "Even if it's a mezzanine, just put it on a big shelf."
"What if even the renal artery is torn?" Mao Chi was thinking a lot. At the same time, he vaguely felt a tearing pain in his abdomen.
It can't be such a coincidence, Mao Chi thought. But at this moment, he felt that his feet were empty and he fell into the endless abyss.
The professor leading the group really didn't know what to say. He knew that as long as he mentioned a situation, Director Mao would consider the worst. This is inevitable. The more he talks, the more scared he gets; the more scared, the higher Director Mao's blood pressure becomes, until finally an irreversible feedback is formed until the dissection ruptures.
You'd better shut up obediently.
Soon, the CT images were printed out and handed over to Mao Chi with residual warmth.
Mao Zhi's hands were shaking as he took the film and glanced at it. Chest CT scan showed irregular soft tissue density at the leading edge of the descending aorta, which did not rule out the possibility of rupture of the descending aorta to form a wrapped hematoma.
It's just that there are three words in his mind: the descending aorta is ruptured and a parcel is formed. Once the hematoma ruptures, the person will be dead!
Although he did not undergo a 64-slice CTA, Mao Chi still gave himself a definite diagnosis - descending aortic dissection aneurysm.
"Look for Boss Zheng and go directly to the interventional operating room." Mao Chi said.
Just get off your ass now and there should be no problem. If Boss Zheng can't solve it, then he can only have open chest surgery.
Boss Zheng's level is so high, it should be fine.
Mao Chi thought a lot, especially about the difficult operations that Boss Zheng had performed successfully time and time again.
Boss Zheng can even perform cardiac separation surgery on conjoined twins, and treating an aortic dissection is nothing at all.
Mao Chi comforted himself in his heart.
Perhaps due to the blessing of Boss Zheng's halo, Mao Chi felt that he was a little better. Although the hands and feet are cold, this is caused by the spasm of capillaries in the terminals of the hands and feet caused by excessive tension.
Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, relax, relax, Mao Chi comforted himself in his heart, and the flat car started moving again.
…
Zheng Ren was undergoing surgery. He put his cell phone in his trouser pocket so that he didn't receive the call.
"Boss, Director Mao said he is considering reducing aortic dissection." After receiving the call, Su Yun pressed the intercom button and said.
Zheng Ren was doing Lin Yuan's surgery. He was slightly startled after hearing Su Yun's words.
"Where are the people?"
"I did a plain CT scan and saw an irregular soft tissue density shadow at the leading edge of the descending aorta. It's pushing towards us. It's probably going to require emergency angiography," Su Yundao said.
Zheng Ren moved his body sideways, hit Lin Yuan's shoulder with his left shoulder, squeezed her away, and then crossed his left and right hands to complete the operation in a few minutes.
Lin Yuan had already accepted this reality - no matter how hard he tried, he could not get even a little bit closer to Boss Zheng. His technical level is so strong that he feels powerless.
Seeing Boss Zheng performing TIPS surgery again, Lin Yuan let out a long sigh.
awesome! No matter how many times I trained with the 3D printed mannequin, I was familiar with every key point of the surgery, and I still couldn’t figure out how Boss Zheng performed the surgery.
After Zheng Ren finished the operation, Lin Yuan applied pressure to stop the bleeding. He tore off the sterile gown and turned around and left the operating room.
"How long until it arrives?"
"Who knows." Su Yun glanced at Feng Xuhui.
"There is a big show, I have prepared it." Feng Xuhui said immediately.
"The emergency medicines are all in the emergency vehicle. I just checked them this morning and they are all in order," said Xie Yiren.
Zheng Ren came to the corridor of the operating room and waited quietly for Mao Chi to be pushed over.
Director Mao usually seems to have high blood pressure, but it's not serious. Where did this aortic dissection come from? Zheng Ren was a little confused.
Traumatic? Or was it punctured by sharp objects such as fish bones
"My dear, has the surgical box been disinfected?" Zheng Ren asked.
"It's disinfected and can be used at any time."
"Prepare the hybrid operating room. If the stent cannot be removed, we will open the chest directly."
"good."
Su Yun stood next to Zheng Ren, his expression a little solemn. He said nothing. Everything he said at this time was nonsense.
I haven’t even seen the film, so what can I say
Soon, the doorbell rang, and the head nurse of the operating room opened the door directly and pushed the flat car in.
Zheng Ren looked at Mao Chi's blood-red system panel and was startled.
"Are you stupid? Still can't do it?" Su Yun asked in a low voice.
The more familiar you are with someone, the less likely you are to take action. Many doctors are like this. But Su Yun didn't think that his boss had this idea. The boss was able to perform Director Miao's surgery without any success. When Director Pan was suspected of having lung cancer, his boss cried, but he was ready to perform the surgery himself.
Don't worry if someone else does it.
"No." Zheng Ren shook his head and strode to Director Mao. He looked at Director Mao and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Boss Zheng." Director Mao Chi held Zheng Ren's hand with trembling hands.
At this moment, he felt like he had been saved.
"Don't be nervous, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Ren comforted Director Mao, and then took the film handed over by the professor of the vascular department with his other hand and glanced at it.
"There is pain behind the sternum, and I felt a tearing pain in my abdomen just now. I feel that the descending aortic dissection has been torn underneath." Director Mao Chi said in a trembling voice.
"Wait a minute, don't push in yet." Zheng Ren shook Director Mao Chi's cold hand hard, then took his hand out and looked at the film.
"Boss Zheng, let's take an angiogram. The soft tissue shadow area is a bit large. I'm afraid the bleeding won't be controlled." Director Zhang Lin of the Department of Circulation said.
"I'm just taking a look. There's no rush." Zheng Ren said.
Everyone fell silent. Why is Boss Zheng so stable? Whether you know it or not is none of your business.
Mao Chi was a little anxious, this was different from what he imagined.
Shouldn't he go on stage directly after being sent here and perform the operation? What was Boss Zheng thinking
In an instant, stars were flying in front of his eyes, and a surge of heat surged in his chest. He reluctantly raised his head, and just when he was about to open his mouth to speak, a stream of blood spurted out.