Lao He was preparing the equipment and medicines needed for the operation in the interventional operating room. He received a notification from Su Yun last night that he would have a thoracoscopy operation today.
I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Thoracoscopic surgery was just a very basic surgical procedure. Now, it's not 20 years ago. Basically, doctors at the general hospital level in 912 have already made bad use of thoracoscopy.
For anesthesiologists, one-lung ventilation is a prerequisite skill to ensure the smooth operation of thoracoscopy. Unlike laparoscopy, the abdominal cavity needs to be inflated to create space for surgery, but thoracoscopy requires the lung tissue to be retracted so that there is a field of view.
Lao He didn't think he would have any problems. After all, whether it was his surgical skills or Boss Zheng's backing, the possibility of problems was almost zero, so he would not consider it for the time being.
After the shift was completed, Lao He came to the interventional operating room.
"Xiaohua, don't you have an emergency list?" Lao He asked.
"The director told me to leave an emergency room for the interventionist Boss Zheng, who said he would need a thoracoscopy." The anesthesiologist on duty said.
It turned out that he had already said hello, and Lao He came to an emergency interventional surgery room with a smile and plugged in the USB disk first.
In the BGM of Good Luck, Lao He felt that he was 20 years younger and his steps were a little lighter. Monitor... ventilator... double-lumen intubation... rescue medication...
Lao He carefully checked everything. Although 912 emergency surgery had its own set of established procedures, he still did not worry about proofreading for the last time. Moreover, this is an interventional operating room, and relatively little general anesthesia is performed, so Lao He must ensure that nothing goes wrong.
If it really lacks something after opening the stage, then it will be fucked.
"He Junjin!" came an unfamiliar voice, but it made Lao He's hair stand on end. Lao He was slightly startled, and the relaxed and happy expression on his face froze. Then he changed his face and turned his head with a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"Ye Chu, why are you here?"
"Director Xu went down to see the patient. Let me take a look first. Are you checking the equipment?" Ye Qingqiu asked.
"Yes, let me take a look first. The surgery sheet has not been mentioned yet. When I receive the notification of the surgery, I will go down to see the patient." Lao He said, suddenly realizing in his mind that the person performing the surgery today should be a big shot. .
Otherwise Ye Qingqiu wouldn't have come up, or Director Xu wouldn't have gone down.
"Are you all ready? There's nothing wrong with it, right?" Ye Qingqiu asked.
"Well, it's all done. The patient can be anesthetized as soon as he comes up."
Ye Qingqiu nodded slightly, scanned the operating room with his eyes, and then asked, "Is this what Boss Zheng heard about when he was doing surgery?"
"Yes, Director Ye." Lao He didn't know why. He was very cautious when answering Director Ye's questions and didn't dare to say another word.
Facing the boss of the medical department, all clinicians will give a certain degree of respect, as long as they are still a little bit worried.
Ye Qingqiu was noncommittal and just nodded lightly. Seeing Xie Yiren walking in with surgical instruments, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were a little deeper. He must be smiling.
But the two did not communicate, and Ye Qingqiu turned and left.
"Yiren, who are you going to perform surgery on today?" Lao He asked with a sigh of relief.
"I heard early in the morning that he was an 84-year-old patient. I was ready to give up and go back to my hometown. But Zheng Ren happened to see him yesterday and made an appointment to come to our hospital for emergency surgery."
Xie Yiren handed the sterilized instrument box to the circulating nurse. She was going to disinfect it and told Lao He some information.
It was not a major open-chest surgery, so Dr. Charles's instrument box was of little use, but the Xie people still carefully prepared the surgery box to avoid being in a hurry when it came time to use it.
Lao He began to think about it in his mind. At 84 years old, he should be an elderly patient, and there are various possibilities of intubation failure.
He took the fiberoptic bronchoscope and placed it somewhere out of the way. The 2nd generation Explorer laryngeal mask... Forget it, even if you want to use Boss Zheng’s, there are 3rd generation ones.
What other equipment might be needed that is not commonly used
While he was thinking about it, Lao He heard another familiar voice coming from the corridor.
"Mr. Peng, the lounge is prepared for you. Can you lie down for a while?"
It’s Dean Yan! Lao He was slightly startled. It seemed that the patient's background was bigger than he thought, and even Dean Yan came up.
"No, as a family member of the patient, will it put pressure on the surgeon if I watch the operation?" Mr. Peng said with a smile without feeling nervous.
"That's not true. Boss Zheng's surgery is very stable and he has a big heart." Dean Yan said with a smile, "I am either worried or afraid that you will be tired."
“It only takes an hour in total, so there’s nothing tiring about it.”
Lao He pretended to be busy, showing off his hard work, carefulness, practicality and seriousness without any real evidence.
The work must be done, and the false performance must be done well. Lao He knows all these things. If I hadn't been very unlucky in the first half of my life, I would have mentioned it already. There is a saying that when things come together, heaven and earth work together, and now it should be a good time, Lao He thought with a smile.
"Oh? Dr. Zheng is used to hearing this when he performs operations..."
When he came outside the surgery room, Mr. Peng heard the song of good luck coming from inside and said smoothly. But how to describe it? Mr. Peng and others did not have such good conditions for surgery at that time, but this did not affect his understanding that today's surgeons have their own music that they are willing to listen to.
I have heard countless songs in the operating room, but I have never heard of good luck.
To be honest, this song is a bit noisy and the tempo is a bit fast. If it were a square dance...it seems that even square dances dislike this song. Mr. Peng smiled slightly and said, "Such retro songs are really rare."
"Boss Zheng may be doing it for a good word." Ye Qingqiu said softly from the side.
Mr. Peng nodded.
"This is Dr. He Junjin, deputy director of the Department of Anesthesiology." Ye Qingqiu introduced.
Although Lao He has never been so close to Mr. Peng, he has always heard his name. In addition, when Ye Qingqiu introduced himself, he directly mentioned deputy director, which made Lao He feel happy. There should be some clues to this, otherwise Director Ye wouldn't tell lies with his eyes open, just to make Mr. Peng feel that 912 takes him seriously.
It turned out to be this old gentleman’s lover’s surgery, no wonder.
Lao He turned around and greeted Mr. Peng, but found a dark group of people at the door. As if there was a dean's office meeting, all the department leaders were following behind.
"Mr. Peng." Lao He did not shy away from the cordial greeting or flattery, but greeted him calmly, bowed slightly, and started his non-physical performance again.
Don't ask for merit, but ask for no faults. The credit belongs to Boss Zheng. It would be great if he can get a share of the pie. Lao He understands this in his heart.
"Mr. Peng, please take a rest." Dean Yan brought over a small round stool, placed it in the corner of the operating room, and "pressed" Mr. Peng onto the stool without any doubt.
"Don't have too many people in the operating room. Dean Yuan stays and everyone else evacuates." Dean Yan glanced at the people behind him and then began to chase them away in a deep voice.