Xue Chunhe perked up and glanced at the time, 1 hour and 42 minutes had passed since Crown Prince Abdul Aziz entered the operating room.

It's a bit long, but at this time, it will definitely not be a thoracotomy. I am afraid that the cardiopulmonary bypass group temporarily transferred from the Second Hospital of the Medical University is useless, and theoretically speaking, Mr. Wu Mian and Wu should do interventional surgery.

The door of the operating room opened, and Ren Haitao walked out with a drip bottle and a flat car.

Xue Chunhe carefully observed Ren Haitao's expression for the first time, and he was in a worried mood.

Ren Haitao wore a flower hat and a sterile mask covering most of his face. However, judging from the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, the expression is calm, and there are no sweat stains on the hat, so the operation should go well.

"Haitao, how is it?" Xue Chunhe asked in a low voice.

"Dean, all the best. Ren Haitao said.

When Gamal Abdul Nasser saw the door of the operating room open, he hurriedly rushed up, with a group of people behind him, and directly separated Xue Chunhe outside.

Xue Chunhe couldn't understand Arabic, but he could hear the voice of Crown Prince Abdul Aziz lying in the flat car, and his heart was suddenly much more calm.

After the operation, the patient was able to communicate with the family, and it was obvious that Mr. Wu was not in a hurry to push out Crown Prince Abdul Aziz, but woke up in the operating room, "wasting" nearly an hour of time.

At the critical moment, Teacher Wu is really stable!Xue Chunhe exclaimed in his heart.

He didn't pursue the shortest possible time to get the patient out, as if no one else's eyes mattered to him.

Surgery is not an Olympic one, and how fast it is done is not fundamentally important for treatment.

Waiting until the patient is fully awake in the operating room is undoubtedly the most beneficial situation for the patient.

Soon, Xue Chunhe saw Mr. Wu Mian wearing a dark green isolation gown, explaining something to the patient's family. He did not use simultaneous interpretation and spoke fluent Arabic.

Seeing Teacher Wu, Xue Chunhe felt extremely down-to-earth.

"Nasser, the operation went well. Wu Mian took off the sterile mask, breathed a sigh, and said with a smile.

"Thank God. ”

"Wu, when can I get off the ground?" asked Crown Prince Abdul Aziz, lying on a flat car.

"Two hours later. "But I don't recommend it." Back in the ward, you go to sleep, and when you wake up, I'll check your heart function. If it is as expected, there is absolutely no problem with going into the field. ”

After hearing Wu Mian's words, Gamal Abdul Nasser and all the attendants behind him made a gesture of thanks.

Wu Mian knew that it was not to thank him, but to thank their god.

But it doesn't matter, the surgery went well, some rare complications did not appear, and this is the perfect ending.

"Go back to the ward. Wu Mian waved his hand and said.

Someone immediately took over the work of Ren Haitao, Gao Baixiang and others and escorted Crown Prince Abdul Aziz back to the ward.

"Wu, was the operation successful?" Dr. Saipan Carr asked eagerly, squeezing in front of Wu Mian.

"Of course, Dr. Carr. Wu Mian smiled, "Have you ever seen me joking in the treatment of patients?"

"......" Dr. Karl looked at Crown Prince Abdul Aziz, who was being pushed away by him, lying on his back, a position he had maintained since he was pushed out of the operating room.

Crown Prince Abdul Aziz's mitral regurgitation was severe, and because of the long duration of the disease, his left heart failure was already quite severe, and it was accompanied by severe pulmonary congestion.

His pulmonary congestion was so severe that he could not lie flat, making it more difficult to breathe because of the increased volume of blood returning to his heart and the lifting of his diaphragm.

The high pillow position, semi-recumbent position, or even sitting upright can improve the breath-holding, so it is an extremely luxurious behavior for him to lie down and sleep every day.

But after coming out of the operating room, Crown Prince Abdul Aziz has been lying flat and has not had difficulty breathing.

Dr. Saipan Carr would have liked to hold a stethoscope and listen to his heartbeat and see if the typical holosystolic windy murmur had changed.

But Dr. Karl only stopped, knowing that if he rushed at this time, the most likely thing he would be carried away by the security guards instead of hearing Crown Prince Abdul Aziz's heartbeat.

"Wu. Jack Jones looked at Wu Mian, sighed softly, and asked, "You did mitral valve clamping?"

"Dear Jack, this is the 9th time you've asked the same question. Wu Mian said, smiling slightly, "You still have 72 hours or 75 hours to convince the board." Of course, the later you go, the more demanding the conditions you will have to accept. ”

"......" Jack Jones looked at Wu Mian in a daze, and a cloud made of rain floated through his heart, and the downpour fell instantly.

"Wu, can I take care of Crown Prince Abdul Aziz? Dr. Karl asked hurriedly.

For him, all the post-operative indicators are as precious as gold.

Even without the need for auxiliary tests, auscultation can tell whether the mitral valve clip was a success or a failure.

"If Crown Prince Abdul Aziz doesn't have an opinion, I don't mind. Wu Mian said with a gentle smile.

Dr. Carr was overjoyed when he heard this, he thought that all this had to be kept secret from him, but he did not expect that Wu did not mind that he was close to the patient.

After Jack Jones heard Wu Mian's words, his heart completely fell to the bottom.

Wu didn't hide it, but generously let Dr. Carl go to the ICU. It is clear at a glance whether the operation was a success or a failure.

How the hell did he get the operation done? Jack Jones didn't know anything about it.

The first thing to do was to confirm whether the operation was successful, and Jack Jones cautiously followed behind the crowd and found an opportunity to say to Dr. Carl, "Carl. ”

"Huh?" said Dr. Karl, who was too agitated to contain his emotions.

"I was told as soon as the ICU confirmed Abdul Aziz's condition and the completion of the surgery. Jack Jones said cautiously.

"Don't worry, I'll be the first to tell you the results. However, as we already know, the crown prince has been lying flat all the way without severe breathing difficulties, and his symptoms of pulmonary congestion due to left heart failure have been relieved.

In my opinion, the surgery has been a success, perfect!

My God, it's unbelievable, how the hell did Wu do it!"

Jack Jones frowned and glanced at Dr. Carl, but said nothing. What kind of temper Dr. Karl is, he naturally knows in his heart.

Let's check first, as for the surgery...... Jack Jones glanced at Wang Qingshan, who was following behind, and already had a "perfect" plan in his heart.