Chapter 186: One Life
The wife, Cheri, gently pushed her husband into the operating room. In this not-so-long corridor, the wife looked affectionately at her husband.
With his wife's encouraging eyes, Fang Lin looked extremely relaxed, and he could see that he was resting well, and the feeling of fear had long disappeared from his face.
Looking at each other, the two were speechless for a while, looking at each other, even though there were thousands of words, they had turned into silent expressions.
The wife pushed her husband to the door of the operating room, and the two assistants of the old professor took over the mobile bed and comforted him, "Don't worry! The old professor is an expert in this field, and he is a Taishan Beidou-level figure in our hospital.
After so many years, there are very few mistakes. The medical skills are so high that I can't find many people in the entire hospital. The old professor has an extremely strong personality, and if he can't do it, then others can't do it. ”
The wife looked at her husband reluctantly, for fear that once he entered the operating room, he would never come back.
Fang Lin saw that his wife was a little reluctant, and wondered in his heart, it was just a minor operation, as for this.
So he comforted: "Wife, it's okay! It's just a minor operation! Don't worry about it like this! Just now, the two doctors also said that the old professor's medical skills are very good, and he will definitely be fine, so you can rest assured!"
Strange to say, it was the wife who comforted her husband, afraid that he would be afraid, but lest he be worried, but he never thought that he would become a husband to comfort his wife.
"Her father, I'll be waiting for you at the door, after the operation is over in a while, let's talk well!" said his wife, tears in her eyes inadvertently flowing down the corners of her eyes.
Fang Lin didn't feel a little unusual, he always thought that his wife would be a little sad when she saw that she was about to have surgery and suffered pain.
He wouldn't have imagined how hard the operation would be. But the wife knew what the operation meant to her husband. It is destined to be a protracted war. It's never going to be that simple.
The husband was slowly pushed into the operating room by one assistant, and the other assistant asked his wife to sign, and when the wife wrote her name one by one on the operation notice and the family's signature position, her heart was once again so worried that she could not attach it.
The wife slowly sat on the bench at the door of the operating room, quietly in a daze, very anxious, and now she was under the greatest psychological pressure.
If the operation is not successful, what should she do? The child is still young, and if her husband has a husband who has three elders and two shorts, how can she take care of the child by herself? Thinking about the future dependence of the mother and the child on the orphans and widows, it is not a good feeling in my heart.
The old professor froze and asked with concern, "How do you feel now?"
"Well, that's good! I was a little scared! Seeing you here was like taking a reassuring pill. ”
"So I can make such a big difference!" said the old professor jokingly. "Are the accommodations good here?"
Fang Lin also smiled, "Very good, very good, higher than a three-star hotel!"
"Don't stay long, don't wait until you're sick!" the old professor was very humorous.
After just a few words, the atmosphere was so harmonious that it seemed to have long forgotten that this was a very difficult operation.
A positive and optimistic attitude is a good medicine for fear, apprehension, hesitation, suspicion, jealousy and other bad emotions.
The old professor has come into contact with many patients, people of all kinds of mentality, and he knows that the doctor's duty is not only to cure the patient's physical diseases, but also to sort out their anxiety and fear. Let their desperate and sad hearts be positive and optimistic.
The two assistants were busy nervously, and they were making preoperative preparations, preparing the silver shiny special knives and scissors, and the white cotton wool cloth.
The perforated shadowless lamp on the operating table shone with that frightening light. It's so bright that people's heartbeats are involuntarily accelerated.
The anesthesiologist talked to Fang Lin, "I see that your body is good!"
"I've always been very good, I've never been to the hospital since I was a child, I don't know how to make a little trouble this time, it's just an operation?" Fang Lin was a little helpless.
The anesthesiologist actually knew about him for a long time, and the old professor had in-depth communication with him before the operation. It can be said that he knows the patient's condition well.
Just pretending you don't know anything. On the one hand, it is desirable to divert the patient's attention so that the patient's fear can be minimized.
"It's okay! It's not a major surgery! What do you do? This sturdy body must have something to do with your work, right?"
"My job is heavy physical labor! Ordinary people can't do it. I tally goods in the warehouse of a department store. ”
"That's tiring work!
"It's not much, it's working-class! It's still okay to make ends meet. ”
"Well, next time I go to your mall to buy something, I have to ask your colleague to give me a discount!" The anesthesiologist chatted with Fang Lin while busy with the guy.
"No problem! I'm okay in the mall, they have to give me some face. Fang Lin said a little proudly.
I felt a little heavy when I chatted, which felt no different from a bottle of wine.
I just feel a little dizzy. Fang Lin didn't know what was wrong. Could it be that the skill of an anesthesiologist is so great that he is anesthetized in just a few words. Thinking about it, I don't feel drowsy and fall asleep.
In fact, during the chat just now, the anesthesiologist had injected anesthetic into Fang Lin's vertebrae.
Because the conversation was in full swing and the doctor's methods were light, Fang Lin only cared about chatting, and he didn't feel it at all.
In addition, his wife did not mention that he would fall asleep when he told Fang Lin about the caesarean section, and he didn't know that the operation would be so big that he had to be under general anesthesia, so he didn't care too much.
As the minutes passed, the old professor steadily took the knife and scissors and cotton wool cloth handed by the assistant, and put the used knife and scissors into the tray, making the crisp sound of metal crashing.
The fat is cut apart layer by layer, and the old professor patiently and flexibly uses the knife and scissors, and the patient's body is like a plaster cast in front of the sculptor.
Under the artist's careful and delicate carving, the plaster is cut open, the upper part is bent, and the inside is full of flowers, and fruits and flowers of different shapes come into view.
The old professor couldn't help but turn over in his heart, these vicious fruits and flowers stunned many medical personnel present.
It is clear that the patient's cancer cells have spread to all corners of the body. They absorb nutrients from the patient's body on a daily basis. From the inside out, the patient's original sturdy body is eroded.
The old professor knew that the patient was in an advanced stage and that his days were numbered. But he was still unwilling.
He remembered the scene when Cheli knelt down and kowtowed again and again, begging for his help, and the tears that had softened his heart.
He also promised in front of this poor woman that he would do his best and never give up until the last moment.
What's wrong with him now, is he really going to back down?
Time passed minute by minute, and before I knew it, eleven hours had passed, and Cheerie was pacing up and down the door nervously!
I have been waiting anxiously, and the water is not exhausted. Her husband's life and death on the operating table are uncertain, how can he eat!
There is no news at all, and no one must be killed in a hurry! From her hurried footsteps back and forth, you can feel her restless mood.
In the operating room, the sweat of the old professor flowed down his sideburns, and the oval shape was bloodshot, and the uneven tumor on the surface covered the patient's abdominal cavity.
The old professor carefully removed the tumor with a knife and scissors, like a diligent gardener picking ripe fruit.
But this fruit is just a bad fruit. He kept saying to the two assistants: "In the process of removing the tumor, we must pay attention to the patient's internal organs and arteries and blood vessels, and do not touch them, and the tumor must be removed." ”
No less than dozens of large and small tumors were taken. The old professor's hands trembled a little, after all, it had been more than ten hours. Not to mention his age, even a young man can't stand it!
The two assistants kept persuading: "Professor, let the assistant doctor take your place, right?"
"No, there is a big piece next to the patient's pancreas, and it must be removed, but it is very dangerous to remove that piece, and if it is lost, the patient will die.
It's the critical moment, and success or failure is here!" the old professor's voice was a little hoarse.
The two assistants had both understood the professor's temper, and they both knew what he was sure of, and it was useless for anyone to say anything, so they had to shake their heads helplessly.
As soon as I looked up, I saw the old professor fall to the ground, unconscious.
The operating room was like a fryer, the voices were boiling, everyone shouted, came over, two assistants pinched the middle of the person, and the other brought the pacemaker to perform cardiac resuscitation. The pacemaker was pressed repeatedly on the old professor's chest, no less than a dozen times.
The electrocardiogram was still straight, and although the old professor's vital signs had long since disappeared, the assistant still refused to give up and pressed it more than twenty times.
The assistant lay on the old professor and cried. They had just graduated and were assigned to the old professor's office.
From the old professor, they not only learned the rejuvenating medical skills. It's more about seeing that as a doctor, the spirit of never giving up and saving lives is still seen.
The old professor unreservedly passed on to them the experience of his life. Let them help more people in need.
They knew in their hearts that if it weren't for this operation, the old professor would not have died.
This undoubtedly caused the hospital to suffer a heavy loss, and the family has an old man like a treasure, and this kind of living fossil-like Taishan Beidou-level figure can be described as a treasure of the town.
Not to mention sitting in the clinic to see a doctor, it is very good to be a consultant, which is also what the dean means.
The old professor has a straight temper and is very reluctant, and it is useless for anyone to say it.
The dean had to coax, for fear that the old-timers would be angry, so he had to acquiesce, but this consultation, the old man is really desperate!
He thought he was younger. I don't care about my body at all. It was useless to persuade anyone, and the dean had no choice but to repeatedly tell the two little assistants to take good care of the elderly.
I never thought that I was just in time for Cherry to take her husband to see an old professor for a doctor, this may be fate, but Cherry insisted on asking her husband to fight, and there was a glimmer of hope and she had to do her best 100%.
In addition, the old professor fought to the end for the patients, and never gave up for this life-saving profession. Only then did he resolutely walk into the operating room that he had not entered for more than 20 years. That's what led to the killing.
As soon as the door of the operating room opened, a little doctor stepped out of it, and Che Li stepped forward, "Doctor, how is it?
The little doctor hurriedly said, "It's terrible! I'm dead! I'm going to have to go and inform the dean." With that, he broke free and went straight to the dean's office.
If Cheeri didn't listen, she fell to the ground and fell unconscious.