Chapter Seventy-One: The Operating Room
In the council hall, people in white doctors' uniforms sat at the long conference table, looking at a screen hanging above a wall, silent. The screen shows surveillance footage from a hospital room, where the patient is very young, in his early twenties, lying peacefully and peacefully on a hospital bed.
Everyone in the room understood that the young patient was about to wake up on the surveillance screen. In three to five days at most, he will be a fierce tiger. It stands to reason that the patient has miraculously recovered, and they, the doctors, should be happy. Every time a patient is treated, the hospital can gain an additional reputation, and it can attract more patients to come to the hospital. The doctors, however, were silent, neither happy nor sad.
Most of the doctors were expressionless, and a few frowned slightly. True, they felt neither joy nor sorrow, but only deep doubts.
The monitor inside the screen is naturally a passer who has passed through a car accident. The doctors thought that whether it was the huge impact of the car or the unknown deep malignant tumor in the brain, Guan Ke should not survive. However, the amazing thing is that Guan Ke not only survived, but also was healthy, and his average quality was higher than that of ordinary people in terms of various comprehensive indicators.
At that time, after Gao Yi received the notice of the 120 ambulance, he immediately rushed to the endangered operating room. Although several days have passed, the scene is still vivid. The guest was lying on the operating table with his eyes closed, his limbs slightly weird, obviously deformed or broken. His body was covered in blood, and blood stained his grotesque body.
The assistant gently pierced one end of the brain imaging into the scalp of the passer and carefully observed the image. On the screen of the instrument, a large black * field representing a brain tumor occupies almost 80% of the passer's part.
Gao Yi leaned down and used the stethoscope to listen carefully to the heartbeat in the chest cavity of the passer. At first, the plopping sound only beats faintly every nearly a minute. Gao Yi thought at the time that his old friend might not be able to save him this time, and no matter what measures Gao Yi took, it would be in vain. However, the procedure still had to be completed, so Gao Yi still quietly listened to the heartbeat of Guan Ke, waiting to say the final time of death.
I waited a long time. At first, the sound of the passer's heart beating was very small, and if he didn't listen carefully, he couldn't really hear it at all, but as the time passed slowly, the sound of his heart beating became a little stronger.
Gao Yi thought that he had misheard, so he concentrated and listened more carefully. Plop, plop, the sound of the passer's heart beating became more and more powerful, and the interval between beats slowly returned to normal. Gao Yi listened to the powerful heartbeat, and couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise. He couldn't help but put his hand on Guan Ke's bare chest and felt it again. Guan Ke's heart is like a fully charged motor, and there is no sign of failure at all. It's stable, normal, good, and seems to be going to work for a hundred years.
Gao Yi grabbed his assistant's arm, and his voice was a little high-pitched due to surprise: "How is his brain wave?"
The assistant couldn't lift his spirits because he stayed up for a few days and nights. A dying man just came in, and he happened to come over and steal for a while. He listened to Gao Yi's question, and was a little puzzled, thinking to himself that Doctor Gao is not often nervous, what kind of crazy thing is smoking today? He yawned several times before he said sleepily: "What else can the dead man's EEG be? ”
Gao Yi shook his assistant's neck, pressed his face against the screen of the instrument, and said angrily: "This special code is called a straight line?
The assistant sensed something unusual, his body shivered, and finally came to his senses. The brain imaging device is divided into two images, the upper image monitors the specific condition of the patient's brain, and the lower image reflects the patient's brain fluctuations.
In the image above, the black areas have shrunk somewhat, and in the image below, the brain waves, which should be straight lines, are still rising and falling.
The assistant rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he was dazzled, but he rubbed his eyes four or five times, and the results were not the slightest different. Not only did this patient not die immediately, but he was miraculously getting better little by little.
Gao Yi slapped the assistant's stunned head and said in a low voice: "What are you still doing in a daze, call more people to come and prepare for surgery." ”
The assistant looked at the Guan Ke lying on the operating table stupidly and said, "It can't be a resurrection, right?"
Gao Yi patted his assistant's head again and said, "I see that you just look like you have just returned to your soul! ”
The assistant remained motionless and said, "His brain is healing on its own, what else are we going to operate?"
Gao Yi patted the assistant's head for the third time, pointed to Guan Ke's slightly weird body, and said, "Don't you see that his bones are wrong?
The assistant touched his hair like a chicken nest, and couldn't figure out how one day, a group of white coats would be in the endangered operating room, busy not saving lives, but connecting bones.
Just when Gao Yi's fourth slap was about to be filmed, the assistant hurriedly rushed out of the operating room and called the doctors who were still a little idle in Lanting Hospital.
The red light in the operating room came on, and the doctors were quickly put to work. Gao Yi didn't have a light automaton, but just stood aside and watched. Whenever he saw something strange, he would go down and investigate it himself.
Later, the other doctors, following the orders, gave the patient a bone, and did not ask about some strange phenomena, even if they were aware of them. They were too busy to gossip.
This unique and endangered operation started in a hurry, but it lasted for a long time. When the doctors had already reset the bones of the patient's body, Gao Yi had not yet said that the operation was over. He kept staring at Guan Ke's head, as if he were looking at a rare treasure.
Gao Yi really wanted to understand why Guan Ke suffered from such a serious illness, suffered such a serious car accident, and still had a life. When the doctors were taking the bones, he carefully observed the body structure of Guan Ke, and when he looked at it, he found that it was no different from other people, except that his body was younger and healthier. Since there is nothing wrong with the body, the things that can bring the Guan Ke back to life must be hidden in the Guan Ke's head.
If he finds the real reason, it will certainly be a great discovery in the scientific community, and it will go down in the annals of world history. Gao Yi was a little excited just thinking about it. The more he looked at Guan Ke's head, the brighter the light in his eyes became.
Guan Ke walked around Gao Yi's head, unconcerned about the work that other colleagues had already done. He thought for a long time, lingered in place for a while, and then slowly and resolutely said, "Open your head." ”
The rest of the doctors looked at each other. They already felt that something was wrong. Usually in endangered operating rooms, life-saving surgeries are performed. More than sixty or seventy percent of the patients who came out of here went to the morgue. Ninety percent of the people who were transported by ambulance were here, and the doctors handed down their death sentences.
It's already a little strange that such a leisurely place of life is used to correct bones, but now it's going to be a craniotomy, so what did you do earlier? Shouldn't the order of craniotomy and bone correction be reversed?
Gao Yi felt those suspicious eyes, and couldn't help but feel a hot heat on his face. He smiled a little weakly. His heart began to struggle. He glanced at the imaging machine in his brain and saw that the black areas had shrunk to forty percent. It's really an amazing rate, and if it continues to develop like this, the tumor in Guanke's brain will disappear soon. If he had had a craniotomy, it would probably have affected something and made the situation worse, but if he hadn't had a craniotomy, he would never understand why Guan Ke was able to get better on his own.
Gao Yi's inner struggle didn't last long, and curiosity and greed soon took over. His eyes shone brightly, and he said very briefly, "What are you doing in a daze? Come and help with the craniotomy!"
The doctors hesitated for a moment, but finally slowly leaned over to the passer's head. A mechanical device that holds the head in place ejects from the tail of the operating table and slowly extends. The head of the mechanism, like a lobster's iron tongs, slowly came to the top of the passer's forehead. The pincers lowered as they adjusted their direction to make sure they could jam the passer's head.
Gao Yi took a sterilized scalpel from the tray next to him and quietly waited for the completion of the mechanical device's action.
A more knowledgeable doctor had already picked up the chainsaw used to cut the skull, stood beside Gao Yi, and was also waiting slowly.
The two claws of the iron tongs, one left and one right, were placed on the side of the passer's head and began to tighten slowly. In a short time, the iron tongs had completely fixed the head of the passer.
Gao Yi held the shiny scalpel and approached the scalp of the passer, about to cut off a piece.
Usually, after a piece of scalp is cut off, it's time for that chainsaw-like thing to work. Just activate it, and the sharp blade on it will spin quickly, enough to cut through any hard object. Experiments have been conducted on this medical device, if used to cut gold, it can be easily cut in half, so it is only a piece of cake to cut open a human skull.