Dean Zhao." Director Bai walked out of the operating room and came to Dean Zhao's side.

Because he had to step on the line in the operating room, Dean Zhao hid far away. Director Bai understands his mentality very well and is accustomed to it.

After reporting the patient's condition, Director Bai said, "The patient has just undergone a heart transplant, and if he is under general anesthesia again, the jugular vein is incised with a 5-incision to remove the San-Ganz floating catheter, which may be a big problem."

Dean Zhao's face sank like water.

After Director Bai finished his report, he was silent for a moment and asked, "Is there any other way?"

"Not yet." Director Bai said, "Dean Zhao, how do you think you explain to the patient's family?"

Heart transplantation is part of scientific research, so Zhao Jixiang snatched this life from the dean in charge of clinical practice.

If the ghost heart can be fully spread out in the future, the history of the Second Affiliated Academy will definitely use thick pen and ink to record this credit, which is what Zhao Jixiang wants.

However, he did not expect that the operation would go smoothly and the patient would recover smoothly after the operation, but he would encounter a knot in the blood vessel of the San-Ganz catheter.

The operation was originally perfect, but when it encountered an unexpected situation of heavenly killing, Zhao Jixiang was also a little overwhelmed.

He calmed down and kicked the ball back habitually, "Director Bai, how do you want to solve it?"

"I don't have a good way, I can only explain to the patient's family, if the patient can't get down, be prepared for the blockage of the building."

「……」

Zhao Jixiang's brain was cold.

Because it is a heart transplant, the patient's family also has some identities and status, so Zhao Jixiang has been communicating and communicating in the early stage, and Director Bai basically did not show up.

And Director Bai has always slipped and never left his hands, and if he wants to shake the pot, it is estimated that he will never accept it.

Zhao Jixiang sighed deeply, "Director Bai, we have worked together for many years, and you will also take half a step up next year to be in charge of the clinic."

"Dean Zhao, it's hard to say what will happen in the future."

"Look at the disposal." Zhao Jixiang patted his chest, "Something's wrong, there's me." If nothing happens, the patient will be discharged from the hospital well, and we will both have merit."

In the last sentence, Zhao Jixiang said very seriously and sincerely.

He was mainly frightened by Director Bai's sentence of blocking the office building, so that he vaguely offered a big benefit.

However, Director Bai still did not answer.

"Dean Zhao, I'm still waiting inside, I can't think of a way for the time being. I'll listen to you, and you'll see what to do." Director Bai said distressedly.

Zhao Jixiang looked at Director Bai with a scheming look, and said with disdain, "Director Bai, this is your fault. When is it now, I put my words here, you let it go, if something happens, it's mine, my Lao Zhao is not the one who throws the pot."

"Really?"

"Really."

At this moment, Zhao Jixiang really didn't want to communicate with the patient's family, he had just successfully undergone surgery, and he had already spoken to the end of his words.

"Then I'll give it a try." Director Bai said cautiously, "Just give it a try, Dean Zhao."

"Let it go!"

Director Bai took out his mobile phone and called Director Liu.

"Director Liu, let Ji Xiang come up, immediately, immediately."

When Zhao Jixiang heard the name Ji Xiang, his face suddenly turned dark, as if he had been coated with a layer of ash at the bottom of the pot.

He didn't expect that the San-Ganz catheter was knotted in the blood vessels, and Director Bai, like Zhao Xiangming, wanted to find Ji Xiang to solve the problem.

"Commissioner Pak ......"

"Dean Zhao, this is the only way I can do, or you will come." Director Bai said very bluntly.

Dean Zhao frowned and sighed, "Don't doubt the use of people, I said let it go, when I didn't say it."

He thought viciously in his heart, do you really think Lao Tzu won't shake the pot? Just kidding, find a regular trainee to go to surgery.

Zhao Jixiang really didn't believe that Ji Xiang could do anything.

And

Find Ji Xiang to do the operation, don't be too easy.

Thinking about this matter, Zhao Jixiang's mood was much better, he relaxed, and he had already calculated how to shake the pot in the future.

Soon, Director Liu came up with Ji Xiang.

"Dr. Koji." Director Bai greeted him, raised his head slightly, and stared at Ji Xiang.

"Director Bai, is the catheter on the 12th floor ready?"

"Yes."

"That's good, I'll have surgery."

"It's not difficult."

"It's easy."

"Easy?!" Director Bai and Dean Zhao were shocked at the same time.

The patients all know that the San-Ganz floating catheter is knotted in the blood vessels, and they have no idea what else can be done to solve the problem other than to cut it and remove it.

Even if there were, it would be too difficult.

But what did Ji Xiang say?

Simple!

"It's hard for me to explain this, you have to hurry, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with the blood clot in the knot of the San-Ganz catheter. Once you have a pulmonary embolism, you have to toss again." Ji Xiang Road.

「！！！」

There was no time to hesitate, Director Bai nodded and beckoned, "Director Zhao, let's go together."

"Okay." Director Zhao ran to prepare.

As soon as he ran a step, Zhao Xiangming's left foot was mixed with his right foot, and he fell directly to the ground on a big horse.

"Director Zhao?"

Zhao Xiangming lay on the ground motionless.

Director Bai snorted coldly.

, everyone knows that this is a death game, but no one dares to go on it.

Zhao Xiangming's old man's move of pretending to be dead is simply spicy!

Director Bai scolded in his heart, but Zhao Xiangming pretended to be unconscious when he said anything, didn't say a word, and honestly lay on the ground.

As a neurosurgeon, Director Pak has a hundred ways to make a fool of himself.

But Ji Xiang's words just now are in his ears - you must hurry up, otherwise once a blood clot appears, secondary pulmonary embolism will be troublesome.

"Interventional Department, Professor Ma, you follow." Director Bai pointed casually, and Professor Ma just nodded as if he had eaten a bitter melon, but did not speak.

Zhao Jixiang was not careless, he was afraid that something would happen again, so he directly put on a lead coat and went in together.

Ji Xiang wore a lead suit, brushed his hands, and then stood on the operating table.

"12F artery sheath."

The 12F catheter was sent to Ji Xiang.

At the San-Ganz catheter puncture site, Yoshisho pulled out the original sheath and then sent the 12F arterial sheath in.

His hands are steady.

"Dr. Koji." Professor Ma asked distressedly, "What are you going to do?"

"It's done." Ji Xiang said calmly.

"Huh?!"

"Professor Ma hasn't solved the intraoperative problems of other departments?"

"Nope."

"Oh, that's no wonder."

Ji Xiang said, and began to pull the San-Ganz catheter out.

"Slow down!" Professor Ma subconsciously reminded.

"It's simple, yes, look." Ji Xiang's hand was pulled out, and the 12F arterial sheath was very wide, and the knotted part of the San-Ganz catheter was unhindered and smoothed out.

Zhao Jixiang's eyelids jumped.

Director Bai stared at the ECG monitoring for the first time.

Sinus rhythm, 92 beats per minute, normal blood pressure, normal oxygen saturation, the patient does not seem to feel anything.

(End of chapter)

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