The screen in front of me suddenly turned black without warning! Deputy Director Zhao immediately judged the reason, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and said in a deep voice: "The tumor was accompanied by a cyst, and the pus from the cyst spurted out!" He Hai quickly took a look at the two-person binocular microscope. Sure enough, the field under the mirror was also pitch black! Deputy Director Zhao's expression changed drastically. This is an unavoidable accident during tumor resection. No matter how high the level of surgery is, there is nothing you can do! Now, the surgical field is blocked and the chance of surgery is lost. Deputy Director Zhao said with deep regret:
"Doctor Xu, stop the separation right now...otherwise, it will lead to more serious spinal cord damage!" Only part of the tumor can be removed first. At this time, Shen Shanyou shouted: "Director, he, he, he, he is still peeling off!" Deputy Director Zhao was shocked when he saw Xu Qiu put aside the microscope, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all. He immediately saw Xu Qiu's intention and said in disbelief: "Naked observation? This is microsurgery!" Xu Qiu didn't answer. His pupils dilated, and the surgical field under the microscope seemed to appear in his mind. The location of the spinal cord, the extent of the tumor, the interface between the two… At this moment, with the blessing of a master's spinal tumor resection, Xu Qiu forgot everything and concentrated, with only the spinal cord and tumor left in his eyes. Don't know how long it has been. when-- The sound of Xu Qiu putting down the microscopic instrument sounded. A completely stripped tumor was thrown carelessly on the surgical tray. "The removal was successful." Xu Qiu was relieved. At this moment, the operating room that had pressed the pause button came back to life. Everyone looked at the ependymoma as thin as a finger in shock, with shock and confusion in their eyes. How did you do it? When the surgical field is clear, it is a difficult operation to remove the tumor precisely without disturbing the brain. not to mention……
Do it when there is almost no magic! He Hai suppressed his shock, put on a accustomed look, and said calmly: "It has happened before. Don't be too surprised!" Deputy Director Zhao raised his voice a few degrees and said, "You think I don't know? What he blindly cut out before was the appendix. Can the appendix be the same as this thing!" At this moment, Deputy Director Zhao wanted to apologize for his previous thoughts. Xu Qiu is just a doctor in the emergency department, not as good as a person outside the gods? fart! Dr. Xu is a genius, a genius! In the narrow space, The scalpel is like a flying dragon and a flying phoenix, it can be used with ease, gentleness and meticulousness... Such a person... will definitely be able to challenge the restricted area of life, the brain stem, in the future! Deputy Director Zhao was jealous. He swallowed several times and finally couldn't help but said: "May……" Before the second word was uttered, He Hai immediately interrupted him and said: "Old Zhao, put away your petty thoughts. Even if you poach the director of the emergency department, Xu Qiu can't move!" Deputy Director Zhao was disappointed and could only shrink his neck and continue to appreciate the finishing touch of the operation. … … Ten minutes later. Outside the operating room. The middle-aged woman kept pacing in front of the passage. She was very anxious, looking at the clock from time to time, and mumbling something. Not far away, a man with half-white hair said impatiently: "Can you calm down for a while? The Internet said that this operation will take six hours, and now it's not even half done. What's the hurry?" The middle-aged woman said angrily: "I am begging the Bodhisattva!" "Bodhisattva, what's the use of forcing Bodhisattva?" "If I hadn't begged the Bodhisattva back then, I would have given birth to another loser!" The man couldn't argue and closed his eyes impatiently. At this moment, the light indicating the operating status at the door of the operating room went out... The middle-aged woman's expression changed and she screamed.
The man was irritated by the noise and was about to curse when he suddenly saw the lights go out. He stood up with a sound, a trace of panic flashing in his cloudy eyes. The next moment, the door to the surgical channel opened. The couple hurriedly greeted him. "Doctor...my son..." The middle-aged woman's voice was filled with tears. Halfway there, she flopped softly and fell to the ground. Xu Qiu quickly went over to help him up and said patiently: "Don't worry, the operation was successful." "The operation... was successful?!" The middle-aged woman turned from sadness to joy. Her limp body turned and knelt in front of Xu Qiu. She clasped her hands together and muttered: "Thank you doctor...thank you Bodhisattva...thank you doctor..." Everyone was deeply touched after hearing these words. In the eyes of some patients and family members, the role played by doctors is sometimes almost the same as that of Bodhisattvas. However, one is a misty faith and the bearer of suffering. Doctors, on the other hand, use mortal wisdom to fight for life with death. … … After the operation, Yue Hongliang was sent to the ICU. His condition was too critical and the location of the tumor was tricky, so postoperative care was particularly important. However, what no one in the ICU expected was that on the day after the operation, the patient's conditions recovered quickly, and the tracheal intubation was removed four hours later. The next day, before the bed was warm, he was transferred from the ICU to the general ward... On the third day after the operation, Yue Hongliang could get out of bed freely. If it weren't for his muscle atrophy, he would be able to walk on the ground now! After the third day, the 72 hours of postoperative danger were safely passed. An evaluation index was also sent to Xu Qiu. It was recorded in great detail. All preoperative symptoms have disappeared: It means that the tumor has been completely removed and the compression of the tumor on the nerve root has been relieved. No new neurological symptoms:
It means that there is no damage to the spinal cord, nerves, etc., and the postoperative recovery effect is very good! In addition, there are "no postoperative infection", "no postoperative complications", "no other auxiliary treatment required", etc. ... And this record of the operation was also asked by Deputy Director Zhao to be used as a teaching case in neurosurgery. A week later, Yue Hongliang was officially discharged from the hospital. On the day of discharge, the middle-aged woman still pushed the wheelchair to the office. However, Yue Hongliang's surgery fee has not been settled yet. The middle-aged woman immediately made a phone call. After chatting for a few words, she suddenly became irritable and started to say all kinds of unpleasant words: "You are a money-loser. It was a mistake to be born! Now I ask you to give some money to your brother for treatment, but you are unwilling to do so. I have raised you in vain! What's the point of your daughter attending interest classes? She will get married in the future! Send the money quickly!" After scolding, the woman hung up the phone. She turned her head and found that Yue Hongliang was lowering his head and looked very depressed. Suddenly, she became even more angry and scolded: "And you, I provide you with food and clothes, but you still pretend to be sick to torture me! If you really have depression, why don't you kill yourself?" After scolding for a few words, she broke out in a sweat and ran outside to get some fresh air. At this time, Yue Hongliang dared to take out his mobile phone, made a phone call, and said carefully: "I'm sorry, sister, I thought I could die. I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." At this moment, the office was silent. Xu Qiu finally understood the smile on Yue Hongliang's face that day. That was the relief he felt when he thought he could be freed. Knock, knock, knock! Just then, a quick knock on the door broke the silence of the office.
