"Director Ding, do you think Mr. Huang can have surgery?" asked the anesthesiologist.

Director Ding shook his head.

"Oh." The anesthesiologist also sighed. He knew very well what Director Ding meant.

He also heard the noise outside the operating room just now, and also understood the basic situation of the young patient. The patient's family could not accept the cruel facts and could only do their best.

In the imperial capital, when it comes to cardiothoracic surgery, no one can help but think of Mr. Huang when it comes to the word "try".

Let’s rescue, no matter how you say it, you have to wait for Mr. Huang to come.

We must try our best, but Mr. Huang didn't come. No matter what, he couldn't say that he did his best. Although everyone knows that even Mr. Huang came, it would probably be useless.

Soon, the young patient had another cardiac arrest, and the doctor and nurse in the operating room gave him cardiopulmonary resuscitation again.

After several tosses, the vital signs of the young patient are no longer stable.

Although he could only be hard to ensure that he was still alive under the maintenance of the drug, whether it was Director Ding, the anesthesiologist, or the youngest device nurse, he knew that perhaps the next cardiac arrest would be the young patient that he would never be able to save him.

His vital signs deteriorated so dramatically that it was difficult to wait until Huang Lao entered the operating room.

...

"Zhou Congwen, you have never done this position surgery." Mr. Huang asked as he changed his clothes as fast as possible.

Zhou Congwen shook his head. The position of the thoracic surgery is quite special, basically in the lateral position, and there are some rare position.

But no matter what, I have never encountered cardiothoracic surgery in my seat.

"When I go to the stage, I will do my job and you will be my assistant." Huang Laodao.

"Boss, please be careful of your health." Zhou Congwen had already changed his clothes, grabbed a pair of hats and masks, and handed them to the boss.

Mr. Huang picked out a set, put on a hat and tied a sterile mask. Zhou Congwen threw the remaining hats and masks back, and also wore the hats and walked in. The masks strode in.

The breath that permeates the operating room corridor is depressing.

When he arrived at the art room, Director Ding finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mr. Huang suddenly appear.

"Old Huang, why didn't you make a phone call?" Director Ding ran to Old Huang and glanced at him, and saw Zhou Congwen whom Old Huang brought him.

"If you are familiar with it, why call me?" Mr. Huang glanced at the ECG monitoring of the young patient, and then turned his attention to the film inserted on the video reader.

The huge tumor in the film looks bigger than the heart, just like a person with two hearts.

Old Huang frowned.

This situation is very rare. Even Mr. Huang has never encountered several similar patients.

"How long has it been?" Huang Lao asked in a deep voice.

"It has been 29 days since the discovery of the small nodule in the upper lobe of the left lung." Director Ding said.

"Zhou Congwen, go and clean your hands and disinfect them." Old Huang said seriously.

Before Zhou Congwen could turn around, the ringtone of the cell phone in Huang Lao's pocket rang.

Mr. Huang took out his cell phone and took a look, put it back in his pants pocket, and took a photo of Zhou Congwen, "Hurry up."

Zhou Congwen's eyelids began to hop, and he saw the phone number displayed on his boss's phone just now.

Unexpectedly, the boss chose not to answer the phone.

However, Zhou Congwen did not hesitate. Does the boss have to interfere in his own way in doing things?

Going to brush your hands quickly, Zhou Congwen tried hard to throw the phone number in his mind out of the sky, and focused on brushing your hands, thinking about how to do the surgery.

Mr. Huang stood beside Zhou Congwen brushing his hands. When the brush was brushing his nails, the ringtone of his cell phone rang again.

Director Ding accompanied him. Because of the patient's position, he knew that the position was awkward. He was about to ask himself if he needed to go on stage, but he heard Mr. Huang's cell phone ringing again.

"Xiao Ding, help me answer the phone." Old Huang sighed and said.

Director Ding quickly took out his cell phone from Mr. Huang's pants pocket, glanced at the number on it and frowned. The number seemed familiar and looked very familiar, but in desperation, he couldn't remember which phone number it was.

He didn't have time to think too much, so he put it in Huang Lao's ear after it was connected.

A quick voice began to come from the other side of the phone. After brushing his hands, Mr. Huang said, "I am undergoing an emergency surgery on this side, and I will rush over after it is over."

"I know the way to the coach's mansion, so I don't need to pick it up."

Mr. Huang simply refused, and then gave Director Ding a wink, and Director Ding subconsciously hung up the phone.

He had already remembered where this "daily" phone number belonged.

Mr. Huang... actually...

Director Ding's hands and feet were numb. He could not believe why Mr. Huang refused the person on that side without hesitation and stayed in the operating room for an operation with no hope of success.

"Old Huang." Director Ding said embarrassedly, "I know the operation will not be successful. Why don't you go to the coach's mansion first? Don't delay that matter."

"Who told you that the operation will not be successful?" Old Huang raised his hands flat on his chest and turned to the operating room.

When Huang Lao stood beside the patient, Zhou Congwen had already laid a sterile sheet.

He was upright 90 degrees, and no one had ever encountered the position of sitting on the left side. Old Huang looked at the sterile sheet set up by Zhou Congwen, and did not speak, but nodded with satisfaction.

"Old Huang..." Director Ding felt guilty when he thought of the phone call.

What is Huang Lao doing?

If I had known this call, Director Ding would not have summoned Mr. Huang to come for consultation and surgery.

Director Ding knew very well which side was light and which side was heavy.

"Why didn't you brush your hands?" Mr. Huang said unhappily, "Go hurry up, I'm open my chest, you have to carry the tumor to reduce the patient's heart and lung load."

"Old Huang, why don't you go to the Shuai Mansion for consultation first." Director Ding was almost crying. He tried to calm his emotions and once again suggested in a low voice, "After all..."

"Disin." Mr. Huang ignored Director Ding's words completely. He stood on the left side of the patient and reached out to disinfect the things.

The anesthesiologist and nurses were stunned. It turned out that Mr. Huang’s cell phone rang because of consultation.

According to Director Ding's words, Mr. Huang refused to go to Shuai Mansion for consultation immediately and stayed to perform surgery on the young patient.

When everyone thought of those nouns, they looked at Mr. Huang with surprise, and they had no idea what the old man was thinking.

Is this choice difficult to make? I am afraid that 100% of people make the same choice.

But Mr. Huang chose to stay and perform surgery on a strange little patient.

"Disin it! Hurry up!" Huang Lao said in a deep voice, looking at the equipment nurse beside him with a sharp look.

"Oh oh oh." The instrument nurse quickly handed the pliers, iodine gauze and dry gauze to Mr. Huang.

Disinfection and wipe clean, Huang Lao fell down with a knife, and the 25cm surgical incision suddenly appeared on the chest wall of the young patient.

Although the posture is awkward, it seems to have no effect on Huang Lao's technique at all. It is extremely skillful.

Zhou Congwen stood behind the patient's side, pressed the knife edge with gauze, and began to burn and stop bleeding.

The operation begins.
Chapter completed!