Chapter 11

"We Can't transfer the patient to the general ward yet."

The male voice wearing a mask echoed in the operating room.

After listening to the report from the lecturer in liver surgery and specialty, Lu Dao gestured with his sight, staring at his hands in the ward, and did not touch the unclean parts of the patient.

For the calm and terrible Lu Dao, Sun Xia watched him with tense eyes. On the operating table in the second operating room, Lu Dao was about to undergo surgery.

The man who underwent the operation was a man who was not yet forty years old. When Lu Dao was directly responsible for the operation, Sun Xia, an intern doctor, also came to help deliver equipment, such as scalpel and other surgical items. With a single stroke, the skin would open and spread.

Sun Xia believes that this is also one of his internship observations. During the nearly four hours of surgery, although it was just a simple task such as handing a scalpel, it was very serious.

The physical fatigue that was delayed by Lu Daoling has not yet recovered. Even if He have confidence in his physical strength, the busy life of an intern is still inevitably exhausted.

Lu Dao should have the experience of empathy, and he can see it too, right? However, in the operating room, personal feelings or emotional influences are not allowed at all.

However, Sun Xia still had to face every movement of the surgeon Lu Dao every day, paying attention.

"Give me pliers."

Lu Dao's eyes fell on the pathogen, and he signaled to the nurse who was holding the equipment to him. The pliers were small iron tongs with a flat opening. When faced with difficult operations such as liver vascular tumors, his voice becomes very mechanized.

Except for Lu Dao's short voice and the rhythm of the electrocardiogram scan, there was no sound, they were quietly having the operation in the operating room. This also reflects the trust of the person who was operated on to Dr. Lu Dao.

Sun Xia stared at Lu Dao's hand, who was dexterously holding scissors and cutting off the ligated blood vessels.

Although it is the liver, if you accidentally injure a bloody organ, the blood will not stop. In order to remove the cancer and ulcer, it is necessary to block the blood flowing out of the liver. In this series of operations, liver resection is the most difficult. If there is a mistake, it will cause comorbidities and even worsen it and cause death.

However, in the difficult operation, Lu Dao has never encountered a bleeding situation successfully completed. Obviously holding a scalpel, everything can't escape his eyes.

Sun Xiatun watched the movements of his fingers with his eyes, and a heart of fear came to him. A man who is usually very cynical, but now staring at the patient with very serious eyes. Before the final resection, Lu Dao Moved his hand to the inferior large vein, and ligate the right hepatic vein.

The assistant standing next to him handed him the vascular forceps, and the nurse swiftly wiped the sweat from his forehead, so that he could cut the vein boldly and correctly. The moment the vein was removed and ligated, Sharp fire flashed in his eyes.

The assistants and nurses around the operating table finally exhaled a breath of relief. Sun Xia even let out a silent cry.

Now if you cut open the unligated hepatic vein with forceps, blood will flow out. Because human organs are flexible, even if they are ligated with a rope or clamped with pliers, skills are required to operate. At this time, all the people at the operating table held their breath. Among those with pale faces, only Lu Dao moved the fastest.

In an instant, he penetrated into the large inferior vein, and immediately clamped the end connected to the severed right hepatic vein with the fingers of the left hand.

"Get the suction machine!"

Hearing the order, Sun Xia hurriedly went to get the suction machine. Then, there was a smell of blood floating around the operating table. The patients who had not had bleeding before this time were oozing bright red blood.

The nurse used a suction machine to suck the blood back. There was a panic in the quiet operating room. After checking the tissue of the right hepatic vein with his fingers, Lu Dao used the forceps again, and the patient bleed a lot.

It only took 30 seconds to release the forceps and discovered this, and the amount of bleeding was more than 500 cc.

"There are three units of bleeding."

"How is the blood pressure? The heart may have entered the air."

Blood loss can be compensated by blood transfusion. However, if the air drawn into the blood vessel reaches the heart due to negative pressure, it will cause air embolism and the heart will stop beating. Due to the strict requirements of the land, anesthesiologists dare not to ignore the blood transfusion. The tube does pass to the vicinity of the heart.

"The blood pressure has dropped from one hundred and twenty to eighty."

Listening to the nervous anesthesiologist's voice, Sun Xia also shuddered.

"The blood pressure is forty, no, it's twenty."

Unexpectedly, the electrocardiogram, which was supposed to show a regular rhythm, suddenly stopped.

"His heart stopped!"

"Pull up the hook on the left side!"

Lu Dao calmly ordered the assistant who panicked. The assistant of the intern was also nervous about the sudden situation. For the assistant who was clumsy for a while, he went to get the scalpel by himself.

"Hurry up and give him a heart massage!"

Lu Dao, who was not flustered, yelled in the operating room. When he cut the left transverse membrane, he stretched his right hand into the patient's chest without hesitation, and then moved as if matching his hand. Also began to jump up and down.

"Don't panic! The blood volume is still enough." Lu Dao lowered his head and looked at the patient covered by the cloth: "If possible, the blood in the heart must be still not drawn out!" (TN: idk why I am nervous too)

After the anesthesiologist listened to the instructions, he acted immediately. The nurse confirmed the number of blood-oozing gauze and listened to the anesthesiologist's instructions. The gauze was covered with blood long ago. After the blood volume of the suction machine was informed, the nurses from the periphery also came into the operating room after being instructed by the anesthesiologist.

"Let the patient be too low! Yes! Very good!"

Only Lu Dao's instructions were heard in the operating room.

No one has time to wipe the sweat from his forehead. In this urgent time when every second counts, and if there is a mistake, it will never be restored, Sun Xia almost held his breath and stared at his dynamics.

"...Very good, it's okay."

Seeing the anesthesiologist nodding his head, Lu Dao pulled out the blood-stained wrist from the patient's chest. And the group of people around the operating table dared to exhale a very reassuring breath, and the heart of the patient who had stopped beating again.

Of course, Sun Xia's tight body eased as the patient had recovered his regular heartbeat. But this does not mean that the operation is complete.

In order not to hinder the work of the assistants, Sun Xia, who retreated to the operating table, unexpectedly met Lu Dao's eyes. Lu Dao took off his bloody gloves and put on new ones with a smile in his eyes.

His smile is just like the smile to Sun Xia these days.

Seeing Lu Dao's rebellious and somewhat unkind smile, Sun Xia frowned and didn't know what to do. Seeing his smile in the operating room, it seemed that it was not a well-meaning and unpredictable man. He was a surgeon. The technology is really admirable.

"Come on, it's almost finished, everyone hold on!"

Lu Dao spoke in a relaxed tone, and once again picked up the scalpel... (TN: why do I feel he did all of this on purpose just to show it to Sun Xia)