Chapter 1998 Dad, You Invite Us to Do Surgery?

During the operation, it was found that thrombus had formed beside the PICC pipeline, and it was organized and adhered to the intima of the pulmonary artery.

The operation is very difficult, and it is very difficult to grasp the fallen PICC pipeline through interventional surgical instruments. But after all, it can be operated outside the heart, with almost no side effects.

If it doesn't work once, catch it several times.

However, the PICC pipeline has been stuck to the pulmonary artery, and there is still thrombosis, so the operation method needs to be changed.

If you grab the tail of the PICC duct at the periphery and pull it hard like before, it will cause complications such as blood vessel tearing.

Not to mention the complications. Once the pulmonary artery is torn, what will happen is self-evident.

After discovering this situation, Dean Lin hurried to the operating room.

After all, he is the vice president in charge of clinical work, so he must be present in person for such a big event.

The small office in the interventional operating room was crowded with people.

Doctors at all levels in the second oncology department, experts outside the hospital, leaders in the hospital, and staff from the medical department.

The air was a little stuffy, quite stuffy.

"Professor Zhong, are you unsure about the surgery?" Dean Lin asked bluntly after listening to the report on his condition.

There is nothing to shy away from at this time, what to say. The patient is still lying on the operating table under general anesthesia, and his life is in danger at any time.

Professor Zhong from a famous circulatory hospital shook his head, "Don't dare to move, the adhesion part of the PICC tube may have reached the muscular layer. I can catch it with a basket catheter, but..."

As he spoke, he sighed.

The patient's PICC pipeline fell off for too long. According to Professor Zhong, the patient should not be saved.

"Is there any other way?" Dean Lin asked.

Professor Zhong hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head, "Let's find someone with a heart to do the surgery."

Heart, surgery...

These two words alone are enough to give Dean Lin a headache.

If cardiothoracic surgery is performed, it means a huge risk, and the patient's life or death is unknown. And to switch from the interventional operating room to the surgical operating room, there is no extracorporeal circulation machine...

Thinking of this, Dean Lin turned his head into two big ones.

It seems that we can only contact Brother Hospital, the patient regained consciousness from general anesthesia, and the person was transferred there.

Dean Lin looked around and saw that everyone's expressions were serious, knowing that there was no other way.

Sighing deeply, just as he was about to announce the final result, Professor Zhong suddenly said, "Dean Lin, do you know Boss Zheng from 912?"

As soon as Boss Zheng was mentioned, Dean Lin's heart trembled.

"Some time ago, Boss Zheng took a heart bullet embolism in the Affiliated Hospital of Medical University. I heard from the people there that the level is quite high."

"..." Dean Lin was silent.

"Would you like to ask Boss Zheng to take a look?" Professor Zhong asked, but he seemed to remember something, and immediately said: "Even if Boss Zheng thinks he can't intervene in surgical treatment, his level of heart surgery is still first-class. one high."

Dean Lin was agitated for a while.

"The live broadcast of the operation, the operation to remove the 12cm-long pulmonary artery thrombus really shocked me." The more Professor Zhong talked, the more excited he became. In his opinion, Boss Zheng is indeed the best for being able to perform both interventional and surgical operations. Taiwan's rescue candidate.

"Although I don't practice cardiac surgery, I have watched the recording of that operation at least 20 times. It is really wonderful!"

He was talking excitedly, but he immediately felt that the air atmosphere in the small office of the interventional operating room was not right.

This is……

Professor Zhong looked around and saw that the people around him were silent, and Dean Lin's expression was as cold and hard as a stone.

Didn't it mean that Boss Zheng went to the Affiliated Hospital of Imperial Medical University to intervene to retrieve the bullets a few days ago? It wasn't the cancer hospital that was swept away.

He recalled it again, but his mind was still blank.

"Dean Lin..."

"I..." Dean Lin subconsciously refused, but this is a hospital, this is work, and this is to save lives!

Dean Lin's rationality overcame emotion in an instant. He sighed and said, "I'll contact Dean Yuan and ask Boss Zheng to take a look. If you can do interventional surgery, do it. If you can't, explain the condition to the patient's family, wake up from general anesthesia, and transfer Go to 912 for thoracotomy."

After the conclusion was reached, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a sudden accident. The PICC's pipeline has fallen off for such a long time without knowing it. The patient and the patient's family are also sloppy.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for the pipeline of PICC to fall off, and the probability is less than one in ten thousand in theory. In terms of the number of patients diagnosed and treated by the Imperial Cancer Hospital, it will be encountered several times a year, but they are all "fresh" shedding.

But this time it hit a big rock, and the patient's PICC pipeline fell off for an unknown how long.

The patient was transferred to 912... Forget it, it's not a general hospital, there is nothing to be ashamed of, the people in the cancer hospital thought to themselves.

Dean Lin saw that there were many people in the room, so he stood up and walked to the locker room.

Everyone knew that Dean Lin was going to call 912 to contact Boss Zheng to save Taiwan, and no one followed Dean Lin openly to hear how he begged for help.

When he came to the locker room, Dean Lin took out his mobile phone, found Vice Dean Yuan's number and dialed it.

"Old Yuan, we have encountered a difficult problem here. The PICC tube fell off and fell into the heart."

"Well, Professor Zhong is here, but it's been a long time, so I can't get it out."

"Okay, let's do it as soon as possible, the patient is under general anesthesia. If the intervention cannot be taken out, it is estimated that extracorporeal circulation will be required..."

"Okay, the patient is discharged, and I invite you to dinner."

After finishing speaking, Dean Lin hung up the phone depressed.

On that side, Vice President Yuan's tone was flat, without a trace of emotion. But the more so, the more Dean Lin seemed to be able to see the smile on the corner of Vice Dean Yuan's mouth.

Except for the academic meeting, there are not many exchanges between the large comprehensive tertiary hospitals in the imperial capital, and saving Taiwan means admitting cowardice.

My own hospital is a hospital specializing in tumors, and there is no circulatory department, so I don't have to consider this.

But when he thought of Boss Zheng and his daughter, Dean Lin became irritable. How can you tell the girl that the technical force on that side is not enough, so you don't want to go?

I'm really afraid of something.

Dean Lin hung up the phone and sat quietly in the locker room, angry with himself. Yesterday, I just promised my wife to pay more attention, and to get the girl back no matter what.

Interventional surgery for thread-eating, is that what a girl should do every family!

He has learned a little about Boss Zheng's medical team in the past few days, and he knows that there are six operations a day on average, and the speed is constant.

This is because... Boss Zheng only has six beds in the inpatient department.

But even six TIPS surgeries a day are not enough, what a lot of thread is that!

It is said that girls can't help themselves when they grow up, and their ideas are more positive than one.

Thinking about it, the phone rang.

Seeing that it was opened by a girl, Dean Lin was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously picked up the phone.

"Dad, have you invited us to have an operation?" Lin Yuan's proud voice came from the phone.

Dean Lin almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.