Surgery Godfather-Chapter 416 - 0385 Bare-handed rock climbing _3
Chapter 416: Chapter 0385 Bare-handed rock climbing _3
Chapter 416: Chapter 0385 Bare-handed rock climbing _3
Wen Rentao didn’t dare move the suction device in his hand. There was currently no bleeding, but even if there were, he wouldn’t dare to suction the blood.
“Take a break, are you scared?” Yang Ping asked Wen Rentao.
Wen Rentao tried to stay calm, “The target of your operation is the heartbeat center, right?”
“Yes, I am going to go into the shallow layer of the core and strip out the part that the tumor has reached,” Yang Ping told him.
“If this method is viable, we only have one shot at it, there’s no time to wait. As soon as we start, we must finish. Whether or not it’s successful, we only have one chance.” Wen Rentao understood the risk of the upcoming operation.
“Everyone take a break and adjust your emotions. The resuscitation process that comes next is even more challenging. Trust me, we’ll make it through.” Yang Ping encouraged the team.
After a brief rest, Yang Ping resumed the surgery.
He adjusted his breathing several times and constantly adjusted the laser knife in his hand, seeking the best feeling, like a sniper looking for the best moment to shoot.
The laser knife head started to move. Unlike before, it was no longer unhurried. The small bright tip rapidly cut along the preset curve at the junction of the brain tissue and the tumor.
Once, twice, three times, four times, each incision made with precision, deepening the separated area.
Finally, two fatal zones were traversed. When the last procedure was completed, Yang Ping put down his instruments and directly ordered, “Start cardiac compressions, defibrillate now!”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the wave pattern disappeared, the heartbeat stopped, and this time the line was flat, not ventricular fibrillation. Although Yang Ping had warned everyone in advance, they were still shocked by the sudden change.
A flat line was even more dangerous than ventricular fibrillation.
Cover the surgical area, open the sterile sheet, and start open chest cardiopulmonary resuscitation.
Dr. Wu from the ICU moved methodically. The force of the compressions on the back was reciprocated by the sandbag under the lower part of the sternum, which compressed the lower part of the sternum, causing the chest cavity to collapse. This created a manual pump effect, squeezing the heart to circulate oxygenated blood throughout the body.
John Ansen was extremely nervous. This daring operation was necessary, otherwise, there was no hope for the surgery to succeed.
His pores were contracted, his muscles were in spasm, and he remained motionless in his chair.
“Anesthesiologist, continue the epinephrine push.”
“It’s back!”
Ventricular fibrillation appeared again, this time as fine fibrillation waves.
“Anesthesiologist, convert it to coarse fibrillation waves, quickly!”
Another dose of epinephrine was pushed in quickly.
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Fine fibrillation waves were very dangerous as defibrillation was hard to achieve.
Thanks to the efforts of the anesthesiologist, the fine fibrillation waves quickly turned into coarse fibrillation waves, resembling a rapidly trembling rope.
“Wen Rentao, prepare to defibrillate, quickly!”
Wen Rentao didn’t hesitate at all. The electrodes in his hands, already coated with conductive paste, were pressed against Old Feng’s back.
Yang Ping looked calmly at the screen, his heart as solid as a rock.
Defibrillation failed! Continue compressing the heart.
“Keep going, don’t lose heart, we can definitely revive him, definitely…” Yang Ping, with a firm tone.
“Defibrillate again!”
Failed again.
Outside the door, Han Jiangong and Hong Zhigang were looking through the small glass window. They could see the resuscitation efforts happening on the inside, their hearts pounding, a tight contraction emanating from their chests.
Professor Zhang sat on a stool, squinting his eyes. He couldn’t stand anymore. Whether they’d make it through depended on his old companion’s fate.
Alternating between cardiac compressions and defibrillation.
The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time, the seventh time—
Still no sign of success. John Ansen stared at the screen, eyes wide, not daring to blink, with extreme pain. He hoped for the appearance of a sinus rhythm electrocardiogram, hoping for a QRS complex.
QRS complex, something everyone has. Right now, for Professor Feng, it was out of reach.
“God—” Griffin continuously made the sign of the cross.
Woodhead’s whole body was chilling. He tightly gripped Griffin’s hand, his body had slid off the chair into a reclining position.
“Go faster, go faster!”
Someone in the observation room started to weep loudly.
The fifteenth defibrillation.
Anesthesiologist Professor Ma looked at Yang Ping, everyone was non-stop.
“Change the person performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation, Zeng Ran replace Wen Rentao right now.”
Zeng Ran stepped up.
“You’re not pressing hard enough!”
Yang Ping immediately replaced Zeng Ran. Normally, Yang Ping was supposed to be in overall command. However, Zeng Ran was not well-versed in performing supine cardiopulmonary resuscitation, as it was not frequently practiced and even in assessments, the patient is usually lying face up.
Yang Ping rhythmically exerted force to press on the back, while the pressure on the back and the squeezing of the chest bone sandbag caused the chest cavity to deform, allowing the heart to pump out the blood. He then released his hand to let the chest cavity rebound, allowing the blood to return to the heart.
“Continue defibrillation!”
It was the eighteenth defibrillation performed by Wen Rentao, who was almost in despair after eighteen attempts.
“Continue, everyone don’t panic, we definitely can do this, we definitely can—”
Yang Ping spoke with firm and confident tone, boosting everyone’s courage and confidence.
Finially, sinus rhythm resumed after the twenty-first round.
After the storm of heart dysrhythmias, all was silent, as people looked at the sinus rhythm waveform on the defibrillator’s screen.
The heart monitor was reconnected. The QRS complex, long missed, was back on the screen, the curve like the most beautiful melody in the world.
Everyone sighed with relief after the near-death experience, all turning their gazes toward Yang Ping. Right now, in their eyes, he wasn’t a human, but a god.
“Wipe your sweat, scrub your hands and come back to the table, the operation continues. Does anyone want to switch out?”
Everyone shook their heads, encouraging each other.
There were three cardiac arrests on the operating table. It took twenty-one rounds to revive him each time. Although each doctor had been exhausted, they were now pepped up and ready to go.
“Don’t be afraid, everyone. Remember, follow my orders for every action. We can definitely revive him. If I’m not mistaken, we’ll have one more cardiac arrest. I’ll warn you all in advance.”
“We revived him again?”
Griffin woke up John Ansen, who had closed his eyes. A sinus rhythm wave, a pleasant surprise, had appeared on the screen.
“I love you—”
The world’s top neurosurgeon blew a kiss to the QRS complex on the screen.
The crying man was a student of Professor Feng who had rushed back from Germany.
He wept like a child while others handed him tissues.
